Author's Note: Hello there! I'd like to provide a heads-up about this story before you start. Here it is: Harry prevented Voldemort from returning at the end of Goblet of Fire in this story. That's why there is no Umbridge at Hogwarts. Also, be sure to check the "Author's Note" at the end of the chapter too!
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It was a surprisingly crisp morning as Harry Potter awoke. He shuffled out of his bed and quickly threw everything he owned into his trunk. He was leaving to start his fifth Hogwarts year today. He had arranged with his Aunt and Uncle that he would go to the station himself and wait for the Hogwarts Express. He quietly crept down the stairs and exited through the front door. If he was to catch his train, he had to start walking then, so he started.
He was fifteen minutes early when he showed up. He walked through the magical barrier to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, where he waited for the Hogwarts Express conductor. Fifteen minutes later, the conductor walked out onto the platform. He was initially shocked to see a student here so early, especially without an adult.
"Somethin' I can help you wit', partner?" the conductor asked him.
"I'm waiting for the Hogwarts Express. When is it scheduled?" Harry slowly asked him.
"Er, She be ready to leave about an hour and one half from now, but she don't until eleven er'clock."
"When do other students normally show up?"
"About an hour and one half from now. That's ten er'clock."
"Would it be a bother if I stayed?"
"Not at'all. Make yourself at home. Actually, wouldn't mind yer talkin' with me for a bit. I never have much company."
"Well, don't you need to check the train?"
"This thing runs on magic, checkin' it is a formality."
"If you say so."
"Yeah, this ole girl will last plenty o' rides before I gotta check 'er."
"Whatever you say. You're the conducter, after all."
"That's right. I like you. What's yer name, sonny?"
"Harry."
"Just Harry? Don't you have a last name, Harry?"
"Harry Potter."
"Oh, yes, I've heard of you. Lily and James' boy, ain't you?"
"Yes. Did you know them?"
"I knew James. He was a fine boy. He once said he would like to conduct the train after I retired. O' course that wouldn't o' happened. Just talk, that's all. But, he was still nice."
And so they talked. They talked about this and that. And that and this. They talked until the first student came in with her family. The conductor, who Harry had discovered had the name Earl Haskins, went to check the train. He was muttering something about families wanting the train to be safe. Harry didn't recognize the student, but she sure recognized him, as she gasped and pointed him out to her parents when they arrived.
"Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god. Mum, Da, it's Harry Potter!" the little girl shrieked.
"Pinrose, it's not nice to stare. Look away." Pinrose's mother told her.
"Sorry, Mum. I'll be back in a minute, I have to do something."
Her parents were so oblivious that they didn't notice their own child walk away from them. Nor did they notice how she walked over to Harry Potter. Nor did they notice how she started talking to Harry Potter.
"Hello. I'm Pinrose Flake. I know who you are, of course."
"Who am I?" Harry asked.
"You're the great Harry Potter! Your name is legend! You saved the wizarding world, and probably the Muggle world too!"
"You did all that?" Earl asked Harry.
"When I was a baby. I don't even remember it. I thought you knew who I was?"
"I knew you were Lily and James' son. I didn't know you saved the world. Is that how they died, then? Whatever you saved the world from?"
"Yes. His name was Voldemort."
"His name I've heard of, too. He killed a brother of mine. But, I'm not supposed to chatting. I'm supposed to be checking the train."
Earl walked off again and left Harry with Pinrose Flake. She excitedly talked to him some more, before he managed to sneak away. Luckily, more and more students were piling in, so she was quickly occupied again. Harry leaned against the wall when he reached a corner of the station. He had his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, and he would wait for them before talking to anybody else. Perhaps if one of his fellow Gryffindor came, he could talk to them, but he didn't like interacting with a student he didn't know. It always involved that person goggling at him. Harry waited patiently for Ron and Hermione to arrive. By the time they did, it was thirty minutes until eleven, but Hermione was by herself.
"Harry! I'm so glad you're here!" Hermione ran and hugged him tightly.
Harry blushed as she did so. Only very recently had he started blushing when she hugged him. He had never had a problem with it throughout his first three years. Only until she stuck by him during the Triwizard Tournament when nobody else would, even Ron, did he start to develop feelings for her. He dared not to take a step past friendship in their relationship, however, out of fear that she would be hesitant to be his friend any longer. And so, as he blushed while she hugged him, he couldn't help but notice how her breasts had grown over the summer. They seemed rather larger than during fourth year.
"Yeah, I'm glad to see you too, Hermione." Harry said truthfully. "Where's Ron?"
"Didn't you hear? He came down with a bad case of some ancient wizarding disease. The doctors are still trying to figure it out."
"How did that happen?"
"When the Weasleys went to Egypt. Apparently the disease takes a rather long time to develop. Two years in fact. Anyways, the doctors said he'd have to miss school until they could figure out what he had and cure it. They don't want to risk any other students getting it. I heard he might even miss the entire year."
"Really?"
"I know, it's just awful, isn't it! He's going to miss his O.W.L. exams!"
"Hermione, I think you're the only one who would miss those."
"Harry! They're very important. Without them, we wouldn't be able to get a career. This is when we decide what we want to do with our futures."
"God Hermione, you make it sound so much better." Harry said sarcastically.
She smiled at him and hugged him again. Harry took his chances and hugged her a little longer this time. He was rather enjoying her new curves. In truth, although he was ashamed to admit it to even himself, having Ron miss the entire year was a stroke of luck for him. Ron was the other part of the reason Harry hadn't made a move on Hermione the previous year. Harry knew Ron had feelings for her. But with him stuck in the hospital, how could Ron get angry if they happened to extend their relationship past friends? Harry shook the thoughts out of his mind. That would never happen. Hermione didn't think of Harry in that way. She probably never would.
"Er, I hope I'm not interruptin' anytang." Earl said.
"Not at all, Earl." Harry blushed. "Oh, this is Hermione Granger. She's the brightest witch in fifth year."
"Harry." Hermione blushed. "Nice to meet you, Earl."
"And nice ter meet you, Miss Granger." Earl took Hermione's hand and kissed it, causing Harry to fidget uncomfortably. "Mr. Potter, could I have a private word with you? Excuse us Miss Granger."
Earl led Harry away from the crowds and into the train. He seated Harry and sat down across from him. Then he pulled out a bag of peanuts from his pocket and started eating them. Harry waited for him to talk, but he wasn't saying anything. He just kept eating the peanuts. Harry cleared his throat.
"Well?" Earl asked.
"Well what?"
"Well when are you goin' ter make your move?"
"Make my move? Make my move on what?"
"Not on what, on who. And Miss Granger ter be exact."
"Hermione? We're just friends, that's all."
"Come on, boy. Anybody who idn't blind can tell you love her."
"Love her? No, you're mistaken."
"Mistaken my foot. I been around a long while, boy. I know how ter tell when somebody loves somebody else. And I am telling it right now. But, you better make your move. Many a boys will be wantin' Miss Granger as a girlfriend. I can promise you that much."
"I-I."
"Stop mutterin'. Get out there and make yer move. Go!"
Harry stood up and walked to the train door. He turned around and stared dumbly at Earl. He didn't know if he should take this old man's advice seriously or not. He did want her as his girlfriend, but he didn't want to risk losing her as a friend. He just couldn't do it. He turned back around and walked out of the train. He found Hermione and they chatted for a bit before boarding. They were now off to Hogwarts.
Hours later, they finally arrived. Hermione had spent half the time telling him about her theories on Ron's ancient disease, and the other half doing her Prefect duties. Ron was also supposed to be a Prefect, but, due to his illness, Dumbledore, the Headmaster Of Hogwarts, would have to choose someone else. Harry almost felt pity for the poor fifth year Gryffindor who was chosen. While Ron was irresponsible, he was more properly equipped for Prefect duties than their dorm-mates.
And so, near the end of the trip, Harry took the chance of just getting dressed in his compartment. He was alone, after all, and Hermione was busy Prefecting. He pulled the blinds down and unzipped his pants. He had to do this quickly so nobody saw. His jeans dropped to the ground once he removed his belt, but, just as he took his shirt off, Hermione came into the room and sat down.
"I can't believe it, Harry. I—Oh my god! I'm so sorry, Harry!" Hermione blushed deeply, but didn't look away.
"It's okay, Hermione. It's just—I was alone, so I thought maybe—I really should've known better."
"No, Harry. Don't blame yourself. It's my fault. I should have knocked, really I should have. It's completely my fault. If I didn't just barge in, I wouldn't have seen you in your, er, your boxers." Hermione blushed again, and Harry noticed she looked down at his boxers this time.
"I-I-I just need to get my robes on." Harry could feel his penis starting to grow uncontrollably. He begged it to stop.
"Of course." Hermione blushed once more, obviously seeing his growing boxers.
Harry threw his school uniform on quickly and sat down opposite Hermione. They didn't look at each other for a few minutes. But, suddenly, Hermione stood up and unzipped her pants. She pulled them down and then took her shirt off. Harry had never realized just how big her breasts were. On a scale of one to ten, in terms of largeness, and with a ten being the size of a quaffle, Harry easily determined her breasts to be an eight. Or, perhaps, the black push-up bra she was wearing was the only factor in her largeness. Any matter, Harry was wondering why she was doing this.
"Excuse me, Harry. But I needed to change as well. Although," Hermione looked at his boxers and giggled. "You don't seem to mind me."
Harry blushed deeper than Hermione had. Had she really just called him out for getting an erection while looking at her breasts? And did she giggle as well? Hermione had never been the giggling type before, at least, she had never before giggled as she just did. And, had she taken half of her clothes off in front of Harry? Perhaps she was interested in him after all. Or, perhaps, she just indeed wanted to change into her school robes and, having seen Harry do it, she felt no shame in doing so herself.
"Er, I've never minded you, Hermione."
"Thank you, Harry. I've never minded you either," Hermione giggled again. "Especially just a minute ago."
Harry knew he wasn't imagining things again. Hermione was flirting with him. He was sure of it. Perhaps, with Ron gone, she also felt this was the time to make her move. And, maybe, Earl had been right about it being obvious he loved her. Perhaps Hermione noticed it herself, and was overjoyed with the chance to make her move. Harry got a little happier at this thought and decided he should flirt back.
"You know, I can help you get your robe on. Of course, if you don't want me to, I don't have to. I only thought—."
"Of course. I do have a little trouble with them sometimes. It's, well, females have more curves than a male, and, well, since we wear the same robes, it's hard for us females to get our curves to lay down. You would be a great help if you just held them in place."
Both Harry and Hermione were blushing deeply. She had just practically asked him to grab her breasts. She had done so in a disguised way, but Harry was sure she had made that all up. Nonetheless, he walked over to her and put each of his hands on each of her beasts. He didn't dare play with them, especially since he'd technically have to remove her bra, but he felt his erection growing again as he held them. She dressed herself, but didn't tell Harry to stop. It was a rather awkward situation. He wanted to do more than hold them, but what if she didn't want him to do more. What if he had been imagining the whole thing about her flirting with him. No, he couldn't have been imagining it. She had literally asked him to hold her breasts.
"I hope I helped." Harry blushed and took his hands away.
"You did, Harry. Now, we'll be arriving soon, so I have to leave. I am a Prefect, after all."
Hermione left the compartment and walked out of Harry's sight. Harry sat down and wondered what had just happened between them. Harry had never really held her hand that often, and, suddenly, he was touching her breasts. Albeit, her covered breasts. But still, she didn't even object to him holding his hands there. He was sure she liked him. It was quite possible that she was just worried she would lose him as a friend, just as he is worried about the same thing. Harry thought about it all the way to the Hogwarts. All the way to the Great Hall. And all the way to the Gryffindor table. Only did he stop thinking about it when Hermione sat next to him.
"Hello, Harry. Sorry I had to leave so often in the train. My Prefect duties are mandatory."
"I understand, Hermione. Hey, by the way, do you know who they chose to be a Prefect with you?"
"No, but I suspect Dumbledore will announce it to the school when he makes his annual announcements."
"Here he is, let's listen." Harry said as Dumbledore stood up and walked to the front.
"Welcome, students and staff alike! Another year at Hogwarts is about to begin! As always, I have a few announcements to make before the feast starts. Firstly, Ronald Weasley will not be present at Hogwarts this year. He has been diagnosed with an ancient disease the healers are still trying to solve. Secondly, and, frankly, lastly, I would like to speak with Mr. Harry Potter and Miss Hermione Granger after the feast, in my office. Thank you, and enjoy." Dumbledore sat down and the food appeared on everybody's plates.
"Did you hear that, Harry? Dumbledore wants to meet with us. I wonder why?" Hermione said.
"Yeah, I heard. I guess we better eat quick. We should go as soon as he leaves. I, also, would like to talk with you after our meeting with Dumbledore."
"Of course, Harry. Although, I think I know what you're thinking of. And I agree, we do need to discuss it."
Harry wondered if they were on the same page or not. He finally they decided they were, as that was the only thing they could both be wanting to talk about to one another. Anyways, Harry at quickly and waited for Dumbledore to leave. Unfortunately, he didn't leave until the feast was over. When he did stand up, however, Harry bolted after him and beckoned Hermione to follow. Harry caught up with Dumbledore and walked with him to his office. They didn't say anything, they just walked. As they reached Dumbledore's office, Hermione came running by.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I tried to follow you, but Lavender Brown stopped me and inquired me about, er, something." Hermione panted.
"Good evening, Miss Granger. After you," Dumbledore said the password and waited for Hermione to climb the stairs first.
She did so, followed by Dumbledore, and then Harry. Harry had been in Dumbledore's office before. It was much more interesting that the other Professors'. When he finished climbing the stairs, Hermione and Dumbledore had already managed to make it across the room to his office, and, as he discovered when he entered himself, they had already sat down. Hermione looked relieved when Harry came in. She knew Dumbledore was kind, but she was also very intimidated by him. Harry sat down next to her.
"Hello, Harry. Kind of you to join us." Dumbledore rarely joked.
"Sorry, Professor. I—Well, I'm sorry."
"No apology needed, Harry. Now, let's get to business, as I'm sure you both wish to make it to the Gryffindor Common Room and reacquaint yourselves with your friends. Firstly, I am sure you are both aware that Mr. Weasley is incapacitated and will not be at Hogwarts this year?"
"Yes." They said in unison.
"Mr. Weasley was also supposed to be the fifth year Gryffindor Prefect. Without him, that causes me to select another. Harry, the job is yours, if you want it."
"I have a choice?"
"Not normally, but, after what you went through in the beginning of the summer, I don't want to overpressure you. Admittedly, the only reason Mr. Weasley was chosen in the first place, was because I wanted you to relax. Anyways, the choice is yours, yes."
"Well, I'll do it, sir. I'm not ashamed to say I was initially surprised when Ron was chosen. I didn't exactly expect me to be Prefect, but, I just didn't think Ron would be."
"Now, secondly, over the summer the Heads of Houses decided to bring back the Prefect quarters. Fifth year Prefects have their own. Sixth year have their own. And so on. They are separate and do not connect, however. That is, sixth year quarters are located in a different part of the castle than the fifth year quarters. They aren't too far apart though. However, only the fifth year prefects, which is you two, will know where the quarters are. Aside from Professor McGonagall, and myself, of course. We are also the only ones able to enter those quarters. I'm afraid nobody else will have access. Of course, you can still use the Gryffindor dormitories. The Prefect quarters are optional. And, you can use them at any time. You don't have to choose a permanent sleeping place. Use both, by all means."
"That's a lot of information. So, since we're Prefects, we get our own private quarters, but we can still use the dormitories whenever we want?" Harry asked confusedly.
"Precisely." Dumbledore nodded.
"What about our belongings? Where will they reside?" Hermione asked.
"Any of your belongings will be transferred to the quarters for safety purposes. Now, I believe that's all. Oh wait, of course. This parchment has directions to the fifth year Gryffindor Prefect quarters. I advise burning it so nobody knows where it is. Good night."
Dumbledore stood up and led them through the door, and out of his office. They looked at each other, and followed the instructions on the parchment. When they reached the quarters, which was located behind painting that required a password ("Pygmalion"), they entered and were instantly amazed. It was like having the Common Room to themselves. There was a fire place, a couch, two chairs, two tables, two desks, two desk-chairs, and two doors.
They both went towards the same door and opened it. This was a bedroom. Filled with a bed, a desk, a lamp on the desk, a little chair for the desk, another little chair for a piece of vanity, and a mirror above the vanity. Hermione's belongings were on her bed. They went to the other room and opened the door. This was nearly identical, except there was no vanity or mirror, but a broomstand, holding his Firebolt. They turned and smiled at one another. This would be very enjoyable, living alone. They sat down on the couch in what they called the "Prefect Common Room".
"So, Harry. About what we wanted to talk about. I'm very sorry. My behavior was inappropriate, and I fully understand you not wanting to be my friend."
"No, Hermione. It-It was fine. Let's just not do it again."
"I agree."
"Well, what do you want to do?"
"I suppose we can do anything. Besides when our Prefect duties interfere. That reminds me! Congratulations! I'm so happy you're the Prefect!" Hermione hugged him tight and he couldn't help but once again notice her breasts.
"Thanks, Hermione. I hope it'll be easy."
"Well, it's not hard, if that's what you mean. But, we have to do it well. Truthfully, Ronald would have been a nightmare as a Prefect."
"Yeah. I'm surprised Dumbledore even made him the Prefect. He's just so—."
"Irresponsible? Incompetent?"
"Exactly those. I expect this year will be different without him?"
"Perhaps. But, perhaps with him absent, we might achieve more."
"Like what?"
"Like—Oh, Harry, I can't go on pretending! I love you!"
Hermione jumped on him and kissed him deeply for a minute. Harry didn't let her stop at that. He'd been dreaming of this for a while now. And he intended to make his first kiss a great one. He kissed her again, longer, deeper, more passionate than before. She climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. They continued kissing, but only stopped when Hermione giggled at the feeling of his erection.
"Harry, you've been naughty. You know what happens to naughty students?"
"You can do anything you want."
"Naughty students are punished."
Hermione slid off his lap and onto the ground. She undid his pants. She slid them, along with his boxers, onto the ground. She placed her hand around his semi-firm, five inch dick. Harry had never felt such pleasure. Yes, he had masturbated, but it didn't compare to the feeling of the warm hand of his best friend. He moaned in ecstasy when she put it in her moth and sucked on it. It quickly grew to seven inches. She continued sucking and stroking. Only stopping to spit a mouthful of saliva on him. Ten minutes from when she started, he came into her mouth. She smiled and swallowed, nearly chocking on his semen. Harry sat, there, his erection slowly dying down, breathing heavily, with Hermione's face inches away from his member. How had this happened so suddenly.
"Hermione?"
"Mm?"
"What just happened?"
"I believe you had hidden feelings for me, as I did for you. I just couldn't keep them in any longer, and you appeared happy I couldn't. In short, we kissed for about six minutes, and then I gave you a blowjob for about ten."
"I guess it was a mistake for McGonagall and Dumbledore to put us in here. We both know we love one another. There's nothing holding us back."
"Now, Harry, can I be sure you won't sneak in on me while I'm sleeping?"
"No. But can I be sure you won't do the same to me?"
"That's a damn fair point."
"Miss. Granger? That's rather naughty language to be using. You are just a student after all, and, like you said, students must be punished."
Harry grabbed her hands and yanked her up onto his lap. He took her skirt off and moved her panties to the side. He could feel the warmth of her pussy trying to grab at his once-again erect dick. He didn't make it try for long, he obliged it and pierced her. He knew there would be blood, and he could feel it, but he ignored it and started thrusting. She was groaning. Whether it was from pain or pleasure, he couldn't tell, but he was sure he was moaning from pleasure. He thrusted in and out of her for a few seconds, before he couldn't contain himself, he tried to hurriedly pull out of her, but she was on his lap, and so he couldn't. He came inside of her.
"Harry! You-You came inside of me!" Hermione started panicking. "I'll get pregnant! And you'll be the father. We'll both be thrown out of Hogwarts. We'll be on our own at the age of fifteen."
"Well, technically, by the time the baby arrived, you'll be sixteen."
"Harry! This is not a joking matter!"
"Hermione, relax. Take a pregnancy test everyday for a week or so. By then, we should know for sure. And, we should both research a potion, or spell or something, that can either prevent this in the future, or stop it from happening in the present."
"Harry James Potter, if we make it out of this without a child, I never want to speak to you again!"
"But, Hermione, just wait a minute—."
"And for your information, Ron's dick is so much better than yours! While you were so busy with the Triwizard Tournament, Ron and I were having quality time."
"Ron wasn't even our friend during that time! Only after the First Task!"
"That's when we did it. Never sex, but I gave him nearly one hundred blowjobs, and, let's just say, he's very well acquainted with my breasts and vagina!"
Hermione stormed off to her room and locked the door. Harry stared dumbly at her door. How could they go from not admitting their feelings, to kissing, to sex, to fighting, in such a short period of time. Harry didn't understand if she was just worried about the possibility of a baby, but he personally thought she was overreacting. Chances were, there wouldn't be a baby. But then again, he didn't know much about making babies, so perhaps Hermione had plenty reason to be worried. He went into his room and closed the door. He undressed himself and entered his bed. He really hoped Hermione wasn't serious about never talking to him again.
When he awoke, he went into the Prefect Common Room and saw Hermione sitting there. She didn't say anything to him, or even look at him, but instead pretended to not notice he was there. Harry could see that she was reading a book on pregnancy. She was halfway through it already. Harry hoped she had started it during the night.
"Hermione?" Harry asked softly.
"Mm?" Hermione responded curtly.
"Look, I'm sorry about last night—."
"So am I, Harry. I thought it over all night, and I think I figured it out."
"Great! So, you're not pregnant?"
"No. No, I am not. But, that's not all I thought about. I was thinking about us, and our relationship. I think we should still be best friends. Nothing more, nothing less. I don't think either of us love one another, I merely think our hormones took the best of us. You see, I always knew you were attractive, but I didn't start thinking about you romantically until the Triwizard Tournament, when I was the only one who believed you. We were all alone, and, well, you suddenly became very attractive."
"The same goes for me. You were always very pretty, but, during that time, I suddenly thought you were beautiful."
"Thank you, Harry. But, I think we've been lying to ourselves. I think our hormones saw attractive people in front of us, and we wanted to act on that feeling. That's why we had sex last night. For nearly a year we've been wanting it with one another. But, I don't think we really love each other. So, do you agree to forget those whole thing and just be friends?"
"Absolutely. I-I couldn't bare losing you as a friend. That would leave me with Ron."
"Honestly, Harry. Don't make me pity you more I already do." Harry snorted.
"Wait, you pity me?"
"I suppose I pity the Boy-Who-Lived."
"Aren't we the same person?"
"No. The Boy-Who-Lived saved the world when he was a baby. His name went down in history and he's a legend. Harry Potter, on the other hand, saved the world three times, helped prove a man to be innocent, and is exceptionally good at Quidditch. Not to mention, he's funny, kind, smart, and very handsome."
Hermione stood up and left the Prefect Common Room. She was no doubt going to breakfast, but Harry wasn't hungry. She had just said he was very handsome. Was that her way of saying she still felt something for him? Because, despite what she was saying, he knew he still loved her. But he did agree that what they were doing in the train, and what they did last night, was only because of hormones. But he still loved her very much. And now he had to think of a way to prove it to her. He had to prove to Hermione Granger that he, Harry Potter, did truly, and genuinely, love her. It might not be easy.
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Author's Note: If you reach this note, then thanks for reading my story! I'd like to clear some things up. I couldn't think of a place for Ron, and that's why the ancient disease came into the story. I'd don't plan on elaborating on this very much, so don't expect it to be a major plot-point. And, yes, Harry does truly love Hermione. And, she does still find him atrractive, but the pregnancy thing was such a huge shock, it scared her into believing she was merely acting out of her hormones. She is secretly hoping Harry still loves her. Also, as of the time of the writing of this note, the plot of this story will merely be them falling in love (Maybe slowly, so bare with me!), so don't expect action or very much excitement. Thank you once again for reading my story!