This story makes two assumptions at the end of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets; both of which alter the lives of the characters.
First, being petrified by the Basilisk scares Hermione. She decides if she might be killed at any time, she doesn't want to wait for Ron to say he fancies her; she tells him how she feels; and they become a couple much earlier than in the unaltered story.
Second, Ginny was taken into Chamber of Secrets to lure Harry into coming to save her. Ginny had written in the diary Harry's story of defeating Voldemort as a baby; and Tom Riddle wanted to find out how he did it. As Ginny lies almost dead, Tom Riddle looks into Harry's mind and learns it wasn't Harry, but his mother's protection that defeated Voldemort.
Harry has a connection to Voldemort in the later books because a piece of Voldemort's soul entered him as Voldemort's body was being destroyed. Suppose Tom Riddle saw that bit of Voldemort's soul in Harry's mind; and as Harry destroyed the diary, Tom Riddle realized he could save himself by hiding in Ginny's mind as the older Voldemort did in Harry's mind.
Then, wouldn't there also be a connection between Ginny and the Voldemort since she also had a piece of his soul inside her? And doesn't if follow that if Harry and Ginny both have a piece of Voldemort's soul inside them; there would also be a connection between Harry's mind and Ginny's mind?
This connection between brings them together while only twelve years old.
Prolog:
The night Ginny Weasley was rescued from The Chamber of Secrets by Harry Potter she was in the hospital wing recovering; and in the next bed was Hermione Granger. She had been unpetrified by the Mandrake potion and was waiting for Madam Pomfrey to release her.
When Hermione saw Ginny was awake she asked, "Ginny, why are you here? Were you petrified to?"
"No," Ginny said hesitantly "I was taken into the Chamber of Secrets by the heir of Slytherin and Harry rescued me. Dumbledore ordered me to stay here overnight to rest and recover."
Startled by this news, Hermione asked Ginny to bring her up to date on what had happened over the past few weeks. Ginny needed to get everything off her chest and told Hermione everything including that she was the person that opened the chamber and released the Basilisk.
Ginny ended her story by asking, "Hermione, do you fancy Harry? I know you've been helping him these past two years; but do you fancy him?"
"No," Hermione answered "I think of Harry like my brother; actually it's your brother that I fancy. The first time I met him on the train he had a smudge of dirt on his nose and I thought he was cute; but I really started to fancy him after he saved me from that troll our first year. I've been waiting for him to say he fancied me too; but I'm afraid he doesn't."
"The reason I asked;" Ginny said "is because I'm in the same situation with Harry. I've fancied Harry since I first saw him but haven't been able to tell him. Now I'm not sure what to do. Listen to what happened.
When Harry destroyed the diary and I woke from Riddle's spell, a feeling of rage overcame me; I wanted to attack Harry, to kill him. I'm not sure why. I realized that he had risked his life to come rescue me; but I was furious with him. Perhaps it was a left over feeling from Tom Riddle possessing me. After all he hated and wanted to kill Harry.
That feeling of hate lasted only a second and turned into an overwhelming feeling of love for Harry. Not like how I fancied him before; but a feeling that I would die if I couldn't be with him forever. Being possessed by Riddle has changed me. I feel different somehow, courageous and daring, and I've made up my mind to tell Harry about my feelings for him.
What happened might be called destiny and I think my destiny and Harry's has brought us together. I feel we need to be together and I'm going to try and convince Harry of that as soon as I can get him alone to talk."
"It's funny you should tell me this;" Hermione said "because I feel changed to. While I was petrified, my body was not functioning but my mind was still active. For weeks I heard nothing and saw nothing; I could do nothing but lay there and think.
I knew eventually the Mandrake potion would revive me and I began to think how lucky I was not to be dead. If Penelope hadn't been in the library to lend me her mirror I would have looked directly at the Basilisk and been killed.
It made me decide, if I may be killed any minute, I shouldn't just keep working for what I want someday in the future; I should go after what I want now. So I've decided to tell Ron I fancy him; I want him to be my boyfriend. Why should I wait for him to say something; I'm going to do the same thing with Ron you are going to do with Harry; convince Ron we belong together.
Though Ginny and Hermione knew each other all year the two girls never became good friends and had only talked casually before this; after this they became close friends confiding everything with each other.
With all that was happening during the last week of school neither girl was able to carry out their plan and finally both agreed they would each tell their intended boyfriend about their feelings on the train ride home.
Altered Lives
Chapter I – A Ride on the Hogwarts Express
Harry Potter and his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, were in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. The train was taking them home after an eventful second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Lord Voldemort, Harry's sworn enemy, had once again tried to kill him along with several other students including Ron's younger sister Ginny.
They had discussed the events of that year many times in the past week but the ride home found them once again going over what happened. They had locked the compartment door and pulled the shades to prevent other students from entering or overhearing their conversation.
While they talked Harry's mind was elsewhere. For the past week, since he saved Ginny, he had been having strange dreams. He had nightmares for years; but these dreams were different. His nightmares had been about events that happened to him; like facing Voldemort to save the Philosopher's Stone and the night he and Ron were almost eaten by the giant spider Aragog's family in the Forbidden Forest.
Now alternating with his nightmares he was having dreams of what happened to Ginny.
These new dreams were from Ginny's point of view. He dreamed of seeing the blood on her hands as she wrote messages about the heir of Slytherin on the walls; but in the dream they seemed to be his hands covered with blood. In one dream he was speaking in Parseltongue opening the Chamber of Secrets to release the Basilisk; but it was Ginny's voice he heard not his own. The dreams were vivid, so real to him they felt like he was actually there and was reliving memories these events.
But not only wasn't he there; Ginny never had time to tell him the details of what happened to her. Harry needed to talk to her, to hear her version of what happened. He needed to know if his imagination was filling in details for his version of what she did; or was this something more sinister. Could he somehow be seeing the actual events in his dreams; after two years at Hogwarts he knew enough to realize nothing was impossible when Voldemort was involved.
About an hour into the trip Harry stood up; he intended to find Ginny and learn the truth but wasn't ready to tell Ron and Hermione all of this yet so he said, "I need to stretch my legs; I'll be back soon."
As he opened the door Hermione also got up and said out loud, "I'll lock it so Ron and I can talk; knock three short raps when you get back so we know it's you." Then she quietly whispered to him, "Harry, I want to talk with Ron alone for a while; if you would stay away for an hour or so I would appreciate it."
He knew Hermione fancied Ron and could guess that she wanted to find out if he fancied her too. Harry looked at her, nodded quickly, and left.
Hermione sat next to Ron and said, "Ronald, you know saving Ginny and stopping Tom Riddle and Slytherin's monster from killing students makes you and Harry heroes again this year. Ever since you saved my life from that troll first year I realized how brave you are and I wanted to tell you I think you're amazing."
"Thanks Hermione," Ron said with a glow of pride on his face "but Harry did most of what you said; I just sort of helped him the same as you did. He's the real hero, not me."
"Harry had to do those things." she said. "He really hasn't had a choice since Voldemort killed his parents and tried to kill him when he was still a baby; it's his fate to face Voldemort. You didn't have to help him, but you did; that what makes you the hero."
Ron grinned and said, "Well then, you're a hero to; you did more to help Harry then I did and you didn't have to either."
Hermione smiled demurely, something Ron had never seen her do before; then she said, "That's us, two heroes; maybe that's our fate, to help Harry rid the world of Voldemort. It's sort of like we're meant to be together."
She reached over and took Ron's hand, something else she never did before, and said very quietly, "Ron, do you think we're meant to be together too?"
Being thirteen and having no experience with girls, it took Ron a few seconds to realize what Hermione meant. She fancied him. He had the same feelings for her for over a year now but didn't have the nerve to tell her.
He thought to himself, "I'm only Ron Weasley; a nobody; but I have to take this opportunity, "Yes," he said "I think we're meant to be together."
He squeezed her hand, but before he could act she leaned in and kissed him. As her lips touched his he recoiled back and said, "What if Harry comes back and sees us?"
"He won't," she said "I asked him to give us some time alone and I locked the door when he left. Besides, what if he does see us, I'm not ashamed to let anyone see us kissing; I'd be proud to be seen kissing you."
She leaned in again and this time he kissed her; he knew he'd be proud to be seen with her too. As they continued kissing Ron put his arm around Hermione and pulled her tightly against him.
Before he left for his first year at Hogwarts, Ron's father had given him a sex talk. He explaining how sex worked, and how Ron would be living in one of the school houses with many girls around all the time; so it would be tempting to start fancying a pretty girl. But, being that he was only eleven years old, and involved with Harry's adventures each year, Ron never became close to any girl other than Hermione. But now he was thirteen and, as he was kissing her, Ron was not thinking of his father's talk; but more about the stories his older twin brothers had told him about kissing a girl and more.
Hermione's mother had also given her a sex talk, not only before she left for her first year at Hogwarts, but again before she left last summer for her second year. Hermione's birthday was in September, she would be fourteen in a few months so she was one of the oldest girls in her year, and Mrs. Granger knew Hermione was also very mature for her age so she might become attracted to a boy and boys would be attracted to her.
As they kissed, Ron started doing what the twin had told him to do while kissing a girl; he ran his hand under the Muggle tee she was wearing for the trip home. When she felt his hand on her skin Hermione was happy.
Over the summer between her first and second years she had told her mother that she fancied Ron; that he had saved her life on Halloween. Right after that was when her mother gave her a Muggle book about sex to go with a second sex talk. Her mother explained about how to avoid getting pregnant; but stressed that it was better to wait to have sex until she was older.
She then offered to get birth control pills for Hermione; "To be safe." her mother said.
"I don't need them." Hermione answered. "Professor McGonagall teaches all first year girls the Contraceptive Charm. The school doesn't want girls getting pregnant any more than their parents do."
A few days later, after reading the book, her curiosity made her want to experience the things described in the book; but the only thing she could do while at home was masturbate. It felt good; but not as good as the feeling the older girls at school described when you have sex. Since then, she had masturbated many nights while thinking of what she wanted to do with Ron if he ever showed he fancied her.
Now that he was kissing her; she decided she didn't want to wait any longer. She was ready for whatever he wanted to do. She pushed her tongue onto his lips to let him know she was willing to go farther than just a kiss.
In response Ron parted his lips allowing her tongue to slide into his mouth where it wrestled with his tongue for dominance. He was waiting for Hermione to stop but instead she ran her hands up under his tee and around on his chest.
Encouraged by her action, Ron slid his hand around and up to Hermione's small but firm left breast. It was covered by her bra which was too tight for him to get his fingers under it. He tried to push it up out of the way; but it didn't want to move so he rubbed his hand over the bra. The twins talked in their stories about unsnapping girl's bras so Ron began to feel for how the bra was held closed. He felt the center between her breasts but couldn't find any buttons or a zipper.
Finally Hermione realized what he was trying to do and stopped kissing long enough to say, "The clasps are in the back."
Ron slid his hand around her back and found a rough area he assumed was the clasps she mentioned but without being able to see them he couldn't figure out how to undo them. At last Hermione smiled at him and said, "Let me." Then she reached around her back and in one quick motion undid the clasps.
Ron grinned sheepishly and said, "I never did this before, sorry I didn't know how."
"Don't be sorry," she said "I'm glad you didn't know how; it means you never did it with another girl. This is my first time to; I'd never let any other boy but you kiss me and touch me like this." She took his hand in hers and moved it up onto her now unrestrained breast.
"Ron," she continued "we've known each other closely for nearly two years; why didn't you every kiss me before?"
I've wanted to;" he said "for a long time. At first I thought you might fancy Harry; and he's my best friend. I wouldn't get between him and a girl if they fancied each other. I finally came out and told him I fancied you and asked him if he fancied you to. He told me he thought of you like a sister and me like his brother. He said I should let you know I fancied you; but I didn't have the nerve to do it. I was afraid if I told you how I felt, and you didn't fancy me back, it might ruin the friendship we have."
"I wish you would have said something during the year." she said. "We could have been doing this for months."
As they continued to kiss and Ron continued to rub her breast and he felt her nipples stiffen which excited him so that his dick also began to stiffen. They gradually leaned back on the seat until they were lying next to each other. By now, both their tees had been pushed up near their necks and Ron finally slid his over his head and dropped it on the floor. Hermione looked at him and quickly followed suit with her tee and bra.
Ron could now clearly see her breasts and remembering Fred and George's stories he moved his lips down; kissing his way down her neck until he reached her right nipple. He kissed it, then licked it, and finally took it into his mouth and sucked gently as the twins had described.
Hermione moaned and Ron stopped. "I'm sorry," he said "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"No," she said "it didn't hurt; it was wonderful." Then she put her hand behind his neck and moved his lips back onto her nipple.
Ron was almost falling off the seat as he continued to move his lips from one nipple to another and back; so he rolled them into a position where she was on her back and he was on top of her. Now he could suck on one nipple and rub the other with one hand.
Hermione continued to moan as he stimulated her and she could feel his now totally stiff dick against her leg as he lay on her. She was enjoying his action greatly and wanted to do something to please him too so she slid her one hand down his back under his pants and briefs. When she had her hand on his ass cheek she squeezed it and tried to rub up and down but his pants were so tight she found it difficult to move her hand more than an inch or so.
Liking what she was doing, Ron raised himself up slightly and with his free hand unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down so she would be able to move her hand more easily. To his surprise, before he could lay back down and start sucking her nipples again, Hermione slid her hand around his side and under him so it was wrapped around his stiff dick. Now he moaned.
He arched his back so he was on his knees and had one hand supporting him. His lips met her breasts and he began to suck on them again; but his waist was raised so she would be able to move her hand. He had masturbated many times, often thinking of Hermione as he did it, but now it was her hand on him and he hoped she would keep rubbing. He moved up so she would have an easier time reaching his now rock hard dick.
In a few moments Hermione stopped rubbing and Ron became momentarily disappointed until he realized she was pushing his loose pants and briefs down to his knees. She wanted to continue, not stop. He wiggled his legs to move his pants lower and finally off completely so he could spread his legs and give her access not only to his dick, but hopefully she would also fondle his balls.
While he was raised up doing that, Hermione unsnapped her pants and pushed them off along with her knickers. She reached for her wand which was lying next to their clothes and waved it over her abdomen while chanting the Contraceptive charm to seal her cervix preventing sperm from reaching her eggs. Later, in the loo, she would have to remember to reverse it to force his sperm out of her before it could reopen her cervix to permit her monthly flow from her next period.
When Ron lay back down on top of her they were bare skin to bare skin. Now Ron did the same thing Hermione had done; he slid his hand down her flat stomach until her felt her triangle of pubic hair. Though he had never done this before; Fred and George described in great detail what he should expect to find and what he should do to please a girl.
Still sliding his hand down, he felt her raised mound and then the beginning of her slit. As he went lower he felt slippery moisture between the fleshy lips of her opening. He moistened his fingers and used them to ease her open so his fingers gained access to her clitoris and inner lips.
As he rubbed her clitoris she began to moan more steadily and loudly. Her hips began to move in rhythm with his finger until suddenly her whole body jerked and he felt a gush of slippery fluid on his hand.
Her orgasm was better than any she had ever given herself and she said, "Oh Ron, make love to me. All year, when ever I touched myself in my bed at night, I was thinking of feeling you inside of me; please make love to me now."
Ron had also dreamt of being this way with Hermione as he would masturbate at night in his bed. In case he ever got the chance, he had planned out what he would do based on Fred and George's description from their stories.
He wet his dick with some of the fluid that had come from her opening and then positioned the head of his dick at her inner lips. Hermione lifted her legs to give him a better angle to her cunny and took his dick into her hand to help guide it into her.
He slowly lowered himself pushing only the head into her and he said, "The twins said sometimes it's painful for the girl her first time, so I'll take my time so I don't hurt you too much."
"Nonsense," Hermione said "by the time a girl is in her teens her hymen has thinned to almost nothing, if it's not totally gone; even if she hasn't been masturbating and already broken what little was left.
If the girl has pain it's usually because the girl isn't wet enough and the boy is in such a hurry he doesn't wait until the girl is ready to be penetrated. Sometimes it's because either the boy, or the girl, or both don't know the proper way to line up his dick with her cunny. But most of the time it's because the girl is nervous and the muscles of her cunny are tightened so much the boy ends up forcing himself into her.
You and I are both well lubricated, I will make sure we're in the proper position, and I'm not nervous. But you'll make me nervous if we don't get on with it."
He stopped and pulled back looking at her quizzically before asking, "How do you know so much about having sex the first time?"
"My mother bought me a muggle book that explained everything;" she said "and then she answered all my questions after I read it. She knows I'm almost fourteen now and I did tell her I fancied you for some time. I think she knew I was planning on having sex with you this year.
Now are we going to do it or not?"
Ron rewet his dick and again positioned its head at her opening. She still had her legs lifted and she again grasped his dick to guide him. As confident as she was that she wouldn't have any pain she still winced at the anticipation of what they were about to do as he pushed the head in. He pushed more and penetrated a little deeper. She wasn't in pain and his shaft was now part way in.
He could feel the walls of her cunny; she was so tight he wasn't sure he could go further without it hurting her until she spoke. "It's okay," she said "I'm alright; keep pushing."
He looked at her and she just nodded so he pushed again and he was now all the way in, he felt his pubic hair against hers.
Hermione smiled at him and said, "I'm fine; let's make love now."
Ron pulled back, almost all the way out, and then pushed in again. She was still very tight around him but he slid in more easily. Slowly he moved in and out and Hermione's face began to take on a look of great pleasure. She began to moan again with a sound of contentment; almost like a cat purring.
Now her hips began to rock in rhythm with him. He picked up speed as he felt his climax building and Hermione kept pace so their hips were slamming together. Then Ron felt the throbbing and his muscles contracted as he rammed his dick into her as deeply as he could while over and over he shot his sperm into Hermione's throbbing cunny. Her cunny contracted around him as if trying to squeeze the last drop of his sperm into her.
As they pounded together she could feel another orgasm building like when Ron had fingered her a few minutes ago and the feeling of his hot sperm on her inner walls triggered it. She jerked her hips as she called out loud, "Oh god, oh god, Ron don't stop."
He continued to penetrate her until, when her orgasm faded; she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him tightly against her. They lay like that for several minutes kissing as they caught their breath.
She couldn't believe how good her orgasm made her feel; a thousand times better than masturbating. She wanted to do it again and again. She knew she wanted sex with Ron every chance they got; she was in love.
Finally, Hermione told him, "That was wonderful, I never thought I could feel so good. I want do it again; but first I would like to ask you something if you don't mind."
"I'd rather have sex again;" he said "but sure if you want to talk okay. So are you worried about how Harry is going to handle this run in with Tom Riddle?"
"I don't want to talk about Harry;" Hermione said "I want to talk about us, about how we feel about each other."
Ron looked oddly at her and said, "We fancy each other, right?"
"Yes," she said "but why do you fancy me? I fancy you because you're brave like I said earlier. But you're also cute; I told Ginny I thought you were cute from the first moment I saw you on the train sitting with Harry. When I told you that you had dirt on your nose you looked so annoyed at me."
"You told Ginny you fancy me?" Ron asked. "When did that happen?"
"In the hospital wing last week after I revived from being petrified;" Hermione said "she asked me if I fancied Harry and I told her no; I fancied you. We had a long talk about what happened and then she said she was going to tell Harry she fancied him; and I said I was going to tell you."
"Tell me Ginny fancied Harry?" Ron said. "I knew that for more than two years; but she's too shy to tell him."
"No," Hermione said as she took a deep breath "I told her I was going to tell you that I fancied you. And Ginny's not to shy any more. Being possessed gave her courage; at least that's what she said; courage to tell Harry her feelings.
I sort of understand, because being petrified gave me the courage to tell you how I feel; and to do what we just did. Now you tell me why you fancy me."
"Ron hesitated before saying, "Gee Hermione you're the prettiest girl in Hogwarts; and the smartest. And you're brave too like I said before. What boy wouldn't fancy you?"
"Oh Ron, you're so sweet." she said and pulled him into another kiss. They continued kissing and hugging, until Ron became hard and penetrated her again. After another terrific orgasm, Hermione snuggled against Ron until finally she said, "Harry will be coming back soon; and we have to get our clothes on."
"Right," Ron said, "we better straighten ourselves up before he gets here. I don't mind him seeing us kiss but I think seeing us like this might traumatize him since he's still a virgin."
As they cleaned up and dressed Ron said, "Maybe you can come to the Burrow over the summer for a visit and we can be together like this all the time."
"That would be wonderful;" Hermione said "or maybe you could visit me at my house. I've told my parents all about you and they would love to meet you."
Just then there were three rapid knocks on the door.