Chapter 3: Surrounded by Weasleys
Notes:
Welcome back to this story! I apologize for the delay, as I got sidetracked by some events run by the HMS Harmony server and had a tough time getting back into the narrative of this. But here we are, another Hump Day update! So Happy Hump Day, again, and Happy Thanksgiving to my readers in the States.
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Hermione was quite sure that Snape's insistence that she could brew the contraceptive potion on her own was simply because he didn't want to give her the extra lesson, and that his acknowledgement of her skill in his class was purely incidental. That's not to say that she wasn't very grateful that he declined to teach her this particular potion.
And she was indeed perfectly capable of brewing the potion, at least once she had the ingredients. After dragging her mum around Diagon Alley for a bit, she set up a small potions lab in the cellar of her house, well away from the guest room and any particularly important keepsakes that were stored in boxes down here.
She decided to produce four vials of the potion, which would keep her protected throughout the year and save her from having to brew it at the school, where others might catch her. When her parents came down to investigate as she was filling the third vial, she already had her semi-honest excuse prepared. "It's for alleviating cramping."
"Really?" Her dad stroked his chin. "Maybe I could use some before the next NHS softball game."
"Not that kind of cramping, Dad." She gave her mother a significant look.
But rather than see the humor, her mother looked concerned. "Have your periods been particularly painful, love?"
Hermione blushed. "No, they've been perfectly normal. This will just make them better."
"And that's my cue to leave," her father mumbled, turning away and going back upstairs.
Her mum advanced, studying the potions and the recipe sheet. "Well, it's a good thing your father didn't get too good a look at this paper."
Hermione looked down, and froze. Her mum was looking at the top of the small roll of parchment, where the words 'Contraceptive Potion' sat in Snape's excessively slanted scrawl.
"It also helps with periods," Hermione said quickly, not looking up. "That's the only reason I'm brewing it."
"Would you like to look me in the eye and try saying that again?"
She swallowed with difficulty. "Not particularly."
She could feel her mum's eyes boring right through her messy hair and the top of her skull. "Are you sexually active, Hermione?"
"Not completely."
"Would you like to elaborate on that?"
"Not at all."
She finally dared to look up at her mum, seeing the pursed lips and concerned gaze. "It's Harry, isn't it? He's had some presence in every single one of your letters."
"Yes, but it's not what you think. He's really sweet and kind and he's not forcing me to do anything. I've been the one setting our pace the whole time."
"I didn't think that for one moment, Hermione. It was perfectly clear when we met the boy two years ago that you were fond of each other, and he certainly didn't seem like the type to ever mistreat you. Besides, he was so very small, you could probably defend yourself against him quite capably."
"He's not so very small anymore." Hermione blushed again.
"And neither are you, love, but you're both still very young."
"I'm nearly fifteen, Mum."
"I never expected this from you, Hermione. I acknowledge that I was a late bloomer, and that the seventies were a different time, but I never expected any daughter of mine to start fooling around with boys before she was halfway through adolescence."
"Only one boy, Mum! And the fact that you started late doesn't mean I have to do the same!"
Her mum's lips were pursed again.
"And do you think that I can't do maths? You and dad married only seven months before I was born, so don't try to claim that you were so innocent. You were already pregnant with me at your wedding!"
"I never so much as kissed a boy before I met your father! I have only ever been with one man!"
"Maybe I will only ever be with one too! But that doesn't mean we have to wait!"
"You have some of the most turbulent years of your development still to come! There will be short tempers and misunderstandings, to say nothing of all manner of temptations! You two may be very fond of each other now, but do you really expect to maintain a relationship through all of that?"
"Harry and I have already been through so much together!"
"You think three years of schooling is so much?"
"It's more than that!" But Hermione caught herself before she divulged the dangers that she and Harry had faced together. Her parents would never let her return to Hogwarts if they knew what she had encountered there.
Her mum shook her head. "I know that you're smarter than this, Hermione."
"I'm going about it intelligently. That's the whole reason for this." She tapped the parchment that had started the whole fight. "Well, it really does also help with periods."
Her mum sighed. "This world cup that you're attending next month, he'll be there?"
"Yes, but I would be very surprised if we get any time alone together. Ron has a very big family."
"Good." Another sigh. "Just be careful, Hermione. Be smart and be careful. And never let too much of your happiness depend on someone other than yourself."
"Okay."
"And there's no need to rush through life. No matter how good it feels, there's a right time for everything." She tapped the nearest vial of the potion. "And be careful with these, I don't want any grandchildren before I'm forty." With that, she turned towards the stairs, leaving Hermione alone with her potions.
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Fortunately, her father remained oblivious to the tension that hung between Hermione and her mum for the rest of the month. As Harry's birthday approached and Hermione wondered how she would be able to outdo the broom-servicing kit she got him last year, her mum came up with a rather appalling idea.
"It's a book on men's sexual health and performance," she said as Hermione stared in horror at the words on the cover. "We don't know how well his uncle is advising him on these things, and if you're going to insist on engaging in these activities at such a young age, you should at least ensure that he stays clean and does his very best to fulfill your needs."
"Erm... thanks." Hermione took the book. She had no intention of sending it to Harry, but she was curious to look through it herself.
In the end, she sent Harry a care package and decided that she would give him a different present when she saw him at the Weasleys' house, or at least as soon as they could find some time alone together.
Finally, at half four on the Sunday before the World Cup final, the fireplace in the living room burst to life with green flames. Hermione had warned her parents in advance, but they were still stunned by the sight of wizards magically transporting themselves right into their house.
They recovered quickly enough, however. "Arthur, it's so good to see you again," her dad said kindly. Hermione wondered if he meant it, as he was likely remembering the row that Mr. Weasley got into with Lucius Malfoy two years ago.
"It's very good to see you as well." Mr. Weasley shook hands with both of her parents, and she wondered if he couldn't remember their names. He turned to her and beamed. "Hello, Hermione."
Fred and George came through after him, followed by Ron. He grinned at her, and quickly hurried to her side as his brothers greeted her parents. "If they offer you a sweet, don't accept it," he whispered.
"Thanks," she said, pulling him into a brief hug. "How has your summer been?"
"Oh, you know, things are never quiet at the Burrow."
She grimaced, as this didn't bode well for finding alone time with Harry.
"Would any of you care for a toffee," Fred asked innocently, holding out a wrapped treat.
"A toffee?" Hermione knew that her mum's opinion of the Weasleys had just dropped significantly. "Those things ought to be banned. They're positively dreadful for your teeth."
Fred and George exchanged a glance. "We're more interested in the effect they have on your tongue," said George.
"Hermione?" Fred held the treat towards her.
"No, thank you, Fred."
"I'm George."
"No, you're not."
Her mum proceeded to ask about the sleeping arrangements, and was told that Hermione would be sharing with Ginny while Harry would be sharing with Ron. "The girls will be getting their own tent at the World Cup," Mr. Weasley added.
"They'll have quite a bit more space than the rest of us will," George sniffed.
"See that you behave yourself, Hermione," her mum said.
"Of course I will, Mum." She shot a glare at Fred and George, who both looked like they had comments to make on that topic.
Finally, after Mr. Weasley had turned the conversation into an interrogation about the dental practice for several minutes, his sons reminded him that they had to get back, as it was nearly time to fetch Harry.
Hermione hugged her parents. "Behave yourself, Hermione," her mum repeated.
"I will, Mum," she insisted. Then she grabbed her trunk and towed it to the fireplace, through which Ron and the twins had already disappeared.
Accepting the floo powder from Mr. Weasley, she braced herself, as she had never actually traveled by fire before. Then she tossed the powder in. "The Burrow!" she called more loudly than she needed to. Then she pulled her trunk with her into the flames.
It was a miserable experience, and she found herself toppling right out of the fire, her trunk landing on top of her.
"Alright there, Hermione?" One of the twins pulled her trunk aside while the other helped her to her feet.
"I'm fine, thanks, although I don't fancy doing that again." She frowned down at the soot that was now all over her clothes.
"Coming through!" Fred quickly pulled her out of the way as Mr. Weasley came out of the fire after her. "Always fascinating to chat with Muggles, isn't it?"
Hermione looked around, noticing that the fireplace was located in the kitchen, and wondered if that was common in magical households. Her gaze paused on a large clock on the wall that was very clearly not an actual clock, as each of the nine hands was currently pointing at 'Home.'
Just then, Mrs. Weasley entered the kitchen. "Welcome, Hermione, dear! We're so glad to have you."
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley. Thank you for allowing me to stay with you."
"You're very welcome, of course. Ginny!"
Ginny Weasley appeared behind her mother, and shot a brief, surreptitious glare at Hermione. It was no secret to anyone present that Ron's little sister had harbored a crush on Harry since long before she even met him, simply because he was the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Show Hermione up to your room," her mum instructed. "Boys, help her with her things, will you?"
"Righty ho," said George, but it was Fred who grabbed Hermione's trunk first.
Ginny said nothing at all as she led Hermione up the tall, creaking stairwell that ran up several flights through the house. Hermione did everything she could to ignore the noises that made it sound as though the wood beneath her feet might collapse at any second, but she was equally concerned about Fred's handling of her trunk, given the passenger who had refused to leave said trunk as she was packing up.
So long as Crookshanks was alright, it was probably for the best, as Ron surely would have said something had he seen her pet.
They arrived at Ginny's room, which was very pink. Fred brought her trunk in and gave a grandiose bow. "Milady." Then he ran back down the stairs to rejoin the other boys who were going to retrieve Harry.
"Thanks!" Hermione called after him, then turned and grinned at Ginny, hoping they might share a laugh about the boys' shenanigans. But Ginny simply frowned and crossed her arms, sitting on what was clearly the more comfortable of the two beds.
Her grin turning to a grimace, Hermione knelt down at her trunk and let out Crookshanks, who immediately darted out into the open air and hissed angrily towards the door.
"You volunteered for that," she reminded him, petting him gently.
Crookshanks turned and gave her a look that suggested she should have warned him exactly what he was signing up for. But then he looked at Ginny and stilled.
"Hello," said Ginny, getting back off her bed. She was clearly more inclined to be friendly towards Crookshanks than towards his owner.
She knelt down, and Crookshanks took a step closer, observing her cautiously. But then he apparently decided that she was alright, as he went to her and allowed her to pet him.
Relieved that her pet was warming the chilly atmosphere in the room, Hermione stood and went to the door, wondering how long it would be before the boys returned with Harry. Not keen to remain in the room with Ginny for longer than necessary, she decided to explore a bit, and went back downstairs towards the kitchen.
She paused at the next landing, however, as she heard voices that she didn't recognize through the door that was cracked open. "Hello?" she asked, knocking tentatively.
"Who's that? You can come in."
She opened the door to find another bedroom occupied by two rather handsome ginger men. The nearer man had a rather stocky build similar to Fred and George's, and a red stubble that circled around beneath his chin. The other man looked like he was attempting to impersonate a rockstar, with long hair pulled back in a ponytail, a single earing that stood out beside his pale cheek, and a lot of black leather in his outfit, although his boots looked like they might be dragonhide. Both of them were holding bottles of some unknown drink.
"You must be Hermione," said the one in leather. "I'm Bill, Ron's oldest brother."
"And I'm Charlie," said the broad one, giving a friendly wave with the hand that wasn't holding his bottle. Hermione noticed a large, painful-looking burn mark on his arm.
"I'm pleased to meet you both." She eyed their drinks. "Is that firewhiskey?" she guessed.
"It is indeed," said Charlie.
She felt a spur of curiosity. "Could I try it?"
Bill arched a brow. "You're fourteen?"
"I'm almost fifteen," she asserted.
Charlie shrugged. "She's no younger than I was when I first tried this." He held his bottle out towards Hermione.
Ignoring Bill's cautious frown, she took the bottle and took a swig from it. Her eyes went wide as the liquid promptly began burning her tongue and throat, and she coughed violently.
"It's quite something, huh?" said Charlie, taking his bottle back.
"It's atrocious," she breathed out, gagging as her throat tried to expel the excess heat.
"There it is," said Charlie, looking pleased as she gagged. "It'll wear out your gag reflex, which can be quite helpful for what comes later."
Bill covered his face with his hand. "She's fourteen."
"But she has a boyfriend," Charlie countered, "and he's Harry bloody Potter. I'd say she should learn some tricks sooner rather than later."
"Tricks?" Hermione asked.
Charlie winked at her.
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When Harry finally arrived, she resisted the urge to throw herself at him, settling instead for a chaste kiss in front of their many redheaded observers. "I missed you."
"I missed you too."
Fortunately, they were only very briefly the center of attention, as Mrs. Weasley soon learned that Harry's cousin had fallen for the prank Fred and George failed to play on Hermione and her parents. The couple quickly escaped from the kitchen along with Ron and Ginny, who filled them in on the twins' planned business of selling prank items.
"That's exactly what Hogwarts needs," Hermione muttered sarcastically, "a bunch of students trying to imitate your brothers. No offense."
"None taken," Ron replied, although Ginny looked inclined to take offense.
Ron's room was violently orange, and Hermione was sure she'd be seeing spots for a week if she spent too long in there. As soon as she could no longer hear arguing downstairs, she led the boys and Ginny back down to the kitchen, where Mrs. Weasley directed them to help set the tables in the garden for dinner.
Outside, they found Bill and Charlie levitating the tables high in the air, crashing them against each other in a proxy battle. Hermione giggled at Bill, who had previously tried to stop Charlie from showing off his ability to deepthroat a firewhiskey bottle but was now acting just as juvenile as his brother. He could apparently be just as childish when he wasn't trying to protect a girl's innocence, and she planned to use that against him later.
After a large, delicious dinner during which Percy and Mr. Weasley discussed a missing Ministry witch named Bertha Jorkins and Mrs. Weasley criticized Bill for his apparently new style—Ginny called her mum "old-fashioned" at that, which got Hermione thinking about her own mum—the family sat around the table for a long while as night fell around them. Hermione kept stealing glances at her boyfriend, wishing they could get some alone time.
"Look at the time," Mrs. Weasley said finally. "You really should be in bed, the whole lot of you. You'll be up at the crack of dawn to get to the Cup..."
Hermione stayed seated, silently urging Harry to do the same as the family rose around them. Bill, Charlie, and Percy helped their mum levitate all the dirty dishes back into the house.
Ginny lingered, looking reluctant to leave the couple alone, until Ron shoved her none-too-gently towards the house. "Go on, Gin." She shot a furious glare at him, but he simply gave Harry and Hermione a knowing look and continued to push her along until they were both out of sight.
"Is that how siblings show their love?" Harry asked, amused.
"I really wouldn't know." Hermione had no interest in engaging in any further conversation until she was thoroughly snogged. Rising from her seat, she went and straddled Harry on his, planting her hips squarely over his cock. "I missed you," she said softly, echoing her earlier greeting.
"I missed you too," he replied, his eyes darkening rapidly behind his glasses. Then he kissed her, and she fell into it.
Soon, she could feel the bulge emerging in his trousers and ground down on it. She was sorely tempted to kneel in front of him, fish out his cock, and attempt what Charlie had shown her earlier with the firewhiskey bottle. But the entire family of Weasleys was just inside the house and could easily peak out the windows at them if they didn't get to bed soon.
Reluctantly, she pulled away from him before she lost too much of her sense to his passion.
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She did a better job of shaking off the weariness than the boys did following the early wakeup the following morning, and by the time they were wandering through the campsite at the World Cup, she was very alert and very curious about this new side of Wizarding culture that she was seeing for the first time.
"It's all quite interesting, isn't it?" she asked Dean, her fellow Muggle-born, when she and Harry and Ron encountered him and Seamus at the Irish tents. The encounter put her in a very good mood, since Seamus introduced her to his mum as "Harry's girlfriend," the first time she had been introduced to a stranger using that title.
"It certainly is," Dean agreed, watching amusedly as Mrs. Finnigan interrogated Harry and Ron over whether they would be supporting Ireland in the match.
They next ventured over to the Bulgarian tents, which all bore large posters of a surly young man with heavy eyebrows. Ron, a bit starstruck, identified the man as Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian seeker, but Hermione just thought he looked really grumpy.
Ron took umbrage when she said as much. "Who cares what he looks like? He's unbelievable! He's really young, too, only just eighteen or something. He's a genius, you wait until tonight, you'll see."
Hermione would be lying if she tried to claim that Ron's assertion that this Viktor Krum was a genius didn't make him seem a bit more interesting to her. But she already had her own talented seeker, and he was becoming more and more studious and intelligent as he spent more time with her at school. She was confident that by the time Harry was eighteen, he would be able to outperform this Krum in both academic and athletic prowess.
Clutching his hand, she leant up and placed a kiss on his cheek. "What was that for?" he asked, to which she simply smiled and shrugged.
She was soon burying her face in her boyfriend's jumper, unable to otherwise contain her giggles as a Ministry wizard unsuccessfully tried to persuade an old wizard in a flowery nightgown to put on trousers.
On the way back to Ron's family, she was once again introduced as Harry's girlfriend, this time by Oliver Wood to his parents. Her good mood was soon put to the test, however, when they encountered Cho Chang, who smiled and waved at Harry. He waved back at her, but his other hand remained firmly clutching Hermione's, and Hermione found herself smiling even more widely. Harry could recognize pretty girls, just as she could recognize handsome boys, but it was her hand that he was holding and showed no interest in releasing.
Even the appearance of the Malfoy family in the top box that evening could not darken her mood, despite the contemptuous looks that Draco and his father threw at her. Hermione watched Lady Malfoy curiously, but the regal-looking woman never once looked towards her.
The biggest test of all was the appearance of the Veela.
"What are they?" Harry asked.
Hermione clenched her jaw as she watched the women emerge on the pitch below. Each of them were perfect, with full chests over slender figures crowned by white-gold hair. She knew they weren't human, but even so, her jealousy over their appearance was reflexive, and she eyed her boyfriend as he watched them curiously.
When they began to dance, his hand got a bit tighter around hers. Hermione split her attention between the dance and his reaction to it, at least until Ron abruptly stood up on the far side of Harry. "Ron, mate, what are you doing?" Harry asked as Ron began clawing at the shamrocks that adorned his hat. He seized Ron's arms and forced him back into his seat, but Ron was unable to look away from the women until the dance concluded.
Mr. Weasley watched all of this with amusement, and gave Hermione a knowing glance. She noticed that all of the other Weasley boys had also stood, transfixed by the dance. Behind them, Lady Malfoy had her hand firmly on Draco's shoulder, as he had seemingly also been affected, while Lord Malfoy looked on dispassionately.
Hermione looked from Lord Malfoy to Mr. Weasley to Harry, trying to determine why they hadn't been affected when each of the other boys had. The two older men were grown up and married, so maybe that had something to do with it, but neither of those facts applied to Harry. Perhaps it simply had to do with already having a girl to focus on, someone who already possessed his heart?
She froze on that thought. Did she possess Harry's heart? Did he love her? Her heart began pounding away, elation filling her at her own speculation. She wanted that to happen. She wanted Harry to love her, because she...
Did she love him?
Yes, she was pretty sure she did.
She loved Harry Potter.
She smiled to herself, oblivious to the leprechaun gold that was now falling around her. Ron thrust a handful of it at Harry, and Harry turned and grinned at her, then paused. "Are you alright?" he asked.
She turned her smile towards him. And then she surged towards him, seizing his lips with her own, her hand rising behind his head to keep him close. Harry dropped the handful of gold and wrapped his arms around her, deepening their snog.
They didn't break apart until Bagman's scream of "THEY'RE OFF!" indicated that the match had begun. Harry turned and watched the match, but Hermione couldn't keep her eyes off of him.
I love him. I love him. I love him. Her heart beat in time with the words that kept sounding through her head. She felt extremely giddy, and she no longer cared at all about the Quidditch World Cup and wanted to just keep showing Harry her affection.
Getting a stroke of inspiration, her hand went to the crotch of his trousers, opening his fly. He looked at her uncertainly, but she reached in, not stopping until she had her hand around his cock. She began massaging it, and he stared at her with wide-eyes as he hardened in her grip.
Once she could properly stroke him, she began doing so. He turned his eyes back towards the match, but his attention was clearly on what she was doing to him. His hands subtly covered his lap, although it would still be obvious what was happening if Ron decided to look over.
She savored this, the feeling of pleasuring her boyfriend in the midst of this oblivious crowd. The Minister for Magic was just feet away, and so were all of the Malfoys and almost all of the Weasleys, and none of them were aware that she had her hand in Harry's pants, his cock rigid in her grip.
She also savored the feeling of the hot, hard flesh that she was stroking, imagining how it would one day give her the greatest of pleasures when it took her virginity, how it would one day be hers every night once she and Harry were old enough to live together, how it would eventually inject into her the seed that would grant life to their children. She moaned softly as these thoughts ignited her own body, and crossed her legs tightly as her empty vagina yearned for the steely rod in her hand.
She sped up the pace of her strokes, eager to give him as much pleasure as she could. She briefly wondered if Ron would notice if she were to kneel in front of Harry and take his cock in her mouth, but even Ron couldn't be that oblivious, quidditch or no quidditch.
But then there were gasps and cries from the stands below, and she looked up in time to see the two seekers speed downwards. Krum pulled up at the last second, but the Irish seeker, Aidan Lynch, hit the ground with a dreadful thud. Hermione stared, certain for a terrifying instant that the man was dead.
"He'll be okay," Charlie said to a stricken-looking Ginny, "he only got ploughed! Which was what Krum was after, of course."
Ginny looked only mildly comforted by that, and Hermione felt the same.
"Hermione," Harry whispered, although his eyes were on the mediwizards that began to tend to the fallen seeker, "not so tight."
Hermione realized that her hand was now basically strangling his cock, and loosened her grip. But the thought of him winding up in a situation similar to that of the seeker below caused her hand to tighten all over again.
Recalling who his first opponent of the upcoming Hogwarts year would be, assuming the Slytherins didn't chicken out because of the rain like last year, she glanced back towards the Malfoys. Draco was leaning forwards, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he stared down at the injured seeker, and Hermione felt a cold dread fill her as she realized that he was likely getting ideas from what Krum had done. She quickly comforted herself with the thought that Malfoy wasn't a good enough flier to pull off the move, and was more likely to crash in an attempt than Harry was.
Returning her attention to her boyfriend, she realized that his cock had gone soft in her hand, leaving a trail of precum across her fingers. He didn't seem to care, however, as he was looking through his omnioculars at Krum and Lynch. That was just as well, since Hermione no longer felt in the mood for anything sexual after what she had just witnessed.
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She was trying to be sexy, but she felt exceptionally awkward. She was lying above the blanket on her cot in the tent, wearing nothing but her bra and knickers, propped up on her elbows to look at the door and await her boyfriend. She had told him to sneak over to her room after the Weasleys fell asleep, since she had her own room in the girls' tent and he was sharing with Ron in the boys'.
She was trying to imitate the women she had seen in old paintings, reclining sexily and awaiting the attention of their lovers. But she was not nearly as attractive as those women and felt anything but sexy. For starters, her bra and knickers were grey and very plain, and certainly wouldn't catch his eye at all. Moreover, while her breasts were a bit bigger and her body had a bit more of a woman's shape, she was still too wide at the waist and not wide enough at the hips. She couldn't imagine that Harry would find her attractive like this, especially after seeing the Veela.
But he liked her body, didn't he? He liked touching her, and certainly enjoyed fingering her to an orgasm that night in the forest. Then again, none of that necessarily meant that he found her body attractive. He was a boy, after all, and would likely seize any opportunity he could to touch her in any way.
But he certainly liked her, perhaps even loved her the way she had just realized she loved him, and that was enough. He held her hand earlier while greeting Cho and watching the Veela. He liked being close to her. He seemed to like when Seamus and Oliver Wood introduced her to their parents as his girlfriend.
And she loved him. She loved him, she loved him, she loved him. And she wanted him. She trailed her hand over her body, imagining that he was kissing everywhere her fingers touched. Slowly, inevitably, her hand found its way into her knickers, and her fingers invaded herself as she imagined his cock, the same cock that she had stroked for a bit during the match, taking their place.
"Harry," she moaned, throwing her head back as she imagined his cock surging through her insides, lighting up every nerve in her inner walls. Those nerves tingled with eagerness, desperation, soaking her practiced but still woefully insufficient fingers. She wanted her boyfriend to make love to her, to fuck her. But first, she wanted to put his cock in her mouth, to taste him and suck on him, to take him into her throat the way Charlie did with the bottle yesterday.
By the time the knock came, her body was starting to tremble, and she was unable to rise from the bed. "Come in!" she cried, praying that it was Harry and not Ginny, as her hand refused to leave her knickers until it could be replaced by his.
He opened the door and gaped at her.
"Come inside," she urged, meaning it in more ways than one. He quickly stepped into the room and shut the door, but didn't move more than that as he watched her.
"Come here," she pleaded. As though her words were a spell, he moved towards her automatically, coming to her side. Lying back, she seized his hand with her free one and moved it to join her busy hand. "Touch me."
Her fingers pulled out of herself as his took their place, reaching a bit deeper inside and moving with far less experience but a delightful eagerness to please her. She stared into his darkened emerald eyes, looking right through the twin reflections of her red face on his glasses.
"Harry," she moaned.
"Hi," he replied quietly, his fingers moving faster and more chaotically along her walls. She moaned, her explosion already fast-approaching as the image of him thrusting his cock into her resurfaced in her mind.
She screamed his name as she came, pulling him close with her clean hand and burying her face in his jumper. He held her there as his fingers slowed to a stop, although they stayed inside her as she caught her breath.
When she looked up at his face again, he was staring at her with desire and a bit of cheek. "You started without me," he said.
"But I didn't finish without you." She snogged him for a bit, then pulled back so she could look into his eyes as she said her next words. "I want to have sex with you."
His eyes went as wide as they were when he first entered the room. "Right now?"
She shook her head. "I want to suck your cock first."
His mouth fell open. Giggling at his expression, she leant up and swiped her tongue over his.
"I take it you like that idea?"
He nodded dumbly.
"Good." She released him and gently pushed him up until he was upright again. "Take off your clothes."
She hadn't actually seen him completely naked yet. Each time she had seen his cock thus far, whatever he had been wearing had simply been pushed out of the way. Now, however, he stripped completely, standing before her wearing nothing but his glasses.
She took her time observing him, trailing her eyes from his messy hair down his skinny body. Skipping over his cock for the moment, her gaze continued down the wiry, hairy legs that she was still largely unfamiliar with, down to his bare, bony feet.
And then she brought her attention back to his cock, which was pointing straight at her impatiently. With a grin, she reached out with the hand that had been in her knickers, brushing her wet fingers over his cock and watching as her own fluids dripped onto him. He gasped, causing her smile to widen as she continued on to the nest of dark curls at the base of his shaft. She smeared her liquid through the thin hair, imagining how it would become similarly wet when it was firmly pressed against her slit, his cock fully embedded inside her.
As she continued to run her fingers through the curls, he shifted a bit, likely impatient for her to attend to his rigid cock. She smirked up at him, and then wrapped her hand around him and smeared what was left on her fingers onto his shaft, combining it with the precum at his tip in order to lubricate her strokes. He sighed softly as she stroked him, and she watched as more precum leaked from the dark, engorged head of his cock.
Spurred on by her desire, she leant forwards and licked his tip, tasting him for the first time. He was salty and a bit bitter, but the way he gasped at her action spurred her to repeat it, running her tongue over more of his cockhead this time.
"Hermione," he breathed, the awe in his voice igniting her body even more. He was in awe of her, impressed by her, desired her. He was her lover.
Opening her mouth, she took in the head, running her tongue along the underside as she moved further. Half of his cock was in her mouth by the time his tip reached her throat, and she paused there, feeling a moment of trepidation. She retreated a little bit, making up for it by running her tongue along him again and savoring the taste and texture of his spongy flesh.
His knees buckled and then quickly braced before he fell out of her mouth. Smiling at her effect on him, she pulled back off his cock and shifted to make room for him. "Lie down."
He did so, lying down on his back beside her, that expression of awe still on his face. She felt a thrill at the fact that her boyfriend was naked on her bed for the first time, and kissed him, running her hand over his bare chest.
Letting impulse take over for a moment, she rose up and straddled him, pressing his rigid cock firmly against the crotch of her knickers. She shuddered at the knowledge that this was the closest his cock had yet come to the entrance of her vagina, with only one thin layer of fabric left in between. The urge to move her panties out of the way and take him inside was as intense as ever, but she resisted, as she had not yet completed her previous objective.
Leaning down, she kissed him hard, assaulting his tongue with her own. Before he could react and attempt to retaliate, she pulled away and kissed his chin, and then down to his neck. From there, she continued downwards, and the tip of his cock ran a trail of precum up her belly as she kissed closer and closer to it.
And then he was back in her mouth, and she immediately took in as much as she had managed before, swirling her tongue along the underside of the shaft about halfway down. Taking a deep breath, she pushed further, pressing his tip against her throat and suppressing her urge to gag as she did her best to imitate Charlie and his bottle. Raising her arse into the air, she straightened out her neck as she forced her throat to open around the head of his cock, which suddenly felt incredibly thick as she stuffed it into the tight space.
She managed to keep it there for a few seconds before the most primordial instinct of all forced her to rise back up for a fresh gasp of air. Mentally kicking herself for not having planned for that part ahead of time, she took as deep a breath as she could and held it, dropping back down and returning his cock to her throat, trying to get even lower. She managed to keep him there for several seconds this time.
"Hermione," he breathed. Her attention diverted by the way he said her name, her throat tried to swallow the invading cock, drawing a loud moan out of him. She made a mental note that he liked that, and swallowed deliberately to earn a second moan.
Suddenly, there was a loud boom from beyond the tent. He jerked upwards, his cock ramming deeper into her throat for a moment before she lifted up, coughing violently in response. As she rasped a breath through her suddenly very sore throat, he sat up, listening to the sounds of screams that had followed the boom.
"What's going on?" he asked urgently, his cock rapidly deflating at the sudden change in circumstances.
"I don't know," she gasped out, still coughing. Scrambling off of him, she began getting dressed, and he did the same.
"Hermione?" Ginny's cry came from beyond the door.
"Ginny?" Hermione knew there was no time to worry about her tentmate seeing Harry in her room, and threw open the door as soon as she was dressed. "What's happening?"
"I don't know!" Ginny's gaze briefly found Harry, but then quickly darted towards the entrance to the tent.
"Girls?" Her father appeared at the entrance, his face pale and his eyes alert. "Is Harry in here?"
"Yes, he's here," Hermione replied, ignoring the fact that her throat was still throbbing. "What's going on?"
"You need to go! Run for the forest!"
"What's happening?" Ginny asked, but her father had already disappeared back into whatever chaos was occurring outside the tent.
xxx
Sadly, the reappearance of the Death Eaters and the Dark Mark after thirteen years did not completely spare the couple from the Weasleys noticing Harry's location at the time of the attack. Two nights after the attack, once things had begun to settle down, Mr. Weasley took Harry aside, and Mrs. Weasley asked to speak to Hermione.
"What is it?" Hermione asked nervously, having a pretty good idea of what this was about.
"I would like to talk to you about your relationship with Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley replied in a very maternal tone.
"My mum has already had this talk with me."
"Well, good, but I would like to point out that you and Harry are still quite young. I also must tell you that certain... activities are not permitted in this house between unmarried witches and wizards."
"That's fine," Hermione replied, trying to keep any resentment out of her voice. As increasingly eager as she was to have sex with her boyfriend, she didn't particularly fancy losing her virginity at the Burrow, anyway.
"Good. Now then, I should also inform you that there are magical means of—"
Hermione quickly cut off that line of conversation. "I know. I've already brewed a supply of the contraceptive potion. I'm protected."
"Oh, I see. Well, you've certainly... prepared, then. Still, Hermione, you and Harry are very young indeed to be—"
"That's up to us, Mrs. Weasley." She quickly caught herself. "I don't mean any disrespect, of course."
Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips. "I understand. I was a teenager myself once, and I always found Arthur very attractive. But we held off on—"
Again, Hermione cut her off. "I understand your concerns, I assure you. Harry and I won't do anything until we both feel we are ready."
Mrs. Weasley finally, reluctantly accepted that Hermione was unwilling to entertain any part of this discussion. "Very well, dear."
xxx
A few nights later, the couple paid a visit to the room where Bill and Charlie were staying, and the men gave Harry his first taste of firewhiskey, just as they had done for Hermione. Bill, apparently having given up on any notion of protecting the fourteen-year-olds' innocence, barely blinked when Charlie steered the conversation back to blowjobs, and Harry watched his demonstration with a firewhiskey bottle with wide eyes.
After she had gagged and coughed her way through several sips of the beverage, Charlie offered a clean, empty bottle to Harry to test out how well she had worn out her gag reflex. Harry triple-checked that he had her permission before he stuck the bottle in her mouth, and she locked her eyes on his as she allowed him to push the bottle into her throat. His mouth was open and his breaths were shallow, his thoughts obvious even if she weren't able to feel the bulge in his trousers begin to press against her hip.
Within minutes, she had the bottle out of her mouth and had taken his hand, ignoring Charlie's laughter as she pulled her boyfriend out of the room and into the nearest bathroom. Kneeling on the floor, she fished his cock out of his trousers and stuck it in her mouth, wasting no time taking it into her throat just as she had done with the bottle.
Recalling that he enjoyed feeling her swallow, she swallowed around him several times before she backed off for air. He was moaning softly and staring down at her with obvious pleasure, and she decided to make him cum in her mouth, even if she wouldn't enjoy the taste.
It didn't take long to achieve the goal, and she swallowed down the salty, viscous liquid that erupted from him. She kept his cock in her mouth as it deflated, amused by the way it softened and shrank between her lips.
"You're amazing," he breathed when his spent cock fell from her hold. Smiling, she stood up and kissed him.
He flinched a bit when her tongue contacted his, and she laughed as he pulled out of the kiss. "You don't like your own taste."
"Is that..." He made a face.
"Your cum is salty. When we get to school, I'm going to see if I can find any way of improving the taste. Maybe there's a potion that you can drink. Although, I'm not sure I'll find anything about that in the Hogwarts library. Maybe I'll have to ask the older girls." At his uncertain glance, she rolled her eyes. "It's not as if I don't already have a reputation for sneaking into your bed at night. I might as well see if they'll give tips to someone younger whom they know is sexually active."
"Er... alright."
She kissed him again, keeping her mouth closed this time. "Don't worry, Harry, I'll make sure to embarrass you as little as possible."
xxx
Her period arrived a week before the end of the month, and she was due for her next dose of the contraceptive potion after that. On the night before the return to Hogwarts, she sat awake on her bed in Ginny's room, clutching the vial and listening to the soft snores from across the room.
She stared at the milky potion, which would protect her until late-November. How close was she to losing her virginity? She thought back to the night at the World Cup, to the feel of her lover's cock pressed against her entrance, with only her knickers in the way. She absolutely wanted him. How soon would it happen?
Taking a deep breath, she uncorked the vial and downed the potion, not reacting at all to the taste this time. She shivered once as the chill briefly engulfed her womb. That was it, she was protected again.
Whatever was about to happen between her and Harry, she was ready for it.
Chapter 4: The Birthday Girl
Notes:
And we're back, again! There's been a lot of activity on HMS lately, and the events and the other ideas they spawn have been holding my focus for months at a time, so I'm writing this in between events or whenever else the mood hits. I apologize if the pace of updating feels too slow, but it's more fun to come back and reread it later anyway, isn't it?
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Harry was stirred to awareness by a very pleasant warmth and wetness around a particular part of him. Blinking his eyes open, he looked at the crimson curtain around his bed, and then down at the pile of lovely brown curls that was bobbing over his hips. "Hermione?"
She looked up, rising so that only the head of his cock was still in her mouth. The sight of her looking at his face with a cheeky smile in her eyes while her lips were wrapped tightly around his cock and her tongue was swirling around his tip was one that he hoped he would never forget ever.
"Merlin, you're amazing," he breathed.
Her lips unsealed with a popping sound as she rose higher, although her tongue kept swirling around him. He watched in awe as she licked her way around and along his shaft, her eyes staying on his. She kissed his tip and then the underside of his shaft before licking back up to the head and taking him back into her mouth.
And then she started sucking again, and he felt his orgasm building rapidly. As soon as she dropped down and took him in her throat, swallowing around him, he knew he was a goner.
"Hermione..." he warned.
She rose back up around the tip, nodding eagerly. With another swirl of her tongue and her cheeks still sucking him in, he erupted, blasting a large load of cum into her mouth.
She looked at his eyes again as she swallowed everything he had given her, and that was another moment he hoped he would never forget ever. And then she released his cock, rising along his body and pressing her wet smile against his cheek. "Good morning."
"Good morning." He kissed her cheek in response. "That was the best way to wake up ever."
"I'm glad you think so." She nestled against him, briefly nuzzling his jaw and neck. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes." He wrapped his arm around her as he thought about the dream he'd had. He'd stood in front of the whole school as their Champion, his hands raised in victory as he won the Triwizard Tournament, and Hermione rewarded him in a manner very similar to what she just did. "What do you think of the Triwizard Tournament?"
"I think it sounds incredibly dangerous, and I'm very glad that no one who's underage will be able to enter."
The memory of the dream darkened at her words. "You wouldn't want to be the Champion?"
"And compete against wizards who are three years older? I may be smart, Harry, but I doubt that I would stand a chance. I'd rather stay with you and limit risking my life to worthy reasons, thank you very much."
He grinned, tightening his hold on her. "That sounds good."
She lifted her head. "I rather hope you're thinking the same."
"I am," he replied, his brief fantasy about being the Champion soundly beaten by her logic.
"Good."
"So long as I have you to reward me, I don't need the attention of the whole school. I've gotten plenty enough of that already."
"And how would you like me to reward you?"
"I think you had a pretty good idea of how just now."
"Yeah?"
He fingered the thick material of her dressing gown. "Although it might have been better if you were naked."
She gave a little giggle. "Oh yeah? You want to see me naked?"
He shut his eyes and imagined a much more worthy fantasy. "Yes."
Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "You want to see me completely naked, Harry?"
He moaned, his whole body reacting to her voice and words and the way her hot breath washed over his neck. Her hand found his quickly hardening cock, which was still wet from her earlier efforts.
Just as she started to stroke him, however, they heard a curtain open, and they both fell silent. Based on the direction, it was Neville who padded across the dormitory and into the loo.
As soon as he'd shut the door, Hermione withdrew her hand from Harry's cock. "I guess we're out of time," she whispered.
He sighed. "You'd best get back to your dorm. Use the cloak."
She rose, and he watched forlornly as she moved further and further away from him until she was standing beside his bed. After retrieving the cloak, she blew him a kiss, and he managed a smile in response.
"See you soon," she whispered, and then disappeared.
xxx
"And I haven't got anything for you!" he snapped at Hedwig, a frustrated tangent to his self-flagellating rant about Sirius returning to Britain out of concern about Harry's scar. "You'll have to go up to the Owlery if you want food."
"Harry!"
He avoided looking at his girlfriend. "I'm going to bed. See you in the morning."
Standing, he stormed up to his dormitory, furious with himself now for brushing off Hermione's concern in addition to writing to Sirius. If Sirius came back and got caught, it would be Harry's fault.
"Harry!" Hermione followed him up the stairs and into the room. Dean and Seamus watched uncertainly, but at her stern look, they decided to make themselves scarce.
"I said that I'm going to bed." Harry still didn't look at her.
"Not until you calm down. You can yell at me all you want to, but I draw the line at you yelling at Hedwig."
Harry pursed his lips, his remorse steadily growing.
"Sirius is worried about you, but he isn't an idiot. I'm sure he knows spells to stay hidden from the Ministry, even right under their noses." She came up behind him. "You didn't make a mistake by writing to him, Harry. It's okay to share your problems with people who care about you."
She placed her hands on his back, gliding them over the tense muscles above his shoulder blades. He relaxed instinctively at her touch.
"Sirius is not the only one who worries about you, you know. I wish you'd told me when your scar hurt."
"You would have wanted to write to Dumbledore."
"That's true. I do think that you should probably tell him."
Harry sighed. "He's got enough to worry about right now with the tournament coming up."
Hermione's hands rose to his shoulders, her movements a bit more firm. He could feel her skepticism, but she didn't push the argument.
At the sound of a sniffle, his eyes snapped towards Neville's curtain. He tensed, realizing that he and Hermione had just freely mentioned Sirius, not thinking there was anyone else in the room after Dean and Seamus left.
"Neville?" Hermione asked, her hands dropping from Harry's shoulders. She approached his curtain tentatively.
"Hermione?" came the uncertain reply.
"Are you alright?"
After a moment, the curtain moved, revealing Neville sitting on his bed, his eyes red and his cheeks puffy.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked softly.
Neville looked down. "Nothing."
"Is this about what happened in the Defense class earlier? You seemed rather shaken afterwards."
Neville sniffled again.
"Would you like to talk about it?"
He didn't reply to that.
"Listen, Neville," said Harry, coming up beside his girlfriend. "What we were saying before, about Sirius..."
"I won't tell anyone," Neville said hurriedly.
Harry stared at him, equal parts relieved and confused. "Why not?"
Neville shrugged. "I'm scared of him, but if you two think he's alright... I trust your judgment. Besides, my Gran says that the Ministry got a lot of things wrong at the end of the war."
"He's innocent," said Hermione.
"Alright," Neville replied simply, looking down again. Harry thought that was the end of the discussion, but then Neville took a deep breath. "My parents were tortured with the Cruciatus Curse. It was so bad that their minds never recovered. They live in St. Mungo's now, permanently."
Harry was shocked, and had no idea what to say, except to ask about the unfamiliar name. "St. Mungo's?"
"The wizarding hospital," Hermione mumbled, an utterly tragic expression on her face as she stared at Neville. "I'm so sorry to hear that, Neville."
Neville simply shrugged again.
"And the fact that you had to witness it again today..."
Harry thought about Neville's stupor after the class, although he had seemed to be in a better mood later after Professor Moody gave him the book on magical water plants.
"Like Moody said, we need to know," Neville replied quietly.
"Was it Voldemort who did it?" Harry asked, although the question sounded a bit insensitive in hindsight.
Neville winced. "No, it happened after he was gone. It was the Lestranges. They're all in Azkaban now."
Hermione shook her head. "Moody shouldn't have done that, made us witness the curses. I understand his point, but still, especially in front of you and..." She looked at Harry. "It can't have been easy for you, either."
He shrugged, unwilling to think about it again. "It's fine."
She pursed her lips. "I think Hedwig would disagree."
He sighed.
"I'm sure that it contributed to your nerves tonight, and that's alright. It's okay to be upset about witnessing the same curse that..." She trailed off, having made her point without having to bring up the extent of Harry's experience with the killing curse.
The door opened behind them, and they turned to see Ron, Dean and Seamus there. "Is everything alright now?" Ron asked.
Hermione looked disappointed with the interruption. "Yeah," she muttered, then turned back to Harry. "So long as you apologize to Hedwig in the morning."
"I will," Harry replied, planning to send another letter to Sirius that would hopefully dissuade him from returning to the country.
"Good." She approached and leant up, kissing him chastely. "I'll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams."
As she pulled away, her hand glided lightly over his lower belly, as if to steer his dreams in the right direction.
xxx
Harry and Hermione were both considerably more sympathetic towards Neville after that discussion. They kept their change in attitude towards him quiet, however, given the secrets exchanged. They didn't want to let Ron in on what Neville told them, due to his tendency to make insensitive comments.
The rapid approach of Hermione's birthday gave Harry something new to worry about. He had celebrated her birthday with her twice before, but never as her boyfriend, and he frankly had no idea what to get her. There weren't any Hogsmeade Weekends coming up, so he had no opportunity to go and browse in the stores there for ideas, and his only option for purchasing anything was via an owl order that would probably arrive too late.
Two nights before the occasion, he found himself up late in the common room, furiously scrambling for an idea, when Fred and George showed up. "Alright there, Harry?"
"Yeah," Harry muttered. He felt torn on whether or not to tell them his problem, knowing that they might be able to help but embarrassed that he hadn't managed to find a present for his girlfriend yet with her birthday so soon. "No," he added finally.
"He sounds undecided, George," Fred remarked.
"You'd think he would be the first to know whether or not he's alright," George replied.
Harry gave an exaggerated sigh. "Are you going to help me or take the mickey?"
"Since when are those two things..." Fred began.
"...mutually exclusive?" George finished.
Harry shook his head. "I need to find something for Hermione for her birthday."
The twins looked at each other in unison, and then back at him.
xxx
"I've done stranger things in this castle, I suppose," he muttered to himself as he reached out and tickled the pear in the large painting of the fruit bowl. To his amazement, the pear started chuckling, and then suddenly transformed itself into a doorknob. Blinking, Harry grabbed hold of the knob and pulled the painting aside.
He had only a brief moment to glimpse the vast room beyond before something small was hurtling at him and striking him hard in the gut, all while exclaiming in a squeaky voice, "Harry Potter, Sir! Harry Potter!"
"D-Dobby?" Harry gasped, trying to reclaim the air that had been driven from his lungs by the impact.
"It is Dobby, Sir! It is!"
It took nearly a half-hour of patiently listening to Dobby's very exuberant explanation of how he and Winky came to be at the castle, and of how much Dobby enjoyed being free and getting paid and shopping for himself—and he was clearly developing a bit of a fashion sense, even if it wasn't a fashion sense that would get him far in ordinary society—before Harry was finally able to get around to the reason for his visit.
"Listen, Dobby, I've got to... I mean, I have a friend... Well, there's someone who's... who's very important to me, and—"
"Harry Potter has found a mate!" Dobby squeaked excitedly.
"Er, I..."
"Harry Potter is mating with the pretty girl with the big hair! Many in the castle is talking about it! Dobby hears! Dobby is very happy for Harry Potter and his big hair mate!"
"Er, mating? We're, er, we're not exactly mating... yet. The point is, her birthday is in two days! And I want to—"
Dobby began positively quivering with excitement. "Dobby will help! Dobby will bake a big cake for Harry Potter's big hair mate!"
"Oh, er, thanks, Dobby. That would be great."
"No thanks is needed, Harry Potter, Sir!"
Harry glanced up towards the Great Hall directly above, not sure about Hermione receiving her cake in the midst of the crowd. "Is there somewhere where Hermione and I could have a private dinner that night? We could eat her cake there, where no one else will get jealous." They would never be able to share the cake with everyone without each person, including Hermione herself, getting no more than a scrap of cake.
"Harry Potter and his big hair mate can use the Come and Go Room, Harry Potter, Sir! Harry Potter and his big hair mate can use the room for whatever they wish, and no one else besides Dobby will know that they are there!" Dobby bowed low. "Dobby would be very pleased to serve Harry Potter and his big hair mate while they dine in the Come and Go Room, Harry Potter, Sir!"
"Thanks, Dobby, that's... what room is that?"
xxx
Two days later, Harry again awoke to find his cock in Hermione's mouth as she bobbed on him. Once she had received another mouthful of his cum, she smiled and slid up his body.
"Happy birthday," he said quietly, as awestruck by her as ever.
She swallowed his load and smiled again, nuzzling his cheek with her nose. "Thank you for my first present of the day."
He laughed softly. "I feel like that was more a present for me."
"Then you'll have to make it up to me later." She settled down beside him, her hand lightly caressing his chest through his thin shirt.
"Yeah?" He lay back, considering how he might do that. He still hadn't gotten to see her completely naked, and he was curious to taste her.
Perhaps they could stay in this mysterious Come and Go Room for a while after dinner tonight. Maybe Dobby would leave them alone and not tell anyone else where they were.
Would she let him see her naked? Again, that might feel more like a present for him than for her, but he would make it up to her, for once being able to see her body in full as he pleasured her and perhaps finding new ways to do so.
Speaking of pleasuring her... With a grin, he rolled onto his side, facing her, and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Take off your dressing gown."
She raised her eyebrows, but smirked and did as he asked. He brought his hand to her waist, feeling the warmth of her body through her thin camisole, and then trailed his fingers down towards her shorts.
She shut her eyes as his fingers delved beneath her shorts and underwear, and lifted her upper leg so that he could access the hot and wet space where she was most sensitive. She moaned when his finger reached her clit, and he began pleasuring her with less clumsiness than he'd had the first couple times he did this.
Soon, he pushed two fingers inside her, feeling again how tight she was. He couldn't wait to find out how tight she would feel around his cock, but he would wait as long as she wanted him to.
"Harry," she moaned, pressing her nose against his cheek. He caressed her inner walls swiftly, keeping his thumb on her clit, and she soon began trembling from his efforts. He snaked his other arm beneath her and behind her back, holding her close to feel her tremors as much as possible.
"Hermione." He kissed her cheek. "I want to feel you cum."
She gave a louder moan, her mouth now closer to his ear.
"Are you going to cum for me?"
"Yes."
He kissed her again and sped up his fingers, spreading out her walls a bit as he circled and hooked them within her. She gave her loudest moan yet when he trailed his index finger along her front wall, enjoying the feeling of the slick, soft flesh inside her that was so warm and gave her such pleasure.
"Harry!" she cried out softly into his ear as she came, her body wracking as he held her close. Her walls clamped down on his fingers, and he held them still, studying the feeling.
"That you, Hermione?" came the sleepy voice of Seamus from beyond the curtain.
Both lovers stilled, and then Hermione gave a huff. "Yes, Seamus, it's me."
Seamus chuckled. "Having a good morning, then?"
"Well it is my birthday, after all."
"Is it? Happy birthday. Be sure to give her birthday spanks, Harry."
"Birthday spanks?" Harry asked as he pulled his fingers out of her.
"Don't even think about it," Hermione muttered.
Seamus continued chuckling to himself as he wandered off towards the loo.
Hermione sighed. "Well, it was a good orgasm, at least, even if I didn't get to enjoy the aftermath."
"I'll give you another one later," Harry assured her as he studied the liquid that clung to his fingers.
"Yeah?"
He nodded, then leant down close to her ear. "We're not having dinner in the Great Hall," he whispered. "At dinnertime, meet me on the seventh floor, by the tapestry of the dancing trolls."
She looked at him, simultaneously curious and anxious. "We'll get in trouble."
"No we won't. There's no rule that you have to eat meals in the Great Hall, is there?"
"No..."
"We'll be fine." He kissed her cheek, and then leant back up and went back to examining his fingers. Curious, he brought them close to his face, and her scent was overwhelming.
"What are you doing?"
He stuck his wet fingers in his mouth, tasting her liquid, and grimaced. She was quite salty and had an odd texture, like someone had tried to make a treacle tart and gotten it wrong.
"You don't like the taste?"
Her expression made him feel apologetic. "I'll get used to it."
To his surprise, she laughed a bit. "I guess we both need to improve our flavor. Apparently, there are potions for that, although simply eating a better diet is supposed to also do the trick."
Seamus came shuffling out of the bathroom. He stopped outside Harry's curtain, and Hermione pulled the blanket over herself and Harry just before Seamus lifted the curtain and poked his head beneath it. "Aw, I was hoping to see more."
"Go back to bed," Hermione ordered.
"Could I give you the birthday spanks?"
"I'm not getting any birthday spanks."
"What, are you too vanilla?"
Hermione glared at him, and then turned to Harry. "I don't know, Harry, do I taste like vanilla?"
He stared at her, baffled that she was asking that in front of Seamus. "No."
Seamus looked envious. "What does she taste like?"
"Don't answer that," said Hermione. "Go back to bed, Seamus!"
Seamus huffed dramatically. "Yes, Mum." He dropped the curtain, disappearing from sight. "But the others will be awake soon, if they aren't already. You should sneak back to your dorm."
"I know."
Harry sighed as she got out of bed, but he still had tonight to look forward to.
xxx
His heart beat as loudly as his thoughts as he paced back in forth in front of the blank wall, following Dobby's instructions. When the door appeared, he blinked at it.
"Are we going to go in?" Hermione asked, standing off to the side with her hands clasped.
"Yes." But it was another moment before Harry pushed his legs into motion, and then he opened the door and stared at the room.
Part of it looked like the interior of a restaurant, with a lone table and two chairs in front of a lit fireplace. The table was covered by a white cloth and two candles stood between the place settings, also lit. On the other side of the room, however, was a bed that was a perfect imitation of his bed back in his dormitory.
"Wow," Hermione muttered, stepping into the doorway beside him.
"Is this okay?" he asked, looking nervously at the bed.
"How does it work?"
"It becomes whatever a person needs."
She gave a small shake of her head. "Magic is incredible."
"Yeah."
"But it's all conjurations, I imagine. Nothing permanent."
"Er, I guess?"
She looked around. "So this is what we need for dinner and then dessert?" She gestured to the table and then bed in turn.
"Erm..."
She giggled, then leant up and kissed his cheek. "That sounds like a good plan to me."
He relaxed. "Good."
She stepped into the room. "I feel like I should be better dressed for this." She took off her Hogwarts robe, and a coat rack appeared beside her just in time for her to hang it up. Smoothing out her uniform, she approached the table.
"You look quite pretty," Harry countered, smiling at the pink that entered Hermione's cheeks in response. He hung up his own robe and then circled around her, pulling out a chair for her to sit in.
"Thanks," she mumbled, sitting down. "I don't suppose the room can make food for us. Food is the first Principle Exception to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration, after all."
"What?" He sat down opposite her.
"Conjurations are impermanent by nature. Conjured food, therefore, has no nutritional value, because it wouldn't stay in the body. It can be used as a placebo for hunger, but that's it."
"That makes sense. That's why... Dobby!"
The house-elf appeared beside the table with a pop. "Harry Potter, Sir!"
"Dobby?" Hermione squeaked in surprise.
Dobby bowed low. "Dobby is very happy to serve Harry Potter and his mate." Harry was glad that he didn't mention Hermione's hair.
"To serve us?" Hermione frowned slightly.
"He volunteered," said Harry. "He can bring us food from the kitchens, and he won't tell anyone that we're here."
"Yes, Harry Potter, Sir!" Dobby squeaked enthusiastically.
"And what are you giving him in return?" Hermione asked, arching a brow at Harry.
"Er... What would you like in return, Dobby?"
Dobby bowed low. "Dobby would like to continue serving Harry Potter and his mate, Sir. Dobby would help them with anything they need."
"That's it?" Hermione asked. "You wouldn't like some form of repayment?"
"Harry Potter and his mate would repay Dobby by giving him more work."
"But... But that's..."
"Dobby is already receiving payment from Professor Dumbledore, more than Dobby wishes." Dobby's ears drooped. "The other house-elves is not liking that Dobby is being paid. Other house-elves believe they should not be paid."
"They don't want money?" Hermione's expression suggested this conversation was becoming an assault on her sensibility.
Harry decided to cut in, not wanting her to be upset about anything on her birthday. "We can work this out some other time. For now, Dobby, why don't you bring us Hermione's favorite food from the kitchens?"
Dobby bowed again. "Dobby will bring Harry Potter and his mate anything they wish."
Hermione's lips were in a line, and Harry looked at her and shrugged. "What would you like?"
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Dinner lifted her mood back up, and was followed by a big chocolate cake that they never stood a chance of finishing themselves. After Hermione insisted that Dobby could take the rest of the cake back to the kitchens for himself and the other house-elves to enjoy, she and Harry lingered in their seats, enjoying the comfort of the setting and the pleasant fullness in their bellies and the lingering taste of chocolate frosting on their tongues.
Eventually, Hermione stood and circled around the table, straddling Harry on his chair. "Tonight was wonderful." She kissed him. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He kissed her back, quickly deepening it.
She moaned into his mouth. "You taste like chocolate."
"So do you."
They snogged for a while, and she began to lightly grind down on where his cock quickly hardened within his trousers. Before she could do anything about that, however, he asked his question. "Could I see you naked?"
She pulled back from him and arched a brow. "That feels more like a present for you than for me," she said wryly, echoing his earlier thoughts.
"Trust me, you'll enjoy it," he assured her, the lingering flavor of chocolate on his tongue giving him an idea.
"I do trust you, but will you also be getting naked?"
"If you'd like me to," he answered, although it wasn't necessary for what he had in mind.
"I would like that." She got off of him and crossed the room to the imitation of his four-poster, and he followed her. Turning and leaning back against the bed, she watched him expectantly. "You first."
He thought to protest, but she was the birthday girl, after all. He quickly stripped, grinning when her gaze pinned itself to his cock, which was pointing at her impatiently.
"Mm." Pushing off the bed, she propelled herself towards him, wrapping her eager hands around his cock.
"No," he told her, gently prying her hands off. "I want to see you naked." She pouted a bit, making him hesitate. "You don't have to," he quickly added. "If you aren't ready, you don't—"
"I want to," she said, and he fell silent. Stepping back, she took a deep breath, looking at his cock again before bringing her hands up to her tie.
She undressed much more slowly than he did, and he savored each inch of skin that she revealed. She very deliberately undid the buttons of her shirt one at a time, and then let it fall off of her before unhooking her bra and letting that fall just as slowly. As his eyes fixed on her breasts, she sat on the edge of the bed and took off her shoes and socks, and then stayed there for a moment in just her skirt and knickers, watching him.
"You're beautiful," he assured her, drifting his gaze over her body. His lips quirked when he saw that her belly was bulging a bit more than normal, surely a result of the big meal and cake they'd just eaten.
She followed his gaze and her eyes went wide, and she quickly covered herself. "Don't look there."
He laughed. "Why not? You're still beautiful."
She pouted. "I didn't think about how fat I would look after—"
"You don't." He approached and knelt in front of her. "Not at all. You just look beautiful." Gently, he placed his hands over hers and moved them off her belly, then leant forwards and placed a trio of kisses over the bulge.
And then he moved his hands to the zipper of her skirt and looked up at her face. "Can I?"
She nodded, and he unzipped the skirt. She briefly pushed up from the bed so that he could extract it from beneath her lovely bum.
He kissed her belly again and then down to the hem of her knickers, already smelling her scent. He kissed along the edge of the fabric first one way and then the other, bringing his hands up to the sides of it.
"I would like to try something." He looked up at her eyes, knowing that she would know exactly what he had in mind. "Can I?"
She swallowed nervously and simply stared for a couple of seconds, but then gave a second, smaller nod.
He hooked his fingers into her knickers, and she lifted her bum again so that he could pull them down her legs, revealing the last part of her that he had never seen before.
She had trimmed the hair there into a neat triangle of soft curls atop her mound, keeping the rest of the area hairless. As he stared, she leant back and parted her legs a bit, giving him the slightest glimpse of the pink flesh between her lower lips.
Taking a deep breath, he reached up and spread the lips with his thumbs, and she spread her legs more to accommodate him. "You're so beautiful," he whispered as he studied the area.
"If you say so," she whispered back. He looked up at her face again, seeing that her nervousness was fading as he admired her.
Moving his thumb, he found her clit, rubbing with gentle circles. She moaned, her apprehension immediately being replaced by pleasure.
With his other thumb, he swiped lower through her slit, gathering some of her liquid and bringing it to his mouth. Sure enough, the chocolate aftertaste on his tongue significantly dulled the saltiness of her flavor, and he smiled to himself as he leant in for more.
"Harry!" she cried out as he licked her clit. Taking that as encouragement, he began exploring more of her with his tongue and lips, until his tongue found her hole and entered.
"Oh, yes! Harry!" She threw her head back, continuing until she was lying flat on the bed, her legs spread wide on either side of his shoulders. He made himself comfortable on his knees, his rigid cock waiting patiently as he taught himself how to pleasure his wonderful girlfriend with his mouth.
When she came, it was the hardest orgasm he'd given her yet. His tongue was back on her clit, and her hips bucked against him even as he kept licking her. His chin became wet from her fluids.
"Stop!" she finally urged, and he withdrew, grinning at his success. "Holy Merlin," she breathed, her chest heaving as she stared up at the canopy of the four-poster.
"You liked that?"
A laugh burst from her chest. "What do you think?"
"It seems like you liked it."
"It seems so, huh?" She scooted back further onto the bed, then righted herself so that her head was atop the pillows. "Come here."
He climbed onto the bed and lay down beside her. His cock fell against her hip, and she wrapped her hand around it as she kissed his cheek.
He caught her lips with his, letting her taste herself, and she grinned into the kiss. "You really took advantage of that cake," she said, quickly deducing his strategy.
"Yup."
"We're going to get fat if we keep needing cake every time I want you to do that to me."
"Yeah? You want me to do that a lot more?"
"You better."
"Well, it's a good thing you look cute fat." He returned his hand to the slight bulge around her navel.
"Harry!" She cringed and tried to curl away from him.
"I'm joking," he assured her. "Although you would."
"Shut up." She returned to kissing him, and returned her hand to his cock, stroking gently.
After a while, she picked up her pace, spreading his precum around, and he moaned into her mouth.
"I want you," she murmured.
"You have me."
"I want us to have sex." Her hand stilled as she said this.
He pulled back and stared at her. "Right now?"
She nodded. "Yes." She gripped his cock and began lightly tugging it towards its destination.
Breathing deeply, he shifted so that he was above her, and she spread her legs beneath him. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," she repeated, pulling him down until the head of his cock was running along her slit. "I want you inside me."
He took another deep breath, his pleasure already building just at the thought of fulfilling her wish. She ran his cock along her slit again, lathering him in her liquid, and then placed his tip against her entrance.
"Push in," she urged.
At her words, however, he felt his eruption begin. He jerked his cock away in a last-second attempt to stop it, but it was hopeless, and his cum blasted out of him onto her mound. He moaned in embarrassment and gripped himself, and further spurts flew over her up to her belly.
Both of them stared, her in surprise and him in mortification. And then she burst into giggles, increasing his humiliation.
He fell to the bed beside her and groaned into the pillow, burying his face as her hysterics continued.
"It's alright," she finally managed through her laughs. "It's alright, Harry." Her hand landed on his back, rubbing gently. "It's okay."
He grunted in frustration, and then lifted his head to look at her. She was grinning, her eyes still full of laughter, and his cum was dribbling across the skin below her navel.
"I'm so sorry," he breathed.
"It's okay," she repeated. Her hand moved to his shoulder and lightly shoved so that he rolled onto his side, and she closed the distance between them until her breasts were pressed against his chest, his cum smearing from her skin onto his. "We'll try again in a little while."
She went back to kissing him then, and his embarrassment faded, and they settled into the pillows together.
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"Harry Potter and his mate must wake up!"
Harry stirred, immediately enjoying the feeling of the warm body pressed against him.
"Harry Potter, Sir!"
His eyes shot open wide at the squeaky voice, and he looked over his shoulder at the house-elf who was standing a little ways from the bed, each of his hands covering one of his oversized eyes.
"Mm." Hermione stirred beneath Harry's arm, her warm breath washing over his shoulder.
"Hermione," Harry whispered urgently.
She opened her eyes, tensing at his tone. He did his best to make sure most of her body was blocked from Dobby's view, as they had fallen asleep above the blankets.
"Harry Potter and his mate must wake up!" Dobby repeated, still keeping his eyes covered. "Others will be looking for Harry Potter and his mate, and they is not wanting to be caught!"
Harry cleared his throat. "Thank you, Dobby. We'll leave in a moment."
Dobby bowed and popped away.
Hermione let out a groan. "We weren't supposed to fall asleep."
"I know."
"We were supposed to have sex."
His embarrassment returned as he recalled why that didn't happen. "I'm sorry."
She nudged his stomach. "It's not your fault."
"I'm pretty sure it is."
"Fine, maybe it is." She stuck her tongue out at him, which didn't help with his embarrassment at all.
With a sigh, he released his hold on her and rolled onto his back, watching as her eyes darted down to his cock. Her lower belly was shining with the stains from his cum, the reminder of his humiliation.
She looked at his cock longingly for a few seconds, but then echoed his sigh and shook her head. "We have to go."
"Yeah."
"I can't believe we fell asleep."
"Me too." He watched as she got off the bed and started dressing, and then followed suit. He missed her body the instant it was hidden from his sight, but comforted himself with the knowledge that there would be other opportunities.
"I wasn't supposed to be leaving this room still a virgin," she grumbled.
His embarrassment resurfaced. "There will be other opportunities."
She gave a smile that eased his shame, but then shook her head. "And who knows what will go wrong next time?"