3Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Introduction:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Three
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. Iâm not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar. Also, the smut is going to be a bit more graphic than last time, so if you donât like reading about sex, donât read this fic.
Authorâs Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (thatâs Out Of Character if you donât know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you donât like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Three Summary: Harry and Hermione spend time studying⊠and they happen to read a book or two as well
Harry woke up the next day to birds singing a happy song. Of course the effing birds were singing happily; the sun had just risen, and they, being creatures that loved rising early, sang with all their hearts to the morning sun.
The effing birds had interrupted a dream. Normally, Harry would be overjoyed at the concept of having his traditional dreams interrupted. However, this was a particularly good dream; Harry and Hermione were romping around again, and this time, he was about to see Hermioneâs boobs without her Lousy Damn Blouse and her God-Damn Lousy Bra. Even though it was just a dream, Harry was going to see what Hermioneâs nipples looked like. But no, the effing birds had to wake him up from his wonderful wet-dream by starting a fucking tweet fest!
Harry woke with a pitiful groan and tried to shield his eyes from the blinding rays of the sun. Getting out of bed, he resisted the temptation to open his window and fire of a couple of Stunners in hopes of hitting some of the effing birds. So Harry satisfied his urge to cause the effing birds some discomfort by stretching out one of his arms and gave a two-fingered salute to all birds in general. After his shower, he trounced down to the common room and his sour mood suddenly vanished.
There was Hermione, curled up on her favorite chair with a book in her lap. The early morning sunlight shined through her hair, giving her the appearance of an angel with a glowing halo. Harry felt a sudden warmth travel through his body as he saw his friend; the friend that he now realized was quite beautiful in his eyes. He noticed that he had a bounce to his step, and tried to correct it before Hermione saw him; real men donât bounce, real men strut. Harry had learned this important fact from the late night conversations with his dorm mates about the fairer sex and what they liked; he was told with certainty that women like a manly strut, among other things such as flowers, chocolates, and other âgirlyâ things. He had listened closely to Dean and Seamus when they described how real men walked. As he bounced in an un- manly way toward Hermione, he tried to strut the way his friends had described. Unfortunately, he was unable to completely counteract the bounce with his emerging strutting abilities and ended up with a saunter. But in Harryâs defense, it was a manly saunter, not the effeminate way Blaise Zabini walked.
âMorning, Hermione,â Harry greeted the witch with an incredibly silly grin plastered on his face.
âGood morning, Harry,â she returned the greeting with an equally smitten smile.
âAbout last nightâŠâ began Harry while he shoved his hands in his pockets to hide how nervous he was. âIâm sorry I didnât warn you about⊠you know.â
âItâs okay, Harry. It was the first time for both of us,â Hermione replied and patted the seat next to her. Harry took the invitation and the two teens cuddled. âI shouldnât have yelled at you like that.â
The couple preceded to have a nice fifteen-minute snog session where they playfully explored each otherâs bodies. Harry was even so bold to open Hermioneâs blouse. Unfortunately she was wearing a white cotton bra so he still didnât get to see what her nipples looked like. But this didnât stop him playing with her boobs mind you. It was an activity that Harry had become quite fond of, he loved how her mounds felt in his hands and her loved the way Hermione moaned and purred as he cupped, squeezed, caressed, kissed, licked, and suckled on them, even through the accursed bra. During the snog and boob fondling session, âHarry, Jr.â stirred only a little, apparently the appendage was still worn-out from the very welcomed workout it received the previous evening.
After both teens had become completely flushed, Hermione pulled away and suggested, âWe should really go and see McGonagall,â she stated, her lips red and puffy. âWe have to ask her if we can stay in the castle.â
âAre you sure sheâll be up this early?â asked Harry as they walked hand in hand to the Headmistressâ office.
âIâm positive,â answered Hermione. The couple walked up to the stone gargoyle guarding the entrance to McGonagallâs new quarters.
âWould you please tell the Headmistress we would like to see her?â Hermione requested of the stone sentinel.
âIâll go fetch her,â the statue grumbled. After a moment or two, the gargoyle stepped to the side, and McGonagall rushed out into the hallway while trying to put on her dressing robe and brandishing her wand at the same time.
âWhat is it? Whatâs wrong?â the Headmistress demanded on the verge of panic.
âNothingâs wrong, maâam,â Hermione said, âWe just wanted to ask you a question.â
âBut the gargoyle told me it was an emergency!â McGonagall practically shouted. âHe said that Potter was spewing blood from his mouth!â
Behind them, the gargoyle let out a grumbling chuckle.
âOh, you cheeky bugger!â McGonagall cursed. âThatâs the third time this week heâs pulled a prank on me! I swear, Iâll find a replacement if you donât straighten up!â The Headmistress took a calming breath before turning her attention to the pair in front of her. âWhat can I do for you two?â
âWe would like to ask a favor,â stated Hermione. Harry saw McGonagallâs eyes dart down and then back up. He glanced down and noticed the he and Hermione were still holding hands.
âAnd what would that favor be?â asked McGonagall with a saucy grin and a blush. Harry nearly went into shock at the sight; he had never imagined, nor wanted to imagine, what McGonagall would look like with a saucy grin. He loved and respected his mentor, but it truly frightened the young wizard to see such a grin stretched across her face. Harry had rarely seen the Headmistress with anything but a stern look upon her face and he was taken back. The sassy smile was very disturbing on McGonagallâs face. It made Harry feel very uncomfortable both physically and emotionally.
âYou see, Harry has been, and will, be a target for Voldemort,â Hermione began, not noticing Harryâs current discomfort. âAnd Harry doesnât really stand a chance against him. Not unless we get some training.â
âWhat would you suggest, Ms. Granger?â
âMay we please stay here at the castle so that we can use the library and other facilities to train?â Hermione asked as if she had spent hours preparing the question. Knowing Hermione, that is probably exactly what she did. She more than likely had written several drafts of the question in her Day Planner and chose the one she thought would be best received.
âYes, you may,â answered McGonagall. The Headmistress then added with a wry wink as she headed back up to her chambers, âBut when you use the âother facilitiesâ, please clean up after yourselves.â
âWhat do you think she meant by that?â Hermione asked, as the teens turned away from the now closed doorway. Harry replied mutely by holding up their clasped hands. âShe saw, do you think she suspectsâŠ?â Hermione began to ask before answering herself. âOf course she does, otherwise she wouldnât have used the âclean upâ reference.â
âAre we that messy?â asked Harry.
âI may not be, but you are,â replied Hermione with a wink.
After a quick breakfast, Harry and Hermione proceeded to the library.
âAlright, letâs just head straight to the Restricted Section and start reading up on some of the more powerful magics,â Hermione ordered.
Several hours later, Hermione had a very large stack of books that sheâd labeled as being âpotentially usefulâ and another, much smaller stack marked âworthless.â The âpotentially usefulâ stack intimidated Harry; there were at least six-dozen books in that stack. How Hermione thought that the two of them could read all that material, let alone actually retain the knowledge, was beyond him. Harry, on the other hand, had skimmed through no more than four books and found nothing remotely helpful in his destined fight with Voldemort. He found two particularly powerful transfigurations where one could turn a wizard into a giant toad, and another which would turn a toad into tadpoles according to the illustration⊠Harry reread the entry and corrected himself, it wasnât âtadpoles,â it was semen. Harry repressed a shudder as an image played out in his head of a man turning into a giant toad then into a large pool of spunk. Then he thought of Snape and figured that it would be a fitting end to the traitor. He marked the page for future study.
âThis is going to take forever,â exclaimed Hermione. âIf only we had something to go on. A weakness of Voldemortâs that you excel inâŠâ
âYeah, but I donât see how âthe power he knows notâ will help,â Harry said. âI always thought that bit was rubbish.â
Hermione lifted her gaze up from her book and her eyes burned a hole into Harry.
âWhat was that?â she asked impatiently.
âWhat was what?â Harry replied, taken back at her steely gaze.
âWhat did you say about the power Voldemort doesnât have?â
âOh, that,â Harry said relieved. He was worried that he had said something to upset Hermione. âIt was just something mentioned in the silly prophesy.â
Hermione closed her book and was obviously trying to compose herself as she strummed her fingers on the cover of a discarded book.
âDo you mean to tell me that there was more to the prophesy than âme against himâ as you originally told me?â she asked very slowly, as if she was speaking to a dim-witted child.
âJust a bit,â Harry replied with more than a little touch of fear. Whenever Hermione had gotten this way in the past, Harry always knew that he was in for trouble. And usually, rightfully so.
âLike what?â The thinly veiled anger started to seep out of her body and Harryâs fear grew.
âUm⊠just that I have a power he doesnât even know about and that um⊠he marked me as an equal,â Harry said rapidly. He had hoped that the faster he said the words, the less angry Hermione would be.
âAnd I take it you know what that power is,â stated Hermione as she rubbed her temples with her fingers.
âLove,â Harry replied.
âLove?â Hermione repeated disbelievingly.
âAccording to Dumbledore, at least.â
âWell, he wouldnât have just made an assumption. Did he ever point out when you may have used âLoveâ against Voldemort?â Hermione asked.
âYeah, I accidentally tapped into it when Tom possessed me at the Ministry of Magic. I was able to hurt him; so much so that Dumbledore reckoned that he wouldnât try to sneak into my mind again because of the pain he suffered.â
âWhy⊠didnât⊠you⊠tell⊠me⊠aboutâŠTHAT!?!â Hermione demanded.
âItâs not important, not anymore,â argued Harry. âNot since Voldemort took my blood! My touch used to be able to cause him pain before his resurrection. But now, he has my blood in his veins, and he can touch me without hurting himself.â
âAnd when did your blood get taken, Harry?ââ
âFourth year, as you bloody well know,â Harry replied irritably.
âAnd when were you possessed?â asked Hermione, a smile returning to her face. Apparently, she took a great amount of joy in seeing how long it would take Harry to catch up with her train of thought.
âFifth year⊠oh, waitâŠâ Harry paused. âWhen he possessed me in the Ministry of Magic, he already had my blood in his veins.â
âHarry, you may not be able to harm him just by touching him anymore,â explained Hermione, âbut somehow, you were able to activate that power when he tried to possess you and you hurt him! You hurt him enough that you drove him away!â
Hermione got that look again, the look she got when her brain went into overdrive. After a moment she asked: âCan you think of any other time you tapped into the power of love? Not necessarily just against Voldemort.â
After a bit of thought, Harry offered, âWell, I donât know if itâs love or not, but the two times Iâve used a Patronus against real Dementors could have been close.â
âCould you explain?â Hermione asked patiently.
âWhen I realized that it wasnât my dad who cast the Stag Patronus I had seen, but meâŠâ Harry said with his eyes closed, trying to concentrate on the memory from his third year. âI remembered thinking that I was going to leave the Durselyâs and live with Sirius. I was going to live with someone who cared for me.â
âThatâs familial love,â Hermione explained. âThat is the love of a family. You had inadvertently tapped into a form of love when you cast the Patronus.â
âAnd then the second time was when Dudley and I were attacked,â Harry continued. âBefore I cast the Patronus, I remembered thinking about seeing you and Ron.â
âPlatonic love, love of friends.â
âThatâs about it,â Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders.
âWhat about Cho?â Hermione asked. âYou did have a crush on her which is a form of affectionate love. And you did kiss her.â
âOh, yeahâ Harry said with a snap of his fingers. âWhen Snape was teaching me Occlumency, he was about to see an image of me and Cho kissing and I threw off his Legilimency attack for the first time, and it was without a wand or spell.â
âThatâs very good,â Hermione complimented.
âAnd I entered his mind,â Harry continued, and Hermioneâs jaw dropped. âI saw him as a kid hiding under a table as his parents fought.â
âYou entered Snapeâs mind without a wand or casting a spell?â Hermione asked. âHeâs a skilled Occlumens, you shouldnât have been able to do that! His defenses should have stopped you easily! Thatâs incredible, Harry! I think Dumbledore was correct. Think about it. Most wizards and witches canât produce a corporeal Patronus, and even if they do, they would be able to drive away maybe one or two Dementors, like Remus did on the train. But when you thought about love in one way or another, you were able to drive away scores of Dementors. And look what you did with Snape; you easily broke through a skilled Occlumensâ shields and saw his memories, because you unknowingly tapped into your power of love. Apparently, when you access you power base, love, you are a very powerful wizard indeed!â
Harry blushed at her compliment. Hermione paused and worried her lip before continuing: âHarry, I know itâs a touchy subject, but could you tell me what you felt with Ginny?â
âNow I feel revulsion,â Harry answered, with only a minor shudder. âBut during the time, I guess the best way to describe it would be to say it was like a scaly monster was living in my chest.â
âA scaly monster? Thatâs not love Harry; that sounds more like lust and jealousy!â Hermione cried victoriously. âNo wonder you were so ineffectual last year!â
âExcuse me!â Harry blurted out. â/Ineffectual/?â
âYes Harry, ineffectual,â Hermione repeated. âRemember, you told me the events of the cave. You panicked. Panicking is something youâve never done before. Remember in first year, Hagrid had to pair you with Draco because he had already scared Neville. Hagrid knew that you wouldnât panic. In second year, you faced a forty foot snake that couldâve killed you just by looking at you and you didnât panic! You may have been frightened, thatâs only normal. But you did not panic. In third year, you drove off scores of Dementors without panicking. When you were Portkeyed to the graveyard during the final task of the Tri-Wizard, you dueled with Voldemort, the most feared Dark Lord in decades and again you didnât panic!
âBut, when the Infiri attacked, you admitted that you completely forgot the simple flame hex. The same hex that Dumbledore had just reminded you about moments before. And then, when you were chasing after Snape and the Death Eaters, you couldnât land even one hex on Snape. In previous encounters with Death Eaters, youâve always been spectacular. You were able to Stun or incapacitate several Death Eaters when Voldemort resurrected himself as well as during the battle in the Department of Mysteries. You shouldâve been able to deal with the zombies without freezing up, and you should have at least singed Snape.
âThat has to prove that Dumbledore was right. Your power base is love!â Hermione continued. âAll you strengths come from one form of love or another. But last year, you were lusting after Ginny. And that lust was detrimental to your power base. Lust is not love in any way shape or form! Lust is a mockery of love. Thatâs why you were acting so strangely last year.â
âAlright, fine, then. But why were you acting so strangely last year?â Harry shot back. He was angry with her because deep down, he knew she was right. âYou dropped S.P.E.W. like it had meant nothing to you even though you were clearly obsessed about the cause for two years. You broke the rules when hexed another student just so Ron could stay on the Quidditch team. I realize that youâve bent and broken the rules before, but the times youâve done that, peopleâs lives were at risk. But this time, you broke the rules just to save Ron from embarrassment. And then you chastised me when you thought I might have cheated when I tricked Ron into believing that I gave him the Felix Felicis, doing the exact same thing you did: saving Ron from embarrassing himself. It also took you months to find out that Prince was related to Snape, something you normally wouldâve found out in no time at all! Especially since you were so dead certain that Eileen Prince was somehow related to the damned Half-Blood Prince in my Potions Text. You only bothered to check on what happened to Eileen Prince after Snape admitted to being the Half-Blood Prince.â
Hermione hung her head in shame. Harryâs heart dropped roughly to his knees. âIâm sorry Hermione, I didnât mean-â
âNo, youâre right Harry. We both acted strangely last year,â Hermione interrupted. âAnd my own reasons were pretty much the same reasons as to why you acted oddly as well. I simply wanted to be loved. I wanted someone to hold my hand and kiss me. I wanted someone to say Iâm pretty and to mean it. I wanted someone to think of me when I wasnât around.
âAll of the other girls in our year, and most of the younger ones as well, were already active in the dating scene, and as strange as it may seem, I felt compelled to start dating as well. Perhaps the underlying reason was as simple as I didnât want those Yule Ball rumors to finally come true. You know the ones I mean; the ones that said that no boy would ever want to be seen with someone like me; a bossy know-it-all with bushy hair. But I didnât want to date someone I didnât know,â Hermione continued with tears streaming down her face. âSo I decided that it would have to be either you or Ron. And you were already ogling Ginny, so I set my sights on Ron. Thatâs why I stopped caring about House-Elves; Ron doesnât care about them, he only cares about Quidditch. Thatâs also why I hexed McLaggen. And I suppose thatâs the only excuse I can give as to why I didnât figure about Snape and the whole Potions Text. I was so desperate for Ron to notice me that I ignored what was staring me right in the face. I needed Ron to notice me, there was no one else available for me. I had come to the conclusion that I didnât have a chance with you. Youâre popular, even though you hate it, and brave and handsome, and Iâm ugly and bookish-â
âLet me explain something to you Hermione,â interrupted Harry as he took her face gently in his hands and looked deeply into her eyes. âI think you are beautiful, and not just in a physical way either. Even though I can honestly say that your breasts are fantastic! Awe inspiring, to be truthful.â Hermione blushed as Harry continued, âBut youâre beautiful in so many other ways as well. Youâre ridiculously smart, incredibly brave, patient, kind, compassionate, and you know me better than anyone else. Remember back in our third year? The game where the Dementors knocked me off my Nimbus? It was raining so hard I couldnât see. Wood had called a time out and I was about to point out my vision problem. Before I could even begin, you appeared over my shoulder to help me out, without needing to be asked. Then in our fifth year, when I thought that I had somehow caused Nagini to attack Mr. Weasley, everyone let me wallow in self pity in that damn room. Ginny, the girl I was so infatuated with last year, let me rot in that room. But not you, you canceled a holiday with your folks and marched right up to Buckbeakâs room and literally dragged me out the moment you arrived. Youâve always been there for me, to help me, even when I thought I didnât want it. You were the only one brave enough to say that Voldemort had laid a trap for me in the Department of Mysteries. And yet, you still went with me because you knew I needed your help. You know me better than I know myself.
âDo you want to know what Ginny said to me when I broke up with her?â Harry continued. âShe said that Iâd only be happy hunting Voldemort. She said thatâs why she liked me so much.â
âHow can she think that?â Hermione asked incredulously. âYou want to be a father.â
âW-what?â Harry stammered. It was as if Hermione had dumped a bucket of ice water over his head and it shocked him to his core.
âItâs obvious to me that you want to get married and have a bunch of kids,â Hermione said, as if it was common knowledge. âYou want the one thing youâve never had: a loving family.â Harry slowly lowered himself to the floor and sat down.
âI do?â he asked as an image appeared in his minds eye. He looked a little older and he was surrounded by children, his children. That image filled the young man with such happiness that he actually started to cry. âI guess I do want kids.â Hermione lowered herself into Harryâs lap and kissed away his tears. âYou see, you do know me better than I do.â
The couple sat on the floor in the Restricted Section just holding each other for a long while, saying nothing, just enjoying being in each others arms. Hermione finally pulled herself away from Harryâs embrace and said: âWe better get back to researching.â
âDo we have to?â Harry pleaded while still holding onto her hands.
âYes, we do,â Hermione ordered. âBut it should be easier now that we have a better focus. We just have to look for spells and rituals which use love.â
Hermione disappeared into the stacks as Harry grudgingly stood up and began his search anew. After an hour of browsing through the Restricted Section, Harryâs eye caught the words âLoveâ and âMagicâ on the binding of an old red-leather book. âCould this be it? The thing that could lead to the downfall of Voldemort?â Harryâs hopes were dashed though, when he read the full title: âThe Magic of Making Love: By Thos. Antric.â He shrugged as he pulled the book from the shelves; he reckoned that he might as well thumb through it, seeing that it was the only book he had found in the past hour that even appeared to be remotely related to love.
The first page Harry opened to had almost made him drop the book out of shock. It was a magical photo showing a witch and wizard, both very naked, in a unique position. A position that Harry thought should have caused a great deal of pain (/âWas that his foot by her ear or her own? And where was her left hand?â/), but judging by the expressions on their faces, they were rather enjoying it.
The next page that Harry randomly turned to piqued his interest. The chapter was titled âA Witchâs Orgasm and its Power; How You Can Benefit From It!â Harry didnât need to read the chapter to learn how a witchâs orgasm could benefit him; he would be able to show Hermione just how much she meant to him, and he could properly return the pleasure that Hermione had given him. The next random chapter that Harry turned to made him think that the book was written precisely with him in mind: âThe Hidden Benefits of Being a Parselmouth; Cunnilingus and You!â Harry marked that page and stuffed the book in his bag. The book may not help him defeat Voldemort, but it looked like it could help him in his love life.
Harry returned to their desk to find Hermione already hidden behind a wall of books. The young wizard sat down at his chair and started to read the new-found book.
The chapter on Parselmouths was very enlightening. It stated that Parselmouths have a magical ability that is focused within the wizardâs tongue, and while normally this magic is used to communicate with snakes, it could be used while giving oral pleasure to a witch. The book also had several diagrams explaining different techniques to illicit the best response from the witch.
After he had read the chapter no less than ten times, completely skipping over the sections dealing with the theories and so-called âmagical benefitsâ, concentrating strictly on form and technique, Harry realized that it had grown dark outside. He looked at the clock on the wall and noticed it was half past ten at night. âHermione, letâs fetch some supper and call it a night,â he called out.
Harry was having a very interesting dream the next morning; he was on the shore next to the Hogwarts Lake. Some odd compulsion forced him to gobble some gillyweed that was in his hands and he then jumped into the water. After he felt gills popping out on the sides of his neck, Harry swam under the water for several minutes until he saw something that would lead him to his goal â what that goal was, he didnât know, but Harry needed to reach it for some unknown reason. The thing that Harry saw was a mermaid. But it wasnât what real mermaids looked like, merpeople are actually very unattractive, downright ugly one might say. This mermaid was quite beautiful; she looked exactly like Hermione did above the waist. And she was topless to boot! But before Harry could get a good look at mermaid-Hermioneâs boobs, she dashed away. He gave chase immediately. Mermaid-Hermione dove into a dark tunnel at the bottom of the lakebed and Harry quickly followed. The tunnel was incredibly dark, but unlike the water outside the tunnel which was cold, this water was warm and pleasant. For some odd reason, Harry felt his ever-present companion, âHarry, Jr.â begin to stir in his swim-trucks. After a few moments of swimming through the tunnel blindly, Harry saw a slit of light in the distance. Harry instinctively swam toward the light and passed through it. He turned around and saw that he had just exited the tunnel and onto the lakebed through a giant clam.
But before Harry could turn around and continue pursuing mermaid-Hermione, he was tackled by someone. As he was pushed down into the lakebed, kelp magically sprang to life to bind his hands and feet. Someone rapidly stripped off his swim trunks. He looked up into the beautiful hazel eyes of mermaid-Hermione.
âI see that part of you is awake,â she said wickedly, indicating Harryâs partially aroused state, as she twirled his trunks in front of her while poking him in the ribs. âIâm just waiting for the rest of you to wake up.â
âHuh?â Harry grunted groggily as his eyes opened up. He normally wouldnât have been happy to wake up from such an interesting dream, but any animosity that he might have felt toward the person who woke him up disappeared the moment his eyes focused on the young woman in front of him. Hermione stood in front of Harry wearing her sleeping gown and holding a pair of boxers in front of her, specifically Harryâs boxers. Thatâs when Harry felt a draft on âHarry, Jr.â/. He tried to cover his bits, but found that his hands and feet were invisibly bound to his bedposts, obviously by Hermione for some illicit and, more than likely, exciting purpose. The young witch examined Harryâs naked body with unmasked desire in her eyes. Harry was embarrassed, nay, mortified that he was laying starkers in front of Hermione. /âHarry, Jr.â on the other hand reveled in the attention. It stood proud as if it was saying âHey, look at me!â
âQuite impressive, Mr. Potter,â said Hermione, as if she was grading one of his papers. âYou should be proud.â
Harry felt his skin turn red at Hermioneâs comments and âHarry, Jr.â stood even taller.
âSeeing as youâre naked, which I might have had something to do with that â but I admit nothing, mind you- and I am dressed,â Hermione said theatrically, âletâs even the score a bitâ
Hermione then reached down and slowly, almost hesitantly, removed her gown. Harry emitted a small âoohâ sound when he saw the two things that he had so desperately wanted to see the past few days; Hermioneâs nipples.
Her nipples, which Harry decided to call âCarmellaâ and âNatasha,â were full and erect, as if they were saying âhelloâ to âHarry, Jr.â who was singing to the heavens at that point in time.
Hermione stood nervously as Harry took in every inch of her exposed body. His eyes took in her white cotton knickers, lingered on her flat tummy, then slowly traveled up to her bare breasts, and then finally, he locked eyes with her and said: âMy God Hermione, you are beautiful.â
âThat is what I was waiting to hear,â said Hermione, her self-confidence obviously bolstered by Harryâs comments. She crawled onto the foot of the bed and lowered her mouth over Harryâs organ.
She began by using her tongue, running it up and down his shaft. Then she placed it into her mouth and began the same wonderful technique she used the other night. Harry groaned in pleasure and tugged at his invisible bounds. He frantically wanted to touch her, to run his hands through her hair. But she had cruelly bound him to his bedpost.
Slurping noises emanated from Hermione as she bobbed up and down on his pole, coating âHarry, Jr.â with her saliva. Harry started to groan when Hermione began to cup and gently massage his balls. Within minutes (Harry noted with a great deal of masculine pride that he had lasted much longer then his first time), he felt the pressure build up. He remembered the tongue lashing he had gotten from Hermione the last time when he failed to warn her. Mind you he rather liked the tongue lashing he was getting now, but he hated the other type.
âHermione, Iâm gonna cum,â Harry grunted.
Hermione stopped her fellatio and looked up at Harry. A broad, sinful smile stretched across her lips as she said, âHappy Birthday, Harry.â
Then Harry got the best birthday present he had ever gotten. Hermione took his entire length into her mouth, pausing only to relax her gag reflex when he reached her throat. Harry stopped breathing when he felt Hermioneâs throat pulsate and contract as she seemingly tried to swallow his organ. She let out a low grumble that emanated from her throat and the sound sent shivers through his body. While continuing to grumble, Hermione sucked on his organ. Within seconds, Harry had lost control and unloaded into Hermioneâs mouth. His dick jumped once in her mouth, shooting off the first blast of his load and Hermione raised herself and suckled on his crown. âHarry, Jr.â bucked again and again, discharging his semen into her mouth.
After Harry was finished, Hermione made a show of swallowing his load. She had a look on her face like she had just swallowed something dreadful, perhaps a flobberworm, but Harry almost came again just at the sight of her swallowing. Hermione retrieved her wand and performed a Breath Cleaning Charm before releasing Harry from his magical bonds.
âSorry about that, Iâm not used to the taste just yet.â said Hermione as she crawled onto his bare body, pressing her naked breasts into his heaving chest. âIâve done some research and read that a manâs diet affects the taste of his semen. Maybe we can experiment with the foods you eat, and see which resultant taste I like the best?â
âExperiment!â Harryâs mind declared triumphantly. What she said definitely hinted that Hermione was willing to do this act again. âTry to act as smooth as possible,â Harry thought to himself as he replied to Hermione, âSure, I wonât mind. Anything in the name of progress.â
âSo, was it good for you?â Hermione asked with a saucy smile.
In all honesty, it was very, very good for him. But he also knew that it couldnât have been all that enjoyable for her. She did all the work, yet received no pleasure for herself, while Harry had gotten all the enjoyment (and a lot of it). Harry didnât just want to tell her that it was terrific; he wanted to show her how terrific it was. He needed to show Hermione, not simply because he felt obligated to return the pleasure that she had given him twice already. He wanted to do it so Hermione herself could feel ecstasy. Somewhere deep within Harry, he felt the almost desperate need to make Hermione⊠happy. Harry just wasnât certain he knew how to show her just what he felt for her, and what he felt she deserved. Then Harry remembered his âspecial bookâ and the chapter that he so diligently memorized.
âInstead of telling you, let me show you,â Harry replied and quickly rolled over so that Hermione was under him before she could protest. Hermione squealed in surprise.
âWhat do you have in mind, Harry?â asked Hermione after she regained her composure.
âRetuning the favor,â answered Harry. He hesitantly added, âThat is, if you donât mind.â
Before answering, Hermione averted her eyes and blushed such a bright crimson, that Harry reasoned that he could easily read in the dark just by using her body as a night light.
âNo, I donât mind,â she replied nervously.
âNow, Iâve never done this before,â stated Harry, âand I know there are lots of ways to do this improperly beside âusing teeth,â so tell me when I do something wrong.â
After Hermione nodded in the affirmative, Harry started by kissing her passionately, he then trailed kisses down her chin, her neck, passed her color-bone, until he reached the valley between Hermioneâs breasts. Harry took this opportunity to get to know âNatashaâ and âCarmellaâ intimately. Hermione groaned as Harry licked, suckled, and lightly nibbled on her tender flesh. The heat coming off Hermioneâs body was intense and her breath became more and more labored as Harry continued to play with âNatashaâ and /âCarmellaâ/. After several minutes of focusing on her breasts, Harry trailed kisses down her taught tummy. He looked up at Hermione when he got to her cotton knickers and said, âIf you want me to stop just say so-â
But Harry was cut off when Hermione nearly shouted at him, âIf you donât pull my damned knickers off right now, I swear to MerlinâŠ!â
âOkay, okayâŠâ placated Harry as he hooked his fingers around her panties. The young wizard took a fortifying breath before slowly tugging the cotton garment down. Hermione gasped as she became exposed to the morning air. Harry gulped as he saw something he hadnât expected.
âS-s-sha-s-s-shaved?â he stammered as he examined Hermioneâs flower.
âYes,â Hermione replied sheepishly.
âS-s-sha-s-s-shaved?â he repeated, still stunned.
âItâs strictly for hygiene,â she explained, still a little sheepishly.
âC-c-co-com-c-completely s-s-sha-s-s-shaved?â
âWell, yes,â she answered, her sheepishness was suddenly replaced by a saucy grin. âYou see, Iâm very hygienic.â
âGryffindor was right,â Harry thought to himself, âbrainy girls are naughty!â
As Harry took in Hermione and all her wonder, he commented to himself internally that when Hermione had satisfied him earlier, she had an easier job⊠err sorry about that. When it came to his bits, all Harry had was âHarry, Jr.â and his luggage. And the only way he could think of not fulfilling âHarry, Jr.â was if teeth were used. But with Hermioneâs bits there was so much more! According to the book that Harry had hidden in his school bag, there was the Mons Veneris, the clitoris and its hood, and the Labia. And as reported by the book, there were definitely bad ways in stimulating Hermione.
With a touch of trepidation, Harry started by gently kissing the area around her flower â which he had almost given a name of a flower, but seeing that both his mother and his aunt had flower names, he became content with just âflower.â It was apparent that Hermione enjoyed these tiny kisses, so Harry continued this course of action for a while. Harry kissed her nether lips and Hermione gasped, thatâs when Harry decided that his tongue should come into play.
He used his fore and middle fingers on his left hand to softly pry open her petals. Harry used his tongue to trace Hermioneâs outer and inner lips and her honey began to seep out. After a minute or two of working on her vagina and lips, Harry used his right thumb to gently push her hood back, exposing her clitoris. Hermione gasped when Harryâs tongue touched her clit.
The brunette witch started to writhe and moan while Harry worked on his budding⊠/err sorry again/⊠skills of cunnilingus. After two or three minutes, Harry noticed that Hermione seemed to be enjoying his attempts. To him, Hermione tasted warm, sweet, and musky. Little droplets of sweat were appearing all over her body and her breathing was heavier than before. It was at this point that he decided to push Hermione over the edge, so to speak, and use the techniques that he had read in the book concerning Parslemouths.
Pausing for a second from his operations, Harry closed his eyes and focused on an image of a snake in his mind in order to trigger his rare power. Since Harry could never tell if he was speaking Parseltongue or English, he asked Hermione: âCan you understand me?â
âHarry, why are you speaking in Parseltongue?â Hermione asked. âI canât â OH SWEET BABY MAEVE!â
Hermione couldnât finish her statement properly; because Harry was satisfied that he was using his Parselmouth abilities and started his cunnilingus once more. Almost immediately, Hermione thrashed around and alternated between moaning, growling, and occasionally, babbling incoherently.
â⊠swish and flickâŠâ Hermione sputtered disjointedly while Harry twirled his magical tongue around her bud. ââŠpowdered newtâŠnimbusâŠ.â As magic poured off of Harryâs tongue into Hermione, he could feel every muscle in her body tense up. âOh. Oh. Oh, mamma!â
One of Hermioneâs hands grabbed a tuff of Harryâs hair and tugged at him while her legs wrapped around his head and pulled him closer. It was at this point that âHarry, Jr.â woke up again and desperately, almost painfully, wanted to play again. Harry thought about using one of his hands to relieve himself, but realized that this moment was for Hermione. He wanted to concentrate fully, mentally, physically, and emotionally, on her. He would take care of âHarry, Jr.â later.
After a minute or two, Harry could sense the buildup in Hermione, but he could feel himself about to release as well. Hermioneâs back arched and sweat poured off of her naked flesh. Her body was raked by shallow, quivering gasps of breath.
âOh, gods, Harry!â Hermione shouted as a combined wave of magic and ecstasy passed through her body, and then through Harryâs. Her musky juices shot out of her pussy and filled his mouth. He tried his best to lap up her honey, but a large amount flowed out of his mouth and poured down his chin. Harry groaned into Hermione as he climaxed in the middle of her orgasm. The two teens didnât notice the very loud bang that accompanied their simultaneous orgasms.
Slowly, Harryâs eyes took in the vision before him; Hermione lay on the bed, panting heavily, her body flushed and glistening. Her nether lips were red and swollen and her wetness still seeped out of her. The young man smiled with pride, because he didnât need to ask Hermione if it was good for her. He could tell by the glow emanating from her body that she had thoroughly enjoyed his first efforts. Then it hit him, she was literally glowing! She was throwing off light! He was shocked to find that he was glowing softly as well. Harry was about to ask Hermione about this startling occurrence when he noticed that she had her eyes fixed on something behind him.
With her legs still draped over his shoulders, Harry turned his head and saw that except for the bed that they were currently using, every object in the room was floating six feet off of the ground. Every book, scrap piece of parchment, every article of clothing â Harry spotted Hermioneâs knickers straight away, they were twirling slowly as if dancing- even the other beds hovered several feet in the air.
Before either of the two teens could discus these strange events, the door to the dorm room flew open and Tonks rushed in, waving her wand.
âHarry, are you okay?â the pink haired Auror shouted out, as she started to quickly scan the room. âI heard aâŠuh⊠bang?â Tonks paused as she finally noticed the two naked forms in front of her; Hermione glistening with sweat and her hair tossed this way and that, with Harry kneeling as if in prayer at Hermioneâs altar and his face dripping with her love juice. A sardonic, almost wicked smile crept across Tonksâs face. But the smile was nothing compared to the devilish look in her eye. Both Hermione and Harry made a weak squeaking noise at that look.
To be continued!
Authorâs Notes: I tried to insert some humor into Harry and Hermioneâs explanation of why they acted so out-of-character (in my opinion â an opinion which I point out in the text) in the 6th book, but I found I couldnât. I couldnât make fun of it because their actions in HBP were so sad and pathetic. It would be like mocking a train wreck.
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