Harry Potter And The Summer Of Surprise- Chapter 3
Unexpected Things And Happenings
DIsclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter
Harry opened the bathroom door and pulled the towel he was using to dry his hair off his head, putting it back on the towel rack. He picked up his glasses, and slid them onto his nose, then dressed in the only clothes he owned that actually fit him. First, a pair of old sweatpants that had been Dudley's when he was about nine, which Harry had cut the legs off of, turning them into a pair of shorts. Next was a t-shirt that had actually been too small for his cousin in the first place when it had been bought for him at ten, and Petunia had given it to Harry after Dudley had ripped the seam on one of the sleeves. Harry had torn both of them off, and even though it had been six sizes too large for him at first, it now fit quite nicely.
A knock sounded at the door of his room, and Hermione opened and looked around it to see him standing in the doorway of the bathroom. She held a camera up to her face. "Smile, Harry!" she said as she snapped his picture.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"Just so you can have a picture of yourself finally having a great summer without the Dursleys." Harry gave her a little smile and stepped into his room.
"I don't think it'll be the whole summer." Hermione cocked her head to one side, confused. "As soon as McGonagall and the Order find out what I've done, it'll be back under lock and key in my room, only being allowed out to go to the bathroom and to work." He turned away from her, clenching his fists at his sides. "I swear, Hermione, I would rather go to Azkaban."
He walked across the emerald carpet to his trunk at the foot of the bed and opened it, pulling out the items they had heedlessly thrown into it in their hurry to get him out of the Dursley's. Laying a small white box next to the trunk, Harry stood up, holding his school books and Firebolt.
Carrying them to the bookcase that stood against one sea-foam colored wall, he lined up the books on one shelf, and lay his prized broomstick across the top. He returned to the trunk and pulled out his amazingly still folded clothes. He carried these to the dresser and started to put them away.
"Harry, are all of your clothes Dudley's cast-offs?" he heard Hermione ask from behind him. He nodded silently as he put his shirts in the drawer. "Even these?" Harry looked over his shoulder and blushed when he saw what she was refering to. He had dropped a pair of his boxers on the floor and she had picked them up. He held out his hand. She walked over and he took them, shoving the offending article into the bottom drawer.
"Yes. Even those." Hermione giggled, and followed him back to the trunk. He pulled out his school robes and took them to the closet. When they were hanging neatly, he turned to see Hermione staring intently at a spot on the floor next to his trunk. He moved to her side and saw that the box he had laid there a few short minutes earlier, was gone. In its place sat a larger white box with a hinged lid and silver writing on the top. He knelt down to read it. Lily Evans-Potter/ James Potter. Harry sat on the floor.
"Where did this come from?" he asked, pulling the box into his lap. Hermione sat down next to him as he opened it. An envelope addressed to him lay on top. He opened it and pulled out the paper that was inside. It read-
Harry,
This box was put in the care of your aunt after your grandparents' deaths with the strictest instructions that it and its contents not be destroyed. I felt that it was time it was returned to you. I know you have left the Dursley's, and given the reason, I feel that you would be safer staying with Miss Granger and her aunt for the duration of the summer. Therefore, I have placed the same wards that protected you at your aunt and uncle's home in this box. They were activated when it was opened. Have a good summer, Harry, and I shall see you at the beginning of next term.
Professor McGonagall
P.S. I have informed the Order of your whereabouts.-
A huge grin split Harry's face. "YES!" He threw his arms into the air in triumph. Hermione shrank away from him until he handed her the paper. He flopped down onto his back. "I get to stay!" Hermione read the note quickly and joined in his happiness. Harry rolled over onto his side and propped his head on his hand. "Take another picture," he said.
"What?" was her reply.
"When you took the first picture, I didn't know that I was staying. Now I do!" He sat up and leaning towards Hermione, kissed her squarely on the mouth. When he pulled away, her hand flew to her lips. They didn't feel any different to her fingers, but she knew her mind would never forget the feel of Harry's mouth pressed against hers, even if it had only been for a second. She saw that he hadn't even noticed her reaction.
Harry had started looking through the contents of the box. It contained many pictures, muggle and wizard, items such as a blue and gold brooch bearing some sort of bird and a scarlet and gold amulet bearing a lion, both of which Harry laid aside, and documents that made no sense to him when he tried to read them. One sheet of paper made him gasp, though, and when Hermione looked up at him, she saw that he looked as if he were going to pass out from shock.
"Harry! What is it?" He held out the paper, and she took it. It was a wizard birth certificate. It was Harry's wizard birth certificate.-
CERTIFICATE OF LIVE BIRTH
CHILD-
NAME OF CHILD: Harry James Potter
DATE OF BIRTH- 31 July, 1980
SEX: Male
WEIGHT: 3.3 kg
LENGTH: 53.3 cm
HAIR: Black
EYES: Green
PLACE OF BIRTH: Godric's Hollow Hospital
TIME OF BIRTH: 1:43a.m.
OTHER LIVING SIBLINGS: None
MOTHER-
NAME OF MOTHER: Lily Marie Evans-Potter
DATE OF BIRTH: 20 January, 1960
MAGICAL STATUS (WITCH,SQUIB,MUGGLE): Witch
BIRTH STATUS (PUREBLOOD,HALFBLOOD,MUGGLE-BORN): Muggle-born
PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Godric's Hollow
AGE: 20
FATHER-
NAME OF FATHER: James Edward Potter
DATE OF BIRTH: 27 March, 1960
MAGICAL STATUS (WIZARD,SQUIB,MUGGLE): Wizard
BIRTH STATUS (PUREBLOOD,HALFBLOOD,MUGGLE-BORN): Pureblood
PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Godric's Hollow
AGE: 20
ATTENDING MEDIWIZARD(S)/MEDIWITCH(ES): Jeremiah Smythe, Agnes Sheldon
DATE FILED: 31 July, 1980
"They already knew, then," Hermione said. Harry frowned.
"Knew what?" he asked.
"This was filed the day you were born." He shrugged.
"Yeah, and?" he prompted.
"Well, you know how babies are usually born with blue eyes, and they change to the color they're going to be after a while?" Harry nodded. "In the wizarding world, when a baby is born with blue eyes, it just means that the parents are going to have to wait to see if their child has any magical abilities. But, if the baby's eyes are not blue, if they're brown, hazel, or in your case, green, then the parents and medistaff know right away that the baby is a witch or wizard."
Comprehension came to Harry's face. "So that's why Hagrid said what he did when he came to get me for first year!" He saw that Hermione had no idea what he was talking about and explained. "He told Vernon and Petunia that my name had been down for Hogwart's since I was born. My parents knew that I was a wizard already, and wanted me to go to the school they went to." He looked behind them at the clock next to his bed.
"One o'clock! I had better let you get to bed, Hermione." He started to pick up the mess he had made and put the things back into the box. One picture caught Hermione's eye, and she looked more closely at it. Waving to her from the picture were Harry's parents and another couple that looked to be his paternal grandparents. James smiled at her and turned to face Lily. She was extremely pregnant. Hermione picked up the photo and turned it over to see if it had a date. 29 July, 1980.
"This was taken two days before you were born, Harry." He stopped what he was doing and turned to face her. She held up the picture, and he took it, his eyes glued to the image of his family. After a few minutes, Harry gently lay the picture inside the box and closed the lid. He stood, picking up the box and took it over to the bookcase, where he sat it next to his books. He silently returned to Hermione and bent down to pick up Hedwig's cage, which he put on top of the dresser. Then he helped Hermione off the floor, and finally spoke.
"I'd never seen a picture of her from when she was pregnant." Hermione smiled.
"Well, now you can look at them whenever you want to." She wrapped her arms around Harry and hugged him. "I'm glad you're here, Harry," she said, then before she lost her nerve, she tilted her head up and kissed him softly on his lips. Before he could react, she pulled away and left the room, pulling the door closed behind her. Harry stood rooted to the spot for a second.
Hermione Granger just kissed me! he thought.
A second voice chimed in, You kissed her first.
Harry nodded and sat down on the edge of his bed. Well, yeah, but that was just a friendly little celebration kiss. I was happy that I get to stay.
The other voice seemed to smirk as it quipped, You couldn't just dance around the room? You've been wanting to do that for years, and you know it. I mean, remember what happened this afternoon? You saw her breasts! Now tell me you wouldn't give your right arm to see that again. And probably your left to be able to kiss her as well.Harry felt himself start to stiffen and his hand moved of its own accord to stroke the bulge under his shorts. He wrenched it away.
NO! I cannot do this here!
The other voice sounded like it was laughing as it replied, Why not? You know you want to, and you've been doing it at school and at the Dursley's ever since Hermione was recovering from the polyjuice potion. Harry stood up and walked around the room, trying desperately to rid himself of his erection.
This is Hermione's aunt's home! Besides, what if someone heard me? And what would Hermione think if she knew I've been wanking off to thoughts of her since second year? And why am I not having these thoughts about Ginny? She was my girlfriend, not Hermione. He ran his hands through his hair.
Come on, Harry. We both know that you've wanted Hermione longer than you've even been thinking about wanting Ginny. We both know you're quiet. And we both know there's a lock on that door. Laura and Hermione both said to feel free to use it if you ever felt you needed to. You need to now. Come on...
Realizing the voice was right, he turned and strode over to the door, clicking the lock into place, and turned off the lights.
That's my boy, the voice said as Harry removed his shirt and lay down on the bed.
Do me a favor, he thought as he pulled himself out of his shorts. Shut up and let me do this my way. He started stroking slowly, remembering his fantasy of it being Hermione's body wrapped around his penis, not his hand. It wasn't hard, he had been doing it for years now. Picturing her magnificent breasts, which he now had actual knowledge of, having seen them, Harry moved his hand faster, using precum to lubricate his grip. His breathing became labored and when he felt his orgasm getting close, he slowed his pace. Letting go of his cock to lightly stroke it with the tips of his fingers, Harry wondered if maybe this summer, Hermione would think of him as more than a friend. Maybe as a sexual partner.
The mere thought of that drove him crazy, and he gripped his rod, pumping faster than before, gasping as he passed over the extremely sensitive spot just under the head. Soon, he could no longer control his breathing and was whispering Hermione's name over and over. His orgasm was almost on top of him and he turned his head into the pillow to stifle the groan he couldn't contain as it hit. Harry's hips bucked as thick streams of cum shot onto his legs, stomach, chest and face. His breathing slowed after a few minutes, and he got up off the bed to clean himself up.
As he passed the door, he stopped short. He thought someone had just been walking past. Oh, God! What if they had heard him? He was in for it in the morning if that were so. Devoutly hoping he had been imagining it, he entered the bathroom, flipped on the light, and studied himself in the mirror. He was a mess. He had gotten it in his hair and he had the silly thought that he resembled a strudle. Only one thing for it, then. He removed his glasses and stripped off his shorts, turned on the water, and stepped into the shower.
Hermione leaned heavily against her door. Oh, Merlin, oh, Merlin, oh, Merlin! She put her hand to her chest, her heart pounding as if she had just run a marathon. Harry Potter was masturbating in his bedroom! The water in his shower turned on and she stepped away from the door. She figured he 'did' do things like that, after all he was a sixteen-year-old boy. She just never thought she would be overhearing him making himself... She went over to her bed and lay down, feeling the familiar tingle in her lower body. She thought about what she had just heard.
She had changed into her pajamas after leaving Harry's room and then gone downstairs to get a glass of ice water. When she had come back up ten minutes later, she had stopped outside his door, hearing him breathing heavily. She knew he had been tired and assumed that he had gone straight to sleep and was now having a nightmare. She reached out to open the door, but stopped as she heard him gasp. She lowered her hand, thinking he must have woken himself up, and was about to continue on to her room, but something made her wait. Harry's heavy breathing had started again, followed soon by a stifled moan. She froze on the spot.
The moan hadn't been one of pain or fear, but one of absolute pleasure! She heard him panting for a few minutes, then get up out of his bed. Fear of being discovered ran through her and she hurried to her room, closing the door quietly behind her. By now the tingle had turned into a wetness that increased the ache between her legs, and she slid her hand inside her pajama bottoms, and between her slick folds. She gasped as her fingers, still cold from the ice she had put into her water, touched her clit. Hermione stroked it, falling into her favorite fantasy of it being Harry's fingers touching her, sliding in and out of her wet tunnel. Harry's fingers also pinching and teasing her erect nipples. She now threw in the new fantasy that included the view she had had of Harry's body that afternoon and the sound of him pleasuring himself.
Her fingers flew faster and faster between her hole and clit, and she was softly moaning Harry's name, her desire to come becoming desperate. To help it along, she arched her back, pushing her clit harder against her fingers. She finally fell over the edge, one orgasm following another, over and over, until her clit was so sensitive, she could no longer touch it without fairly flying off the bed. She heard the water shut off in Harry's shower and after a minute to calm herself, she got up and went into her own bathroom to clean herself up. When she had finished, she climbed back into her bed, and the last thing that went through her mind as she fell asleep, was about Harry and the summer ahead of them, and maybe she would be able to turn her fantasy into a reality.