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Embarrassment and Contraceptives:
Chapter 2: The First Task
Date: Night before the first task
Place: The Library, Hogwarts
Subject: Hermione Granger
Age: 15
Hermione was sitting in the library waiting for Harry to get back from his meeting with Moody. She was nervous and if she had to admit it, somewhat horny with all the nerves running through her body. Damn her mother for putting images into her head!
To make matters worse, the object of her crush was being a colossal prat to their best friend and Hermione was forced to make a choice. It was almost no choice really to stick with Harry when Ron ran off to be sulky and jealous. Unfortunately that put Ron out of the running as a candidate for her now nightly fantasies.
Working closely with Harry to learn as many spells as he could, spending every waking moment with him; meant that at night she ended up dreaming about him. She tried the first line of defense suggested by her mother a week after it started, she closed and silenced the curtains on her four-poster and tried to imagine it was Ron giving her pleasure but within seconds the blue eyes turned to green and the hair from Red to Black. Unfortunately for her she was too far gone by that point to care and had reached her first orgasm ever to the image of her best friend pleasuring her.
Needless to say she could barely speak to him the next day without prattling on about some thing or another she had read. No personal conversation had been allowed, only facts. Facts were easy to hide behind, she learned that lesson early in her childhood when none of the other children could hold an intelligent conversation and therefore took to teasing her for being a bookworm or a know-it-all.
That had all changed when Harry jumped on that Troll's back to distract it from crushing her. Ron had been the one to deal the final blow but Harry was stupidly brave and apparently she was nursing a small crush on him now as well.
Damn her mother again for doing this to her!
She would have been quite content to be a sexless bookish know-it-all until after leaving school. She had read up on methods and theory about hormones and other such things that cause the 'urges' her mother told her about. But until that conversation she had been content to file it all away clinically in her mind for future reference. Now she was frigging herself nightly just to maintain her sanity during the day.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Harry sat heavily down in the chair across the table from her.
"Harry! So how did it go? Do you think it will work?"
He nodded but sighed, "I finally got it, that man is a taskmaster though, I swear he's even worse than you!"
"Hey!"
"Kidding Mione, sheesh." He smiled at her and she melted a bit. Damn his smile. "He's had me summoning heavier and heavier stuff over longer and longer distances. I tried to ask him what the big deal was if all I was summoning was my broom..."
"But the summoning charm can be useful for so much else! Of course he wanted to make certain you were especially good at it if this is expected to save your life! I mean Dragons Harry!"
"Yeah I suppose, so finally he took me halfway to Hogsmeade and had me summoning a boulder. That thing had to weight a ton at least! That's not the worst part though; He then took to shrinking it down and lightening it before hiding it from me in the woods. He expected me to summon a 2,000 lb boulder hidden somewhere I had never seen it before!"
She couldn't help but be in awe of him, summoning a ton at age 14 was nothing to sniff at! "Harry that's amazing! So?"
He shrugged before groaning, "I was able to do it, but apparently my magic didn't like it and it's taking it out on my muscles as if I had lifted that rock the Muggle way."
"I think you need to relax before tomorrow, it won't do you any good to face a dragon if you are too stiff..." She blushed at the mental image, "I mean if you aren't able to function..." She blushed harder and cursed her mother once again. "What I mean is we need to find a way to loosen you up!" She finally squeaked out, luckily he didn't seem to notice.
"Anything to suggest short of going to Pomfrey?" He asked smiling at her again and she felt the tingling start.
'Oh gods oh gods oh gods.' She was mentally debating with herself... she had a perfect solution but didn't know if she had the hubris to actually suggest it. "Uh, maybe...why don't we get out of here and find somewhere else to talk? Madame Pince has been great about letting me work late, and even you being here since you are a champion. But if she catches us talking..."
"Eh Hem?" The librarian in question stared them down.
Hermione reached out and grabbed his hand as she stood, "Let's go find somewhere to talk about this."
She pulled him along until they found an empty classroom on the third floor, once inside she lit the torches and locked the door with a Colloportus. Harry looked at her strangely as she blushed under his scrutiny, "Uh...was that necessary?"
"Look, I don't want you to die because you weren't able to get any sleep tonight, so I'm going to help you relax. But before I do so I want your word that this is never spoken of again to anyone, and that our friendship won't change at all."
Curious despite himself he nodded, "Okay I can promise that, but what are you getting at?"
"This is just the once, and only because you need to relax."
"Hermione what exactly were you planning?" He asked as his eyes went wide.
She approached him with her heart beating three times its normal speed and her pulse pounding in her ears. "Uh... well I know that, I mean..."
He placed his hands on her shoulders and waited until she looked him in the eye. "Just tell me Mione, I promised nothing would change and it won't."
In response she ran a hand down his chest and continued on down to his waistband, she paused for only a second. Long enough for his eyes to widen again as it clicked before her hand plunged into the fabric and wrapped around his instantly hard member. "Ack!"
"Just relax Harry." She whispered into his ear as she drew closer to him. "I know it's a bit unorthodox but I need to do this for you."
His teenaged brain won out over the logical side that was shouting that this was wrong and he only nodded as she began pumping. He was struggling to remain upright and she noticed so pushed him backward until he was sitting against the desk. "This isn't working." She said clinically.
"Wha..?" He asked almost whining that she had stopped her ministrations.
"The fabric is getting in the way...I need to...um..."
"Oh." He said dumbly before unzipping and unbuttoning his trousers and leaning back once again on the desk. Hermione was now distracted by the warmth and hardness in her hand and almost forgot why she had gotten herself into this situation in the first place. She took a deep breath, and pulled the fabric of his boxers down to expose the erection in her hand.
"Oh my..." She commented with wide eyes, while he was not a banana she still had no idea how nature could expect him to fit that inside a normal sized woman. Changing her grip she began pumping him again and he lay back on the desk as his arms gave out.
"Gahurgle..." He was incoherent at this point but she insisted on a critique.
"Is this alright then Harry? I... I've only read about it..."
"Mmmm..." He nodded with his eyes closed.
She took that as an affirmative and continued on, idly she observed how his testicles were beginning to tighten and relax rhythmically in time with her movements. The whole thing was amazing to her but she was beginning to feel that burning tingling sensation in her stomach again and it was rapidly spreading up her chest and down her arms to her hands as well as affecting her balance as it ran down her legs and made her toes tingle in anticipation. Her mouth was going dry from the effort of keeping enough oxygen in her blood to keep up with the rapid heartbeat. However it seemed almost no time at all before Harry cried out and a large amount of semen flew from the end of his member and sprayed all over her hand and his stomach.
She continued to pump him lightly as he whimpered, suddenly feeling empowered at the control she had over his actions. She licked her lips as she wondered what he tasted like but refrained from doing anything rash. Her heart was not slowing down and her need was becoming insistent. She reached into her robes and slid her hand down to her leg where she grasped her wand. She pulled it out...
"Evanesco." She muttered the spell vanishing the mess before letting go of him and stepping back, now suddenly quite embarrassed at her actions and unwilling to do anything else despite her body's protests. "So uh... are you relaxed now?"
"Mmmm."
"Uh Harry, we should get to bed... I mean get you to bed, your bed and me to my bed..." She blushed furiously; luckily Harry appeared to be almost drunk as he did his trousers back up and stood to walk toward the door. He turned the handle and walked straight into the still sealed exit before regaining any semblance of sanity.
"Uh..."
"Sorry." She removed the charm and they walked back up to the tower without meeting each other's eyes once. Once they reached the common room Harry turned to her still not meeting her eyes.
"Uh...so thanks...for um..."
"Really it was no problem...good luck tomorrow..."
"Uh...right..." Harry hugged her awkwardly before stumbling up the stairs and into his dorm room.
Hermione raced up her own stairs, her pulse had not slowed and her fingers had not stopped tingling the entire way back up to the tower. Before he had given her that hug she was on the verge of throwing herself at him and snogging him senseless. Now she didn't know whether to cry in frustration, cry for the sudden change in their relationship, or give up and get herself off like she had been longing to do for the past twenty minutes.
In the end she closed and silenced her curtains and had her first screaming orgasm that night.
The next day she missed Harry at breakfast and had to be content to wait in the stands with everyone else. Eventually she couldn't contain her anxiousness about their friendship any longer and had to find Harry to talk about it. So she made her way up down from the stands and up to the Champions tent where she listened to the group until there was a pause in conversation.
"Harry?" She whispered.
"Hermione?" He whispered back as he walked toward the canvas flap.
Once again her heart was beating overtime and her nerves were on edge. She wanted to explain somehow, she wanted to make sure that their friendship would make it through this. "Are you; you know...alright?" She asked pitifully.
"Yeah I suppose, for a guy who's about to go up against a dragon."
She dove through the flap and wrapped her arms around him pulling him as close as she could. She was very happy when his arms returned the hug at full strength. That is until a flashbulb went off before she could kiss him for luck.
She chickened out; at least he had hugged her back. "Uh, good luck then...don't you dare die!"
He smiled at her as she got the evil eye from the event coordinators. "I promise to try...not to die that is."
She nodded and headed back for her seat, Ron was nowhere to be seen by the time she made it back up to the stands and she had to wait anxiously for the event to start. Now that she knew that they were at least still on hugging terms she began to calm down a bit.
"That was the only time." She vowed to herself. "Just the once, to help prepare him for the task. Can't cross that line again..."
"Are you alright Hermione?" The brunette nearly jumped out of her seat as Ginny interrupted her line of thinking.
"Of course I'm alright, why wouldn't I be alright? I mean it's not like I did anything to be ashamed of or embarrassed about...why are you asking?"
Ginny gave her an eyebrow before looking back down at the enclosure below. "Just wondering, I'm so worried about Harry I feel like I'm going to heave. I just thought you were so much closer to him than I am..."
"We're not! I mean all that close! Why would you say something like that? We are just friends Harry and I, that's all. Nothing to worry about here... Which dragon do you think he will have to face off against?"
"Are you sure you're feeling alright? You know I think I saw Ron earlier and he looked sick to his stomach as well. I bet he is regretting ever accusing Harry of putting his name in for more fame."
"Right, he could have apologized already, and then maybe I wouldn't be in this mess." She half mumbled.
"What was that?"
"HE! He, I mean Harry...wouldn't be such a mess..."
"Oh look! Cedric is first!"
Hermione thanked the deities for taking the attention away from her. How would she ever explain doing...that...with Harry to her best female friend who was still crushing on him?
