The Race for Harry Potter
Chapter Three: Boys and Girls
Warning: Sex scene and strong language. Click back if you are uncomfortable at any time.
Hermione laid flat on her stomach on her bed, her Charms book open in front of her. She couldn't stop thinking about last night, and the tingling kiss Harry had left on her cheek. She kept imagining him stroking her cheek lovingly. She felt sleepy, knowing it was abnormal for her, to be tired after only reading a little over a hundred pages. But she knew why she couldn't fully concentrate on the book. She wanted to see him, and that want needed to be fulfilled. Hermione closed her book and soon that wish was granted.
"Hermione are you in there?" Someone yelled from the stairs. Hermione jumped from off her bed to see Harry at the bottom of the stairwell. He smiled up at her, muddy.
"Harry, are you okay?" she ran down the stairs, still dressed in her pajamas to see what was wrong.
"I was just sexually molested by Parvati, and on my way here, Lavender tried to grope me, and Ginny is throwing her body around because of me! What is wrong with me? Why are all the girls trying to—" Harry couldn't finish because Hermione had placed her lips over his. His glasses were askew and she pushed him roughly against the wall of the stairs. He placed his hands on both sides of her cheeks and slipped his tongue into her mouth, moaning. Hermione couldn't believe this was happening. Harry now had her pushed against the wall and was wrestling each other using their tongues. He eagerly ran his hands down her front, and leaned against her, bracing himself on the stairs. The alarm went off, warning him that boys were not allowed in the Girl's dorm, and he pulled away from her, confused.
"Harry?" she asked, staring into his green eyes. He slowly disappeared, and Hermione tried to touch his face. "Harry?"
"What the bloody hell…" Hermione drawled. She awoke with her face plastered onto her Charms book. She had fallen asleep. "Just great…" she said aloud, wiping the drool that had dried on her face. She sat up in bed, thinking of how her Dream-Harry was kissing her. It was needy. She sighed and folded her legs under her. She tried to meditate, thinking that reaching nirvana would do her in good—literally.
"Hey Harry, dear God, you're muddy! What have you been doing?" Lavender trailed behind Harry as he came rushing into the school, soaking wet. He removed his glasses and shook them in front of her, making her shrink away from the muddy water.
"I'm sorry! What did you say?" Harry asked, squinting at her. Lavender smiled and gently took his glasses from him. She pulled out her wand and tapped his glasses, erasing any traces of mud on his glasses.
"Unfortunately, I don't know how to do a full cleansing charm. But, I know where you can get cleaned up real quick," Lavender said, placing his glasses onto his face. He nodded and followed her down the stairs. They were at the Prefects bathroom. Harry was familiar with the place.
"Pineapple," a door appeared behind the statue and they went inside. Harry began to strip off each layer of his clothing, unaware of Lavender's presence. All he cared about was the large pool in front of him.
"Oh MY!" Lavender squealed. Harry blushed.
"Lavender, I totally forgot! I'm so—"
"Yeah, sorry, I know!" she dismissed him. "I hope you get cleaned up real nice Harry. I wish I could join you…but…yeah," Lavender said. Harry gave her a thoughtful look.
"Hey, I have an idea! I could put bubbles in the pool! So, we don't see anything. And I'll cover my eyes and all, we could sit and talk and not worry because we have the bubble tab running," Harry said cheerfully. Lavender considered how sweet he was being. She tried to categorize it—either he was interested in her body or he just wanted a buddy to hang with.
"Okay," Lavender began to pull off her shirt, but realized that Harry had soon dived under water and turned on the bubble tab. He didn't hesitate to stare at her, but had quickly busied himself in order to not look at her. This made Lavender mad. She entered the pool, feeling silly as magical red and yellow bubbles filled the tub. She rolled her eyes as Harry grinned at her and splashed water at her.
"This is nice…"
"Yeah, it's okay." She muttered. She was tired of waiting, but she had to be patient.
"Well, how's every thing? You okay?" Harry asked.
"Well, I'm okay…class is boring, I really want to go home for the holidays, but we're having the Yule Ball, and I heard Professor Dumbledore is inviting a school from America to come and join us. It'll be fun, so I might stay." She smiled, mostly to herself, imagining all the cute boys that would be visiting the school on Christmas to dance the night away. She also expected to at least have met and shagged one of the boys.
"Yeah, I know about that. Dumbledore was mentioning it to some of the fifth years in the hall." He swam about fifteen feet away from where she was sitting, and swan back. She could see the lovely arches in his back and the light muscles that padded his shoulder bones.
"Wow…" Lavender muttered dreamily. She wanted badly to touch his body, for at least a second. He floated beside her.
"Hey, c'mon, swim a little—live a little," he laughed as a bubble popped on his glasses.
"Harry…" Lavender whispered. He smiled at her.
"What's up Lav? Do you need some help?" He started to laugh. She moved near him, a mere inch away from his body. He could see her breasts appearing from out of the water. She rested one hand on his shoulder and brought her lips to his. She didn't rush, not wanting to scare him. To her satisfaction, he opened his mouth to allow her in. Soon her arms were around him. He was responding to her. She couldn't believe her luck. She pulled his neck forward, splashing into the water. She now had him kissing her under the water.
"Lavender…I can't do this with you…" He said, trying to pull back.
"But Harry, your body doesn't say that…she said, reaching down to grab his member. She quickly removed her had, shocked out of her mind.
"You're…not aroused…" Lavender said, she looked like she was about to shed tears.
"I have great willpower. But you're very beautiful Lavender, please don't take it as a—" Harry started, but Lavender had pulled herself from out of the pool.
"What Harry, a what, an insult? Was that what you were going to say? No, YOU have the problem. Every man that I've shagged was aroused by a mere touch from me! So! So! Either you're gay, or you think I'm ugly!"
"NO and NO! Lavender! Please!" Harry pleaded. Lavender gathered up her clothing, placing them under her arm as she grabbed a towel from the side. She stopped to give Harry a cold look. She gathered herself up, placing her fragile emotions behind closed doors and opening her business-like self up.
"Well, Harry! I'm leaving, and you can forget about whatever chance you may have had with me! Because…if you haven't heard—I'm a great shag!" Lavender said boastingly. She gave him a sneer and apparated.
"Damn it," Harry whispered, sinking below the water in frustration.
Hermione had nothing to do, really in her dorm, so instead she went out of her way to walk around the grounds. It was raining lightly, and she had cast a spell to prevent her from getting wet. She held her favorite book under her arm, wanting to find the perfect tree to sit under to read it. She shrugged and sat near the lake. She saw the Giant Squid pass her.
"Hermione?" she turned around to see Brad standing behind her. He smiled unsurely. He had on a simple blue jacket with Denim jeans. She patted the ground next to her and he eagerly sat next to her.
"What are you doing out here? I heard it's going to snow soon, you'll get a cold," Brad said. He reached over to remove a lock of hair that had fallen into her face. Her hair was no longer uncontrollably bushy, but wavy, and she had light brown streaks that made her hair look vibrant.
"I'm fine. How did you know I was here?"
"I followed you."
"Oh. Why are you following me?" Hermione asked, giving him a small grin.
"I felt terrible about last night, how I was. You weren't feeling good, and I just pushed you aside. I felt…dirty. I should have asked you what was up, but I didn't. I wanted to ask you, what was wrong." He waited for her to reply, but instead, she sighed deeply.
"I got into an argument with Ron, you know, the Head Boy. We've been friends since our first year, and we decided to date last year…but…things didn't do so good, we fell apart, and our relationship was over right after Summer break.
"I see, has he been trying to get back with you?"
"Not exactly. Actually, we were trying to get our friendship back together. I just wanted to get things back on track."
"What happened to cause you two to break up?" He asked. Hermione closed her eyes, remembering all the months of torture she endured with Ron.
"Ron has Parasomnias, also known as Sleep Sex. He would wake up, and engage in sexual activities with me, but during that time he would be extremely mean and violent. Sometimes it was rape-like behavior…but he couldn't remember what he had done the next day. I had to let him go, because one night he broke my arm. I felt so disgusting, and shameful. I didn't want people to know what happened to me, but soon, everyone in his household knew! Everyone wanted to know why I was breaking up with him. The worst thing was that his mother, before she knew why I dumped him, she called me a whore and that I never loved Ron, and I only used him. Then I told her, and she broke down…I felt so guilty," Hermione said. Her eyes watered and he placed his strong arms around her. He kissed her temple lightly, breathing in her hair.
"Hermione…will you be my girlfriend?" Brad asked, resting his head against hers. Hermione was soaked in the moment, enjoying the intimacy of it all.
Is this worth the bet?
She looked up into Brad's twinkling eyes and blonde hair that fell into his face.
Hell yes. Wait...I don't know...
She nodded, letting go of that small part that was holding everything she had fought for.
She slammed the door, pushing him down on the bed.
"You jackass, I never thought you would ask." She pulled out the clip that was holding her hair up, and shook out her long luxurious hair. She tore her shirt off hastily, revealing her red laced bra.
"Red…that suits you finely," Draco Malfoy said, removing his Slytherin sweater and tossing it to the side of her bed. Ginny giggled as she pulled down her skirt and underwear.
"God, I want you. I've been waiting for that perfect time. And seeing you in the library was just so fucking fabulous, and I'm so fucking horny," Ginny said breathlessly, moving towards Draco and stroking his thighs. She unzipped his pants, releasing the beast from within. She crawled on top of him, even before she could get his pants off, and settled on him, easing into him and deep into her pounding folds. She released a husky moan, and grabbed the headboard for support. Draco folded his arms behind his head and arched his back as Ginny rode him. She panted and growled as she went faster.
"You fucking jackass! Harder damn it! Shag me harder!"
"That's what I'm trying to do! Don't lose your head,"
"Give me a bloody orgasm! Now! I want one now!" She whined. They worked into each other harder, until Ginny could feel herself tense up, ready for the explosion.
"OH MY GOD…" She started, grinding herself down harder. She came, screaming at the ceiling, Draco along with her.
"That was amazingly good. I didn't know you were so great," Draco panted, moving Ginny from off of him.
"What do you mean? I'm known for how good I am at this school…" Ginny drawled, reaching over the bed to grab her clothes.
"Do you really think that's appropriate?" Draco asked. Ginny looked up at him, puzzled.
"If you want, I can not put on any clothes," she said pointedly, staring at him to the clothing in her clenched hands.
"No, I didn't mean that, I mean your reputation at this school. Why do you have to go around sleeping with every boy you see? Why are you doing it? What happened to you in the past to make you like this? From what I remembered about you, you were very sheltered and quiet. You were molested or something in the past, right, is that what made you like this?" He asked bluntly. Ginny froze and stared cold daggers into Draco's eyes.
"You bastard! There's nothing wrong with me! How dare you! Get! Get out of my bed you selfish bastard! GET OUT OF MY BED!" Ginny said, pushing him from her bed. She stood up in her bed, kicking at her sheets.
"I'm leaving…" Draco said, zipping up his pants and throwing on his cloak.
"You asshole, who are you to ask me?"
"Good-bye…" He said, opening her door.
"How dare you! How dare you!" Ginny screamed. Draco had closed the door, and Ginny had fallen onto her butt, hot tears streamed down her face, and she sniffed it up her flared nostrils.
"I was in love! I was in love with him! I wasn't molested…" Ginny cried, wiping at her tears. "I LOVED HIM!" She screamed, biting her lower lip.
She remembered him, when he had entered her house in the dead of the night. He wasn't there to kill anyone, just to see her, the beauty that had captivated him since Harry had won the Triwizard Tournament. He had never seen her, but his servant had promised him a gift, a gift so precious and beautiful, it would bring life to his cold soul—her. Voldemort had entered her room, masked. He wouldn't reveal himself to her, but he had covered her eyes, and wrapped his now-smooth arms around her body, transferring her into a place that was like Limbo. He tortured her, broke her in half, until she was pudding in his hands. She would never forget the night he removed his mask, to reveal a beautiful, youthful face—Tom Riddle. He had somehow gotten his old body back. He was sixteen again. She cried, being only thirteen herself at the time, when he had strapped her up and had her any way he wanted. She found herself loving him, every time he would do this to her.
She remembered whispering into his ear, telling him she loved him, and he would shower her with gifts. When it was time for her to go, he had wrapped his long thin fingers around her neck and squeezed. He'd wait for a tear to drop from the corner of her eye before he released her. When she returned home, only a minute had passed, when it felt like years in Limbo. Every summer it would be like that. Visiting the Enemy became a drug to her. Until that one night, when Harry had slain him as he entered her room, was causing devastation in the whole house. Harry had simply been passing her room to the loo, when he saw shadows decorate her walls from her slightly open bedroom door. Harry had broken Voldemort wand in half, spilling the insides onto Voldemort's face, blinding him. Then, in front of her eyes, Harry threw an Unforgettable Curse at Voldemort, and killed him. She cried her eyes out, screaming his name over and over as he fell to the floor, blood pouring from out of his eyes.
"It's okay Ginny, he's gone," Harry said, awestruck at what he had just done…he had killed Voldemort. "Now his servants…" Harry muttered.
She sat there on her bed, staring for ages at the stain on her carpet, where he loved one once laid.
She now knew why she hated love and emotional attachment.
Hermione entered the castle with Brad's arms wrapped around her. She had someone to call her own. But she wondered if she was just looking into him because of loneliness, or just plain boredom. She was walking pass the Great Hall when Harry had come from out of it.
"Hermione?" he asked, staring at her from across the hall. She quickly detached herself from Brad.
"Harry, hey, I haven't seen you all day."
"Yeah…" he said, staring at Brad, "Who is this?" Harry asked. Hermione smiled at him, ignoring the boy that was behind her.
"Huh? Oh…this is Brad…my…uhm…my…" She said, scratching her forehead.
"Yeah, I'm her "Uhm". Brad McKenzie, Ravenclaw Seventh Year. I'm Hermione's…" He started but she interrupted him.
"Harry, what are you doing in the Great Hall all alone?" She asked.
"I was just hanging out. It hasn't been a good day at all…I've been very upset and, just need someone to talk to," Harry said sadly. Hermione's heart ached for him. She reached up to touch his face.
"Harry, I'm here for you, if you ever need anything, okay? Do you wanna talk now?" She asked. Harry looked behind her, to see Brad giving him death glares. He leaned in closer.
"I don't think Mr. Prince-Charming would like that very much."
"Who? Oh…yeah, right. I'm really sorry Harry," she said, dropping her hand. Before she turned to go, Harry had placed a quick and tasteful kiss on her lips. Brad stepped forward, but Harry had already pulled back and was walking away.
"Oh my…" she said awestruck. This was the second time…the second kiss…the second lead…
"C'mon Hermione, let's go, I want to talk to you about the Famous Harry Potter…" Brad said angrily.
"Okay," she followed him happily, placing an arm around his waist as they disappeared down the corridor.
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