Chapter 154: Chapter 154
Knowing she needed to apologise to Harry she went looking for him. He wasn't in the kitchen and suspected he'd gone back up to his room.
Quietly, she made her way up there.
Finding the door open and seeing him sitting at the desk side-on to her, she could see he was holding his communication mirror and staring at it. She could also see it wasn't active.
Standing in the doorway she quietly said, "Harry?"
When she saw him immediately snap his head around and saw her, then immediately blush before turning to look away again, she knew she had to get through this or it would become an issue between them.
"Harry; please look at me," she quietly said.
She watched him stiffen and give a little firm nod that he probably didn't even realise he made before he turned to look at her. "Good morning, Hermione," he quietly greeted her.
"Good morning," she returned. Then gave a small smile back.
"I..." he tried, before looking down at the ground. "I'm... I saw―"
"I know what you saw, Harry," she quietly returned. "And I'm sorry I embarrassed you."
When his eyes snapped up to hers he looked shocked. "I... ummm―"
"I shouldn't have come down dressed like that," she said. "I heard the aurors shouting and thought something had happened. Well, it did, but I didn't need to come down without being properly attired, first."
"No," he disagreed. "I mean... you heard danger and you reacted. That's a good thing. Sometimes, it may mean your life taking time to make yourself presentable. Your instincts were good. Don't apologise for that.
"Yes, if you have time, then you need to appropriately dress. But, sometimes you may not have a choice."
He hesitated a moment, sighed and said, "Your mother told me you'd apologise to me for... what happened. And that I was to let you. But, I'm sorry, too. I looked at your..." Then he blushed, looked away and waved his hand at her.
As Harry talked she'd managed to get her own blush under control. He was being sweet. But that didn't mean she couldn't tease him a little to get him to relax.
"My what, Harry?" she smirked and asked. "You can say it."
"Your..." Blushing further, he muttered, "Lady parts."
'Lady parts?' she thought. 'This will not do.'
"My breasts, Harry," she firmly returned. "But you see them covered all the time. Just as you see the breasts on other girls.
"You'll have to be more specific," she pressed.
"Damn it!" he muttered. "Alright. I saw your... nnn-darker bits."
"Darker bits?" she asked. "Do you mean my areolae?"
Confused he asked, "Arri-what?"
Surprised he didn't know, she replied, "Ar-e-o-lae. It's the plural form of ar-e-ol-a."
Carefully, she walked slowly forward until she was well inside the room and only about five feet from him. Though he didn't shy away she could see her close distance was now making him just a little uncomfortable. He still couldn't keep his eyes on her. She stopped.
"The areola is the dark circle of skin that surrounds the nipple," she explained, causing him to give just a little jump at her word use. "It can come in all different colours from normal skin tone, which makes it almost unnoticeable, to the darkest of browns.
"The skin tone can also change when it's cold, or overly warm, usually does when you're pregnant... or when you're aroused."
As she was talking she could feel herself flush a little and her nipples harden.
"Mine, when I compare them to other girls, are a tad darker than the medium. That is, of course, when I'm talking about other Caucasian girls. Parvati's are significantly darker than mine; but, that's because she's Indian and has swarthier skin. Sophie's and Fay's are a little lighter while Lavender's are lot lighter."
She gave that a moment before she continued, "In the centre of that area, but sometimes a little lower than centre, sits the nipple."
That had Harry give a silent start again.
"Nipple, Harry," she said. "Nip-ple."
When he still appeared to be a little uncomfortable she said, "Harry, the nipple is an important part of a woman's body. We latch our babies onto them. It's through them that they draw milk from the mammary gland within the breast. Try thinking of them as a function and you might be more comfortable thinking about them, at all."
He blushed again, but at least kept trying to look at her instead of looking away. That made it look like his eyes were darting about the place, but she knew he was trying.
Getting a little frustrated she demanded, "Harry, look me in the eyes for a minute."
She saw him take a deep breath, clench up a little and firmly turn his eyes to stare directly into hers.
"Do you trust me, Harry?" she directly asked.
He nodded back.
"And I trust you, Harry," she said. "It's because of that trust we have in each other that I trust you will not do anything inappropriate with or to me; understand?"
"Yes," he firmly said.
"Good, because I'm going to do something you are not to stop me doing," she said. "You are just going to sit there and I know you won't do anything inappropriate. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he repeated.
She turned to look at the doorway for a second to make sure there wasn't anyone there. There wasn't. And turned back. As she turned back she made sure to catch Harry's eyes with her own.
Giving a nod she reached up and untied the sash around her waist of the conjured robe.
When it looked like Harry realised what she was doing, his eyes suddenly widened.
Just as his eyes started to dart away she quickly snapped, "Look... me in the eyes, Harry. Hold the gaze."
As the sash dropped away she raised both hands and slipped the shoulders off, letting the robe drop to the floor.
Harry now looked as if he might be hyperventilating, but his gaze into her eyes held firm.
"Alright Harry, this is the important part," she said with earnest seriousness.
With her own heart hammering in her chest in excited fear she let her arms cross her torso to grab opposite sides down low of the material of the baby doll nightie short top. And paused.
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