I do not own any of these characters nor do I make money from this. These characters belong to J.K Rowling.

The story is going through an edit and a bit of a rewrite. Hope you enjoy.

"Harry, please I need you!" she screamed.

"No, Ginny you don't." Harry answered, and then he walked out the door.

The scene before him was not a happy one. There he was again fighting with her, this always happened when she cheated. It happened over and over again yet he took her back every time. But not this one, though he said that all those other as well. As he walked about the street he looked at his watch only to notice it was five in morning. That meant that Hermione would be awake readying for her shift at the hospital and with a soft pop he was gone. Then, moments later he was in her living room. In the next room he heard the shower running and her singing loudly to herself.

At that fact he laughed quietly. After that he kicked back on her couch and lounged for a short time on her couch.

Meanwhile in the bathroom…

Hermione was singing her favorite song loudly and very off key. Then in all her soapy glory she took her microphone (shower comb) and went for the high note ending that one song. After her diva moment she washed the shampoo out of her tangled main. Ten minutes passed quickly, at that time she was out of the shower and drying herself off. With a spell her hair was dry and extremely frizzy. Then with another wave of her wand it was perfectly straight and soft, hitting an inch below her bust, falling in layers that framed her face. Next, she added a hint of dark caracole eye shadow that made her amber eyes pop; then added a vibrant scarlet lipstick to her full lips. At that point she added perfume to her pulse points, finishing her daily beauty routine. Stepping into her bedroom she put on her work clothing as well as the kitten heels she wore every day.

Back on the couch.

Harry lay asleep dreaming of snitches and of brooms sticks. His sleep was interrupted by a shrill and loud scream that belonged to Hermione. When his eyes opened she had a soft look in her beautiful eyes.

"Again?" She asked.

"Mmmhmm, she was very drunk though." Harry answered her.

Harry felt numb to this very of thing. Ginny had a wondering eye, which had extended to most of London's wizarding populous and most of these men ended up in her bed… But, she shared that bed with the Boy who Lived and the Man who Killed the Dark Lord. Harry had tried to overlook this rather large hiccup, but it had just blown up in his face yet again. So, what was he to do? He had not fucking idea himself at the moment. And, by the look Hermione had in her eye; she already knew the story.

"Harry, what happened?" Hermione asked concerned.

"I came home to her and Dean Thomas fucking in our bed, Hermione." He said through his teeth, he was also very red in the face.

"'Mione, I don't know what to do! I loved her so much." He said in obvious anger.

"Harry, she is too stupid to see what she has in front of her." She said softly.

Harry was now sat with his head in his hands; Hermione was beside him on the couch, soon after she was rubbing his back as he began to cry in frustration and sadness. She was the only person in the world to see Harry Potter cry, other than is parents. It was rare that this happen to him now. The last time was when Padfoot was killed more than few years back. Harry shook with anger; he was at the climax of his fit. Soon he began to relax, Hermione stayed with him again. She did not stop rubbing his back for a few moments more. Then she rose from her couch.

"Harry, I'll take today off. Katie Bell needs the hours anyway." She said quietly.

"No 'Mione, I'll be…" she cut him off before he could finish by putting her finger to his lips as she shushed him.

"I'm going to flew my boss and let them know I need the day off." She got up and did the exactly what she said she would. Then she made lemon zinger tea to pep up his sullen mood. She soon joined him again, the cups following behind her. Harry laughed softly at the sight. It was very odd even for a witch. They were quiet for a long time. Maybe for an hour or so. Harry looked over at her as she slept and a small smile played on her lips. Her hair was fanned out behind her as she rested her head on the arm of the couch. He had not seen something so beautiful in such a long time. He always loved a brunette over a red head. He preferred Hermione's light golden skin to the freckled ivory skin of Ginny; her curvy figure to Ginny's very slim one. At this moment in time, Ginny paled in comparison to Hermione in every aspect Harry could come up with.

He thought more things like this until he too fell asleep in Hermione's lap.

(Harry's dream)

His hand was on the small of her back, right above her round and wide ass. He lightly slid his hand down to the supple cheek then he grabbed a handful and quashed it slowly. It was not the sweetest of touches but she moaned all the same. His other hand was on her breast pinching her hard nipple. Her breasts were large for her size. She was slim at the waste and large in the hips. But her mounds were a double D at least, Harry could not tell. Having her naked in front of him was very sexy, he had all of his clothing on, in fact. He continued to tease her nipple with his left hand. Then Harry went after her neck, leaving marks and still twisting her taut nipple in his fingers.

"Oh, Harry please!" She moaned. His fingers slid down from her massive mountains to her hips and there his hand rested for a few seconds. Then Harry backed her into the bed behind them, she fell backwards onto it.

"Spread your legs, please." He stated with a husky voice. And she did as she was told. He looked on her waxed pubic area, then at the swollen wet lips down a bit from her hairless pussy. Her lips were pink and so very wet, he slowly opened them. He got on his knees to get a closer look at her sex. Harry the open her inner lips and saw her very tight hole. She still had her hymen, then he drew is gaze to her swollen clitoris then earned a moan by pinching it lightly. Then Harry rubbed circles around the hard mound of nerves with the same finger. She became even wetter than before. Now she was dripping down to her other hole. Her scent was sweet and musty, like candy and fruit all in one scent and taste. The scent only teased him, he had to taste her and so he did.

"Haaaarrrrrrrrrrrry!" She moaned loudly.

"Mmmhmm." He replied back in her wet folds. He ate and ate her sweet pussy until she came for the very first time. As she came he licked all her juices, then he pulled up from her sex.

"Harry, please fuck me!" Hermione cooed.

Harry disrobed as fast he could. Hermione pulled herself up and went for his fly and pants. She had them down to his ankles less than a second. Harry made quick work of his shoes and shirt. Soon he was nude too. His body was toned and muscular from being a seeker. The look on her face was one that no one would understand. She was ready for him to be inside of her. And he was more than ready for her tight virgin twat.

After her ogling his body for a few moments. He smiled and pushed her back on the bed.

"Hermione, are you sure about this?" he asked her. Harry's eyes were soft at the sight before him.

"Yes!" was all she could muster.

For the first time he kissed her on her pouty lips. She kissed him back with vigor and passion. Harry fell on top of her. Then he pulled away from her only to fill her waiting sex. He moved slowly into her very wet hole. She felt his very large member pressing into virgin snatch. And she held very still as he pushed his head into her. She felt the sharp pain of him popping her cherry. Harry fought the urge to pound as soon as he entered her. She was so tight and wet, don't forget warm. He pushed in a little further and then he held still as well, waiting for her walls to stretch to fit him. Then he pushed in more and Hermione moaned in pain. Again he was still, after another moment and some more of his nine inch cock in that too small hole and soon he heard a loud moan.

"More." She pleaded. Harry obliged her with a trust and another inch of his monster manhood. She could feel her hips and walls spreading to fit more of him. It made Harry even harder inside of her. Hermione felt him grow inside of her and at that fact she moaned. Then she began to move with Harry's slow movements.

"Harder, Harry harder!" Hermione screamed loudly in pleasure. Harry's only answer was to moan and follow her orders. Now he filled her to the hilt, at times he would entire her womb via his hard trusts. Hermione could handle a cock very well for being a virgin. Although she would feel it tomorrow. Harry felt her tighten like vice around him. She began to milk his member and Harry slowed down to drill her hole nice and hard, but slowly. This made her only come faster. She clenched down harder on Harry's cock. This was the last straw for Harry. He came inside of her, and very deep too. At this Hermione came one more time. Harry fell on top Hermione breathing hard and as he did this he kissed her neck. After some time he pulled out of her, then pulled her to him and fell asleep with her.

(End of dream)

Harry awoke with a very hard member and oddly he was rather put out that it had to end. And oh, Gods he wanted her. He didn't know what reason he did, but he was in lust with his best friend and it was a very deeply… (Pun intended!)

A\N. read and review, please.