MY BEST FRIEND'S GIRL Chapter 3 (The Prefects Bath)
By HPFangirl71
Hermione Granger awoke with a start… It had happened again. The dreams about her and Harry… The dreams she couldn't seem to erase from her mind. Ever since she'd seen Harry and Romilda near the forest, she'd obsessed over what it would be like to have Harry hold her in such a way. Since that night, she'd had the dreams… Harry's lips softly pressed against her skin… his fingers holding her tightly to him… her knickers wet from his closeness… Hermione would awake from these dreams with an insatiable need to masturbate, then the guilt and shame would enter her heart.
She knew better than to have such thoughts about her best friend. Harry had always been like a brother to her. Why had her feelings for him suddenly changed. Especially now, when she had Ron and Harry seemed so happy with Romilda. Hermione flinched at the thought of her enemy. Romilda Vane… Every time she saw the girl with Harry that ugly monster would fill Hermione's chest. It took all her strength to be nice to the girl. After all, she didn't want anyone suspecting her feelings for Harry. Especially Harry himself… that would be mortifying.
Hermione lay back on her bed thinking of her dream. As she pulled off her knickers, she knew what she was about to do was wrong yet she continued anyway. She was lusting after the great Harry James Potter who would never see her as more than just a friend.
She let her hands travel down between her legs as she thought of Harry kissing her and fondling her breasts. She slipped two fingers within the moistness of her pussy. She thought of Harry's cock replacing her fingers and it made her pump furiously into herself. The mere thought of Harry naked made her horny as hell. Her face was flushed pink as she continued to push in and out of her pussy. She thought of Harry's cock driving deep inside her as she felt her sudden release. She lay there a moment wrapped in the glory of her orgasm. Then the guilt and shame wrapped around her like a blanket threatening to suffocate her.
Quickly Hermione got up and dressed for breakfast. On her way to the great hall, she hoped Harry and Romilda would have taken an early breakfast so she wouldn't have to face them this morning. As she quietly entered the great hall, the first thing she noticed was the happy couple sitting at the Gryffindor table with Ron and Ginny. As she looked on, Romilda reached out to brush something from the corner of Harry's lips. Again Hermione could feel the hidden monster rearing up within her. How she hated the dark haired girl… Hermione took in a deep breath to calm her rage, then in a somewhat composed state went down to join her four pals.
Ron stood to greet her, his embrace warm and inviting. Why couldn't she just be happy with Ron? Instead here she was harboring lustful thoughts for a boy who only saw her as a friend and sister. It really was pathetic. Pulling away from her inner thoughts she turned to the group and inquired as to what the plans for such a sunny day were. Harry, Ron, and Ginny all answered together "Quidditch of course…"
Half an hour later, Harry was alone in the locker room getting changed. Romilda and Ginny were waiting on the pitch. He'd left Ron in the common room with Hermione. His thoughts strayed to his curly haired friend… He was still worried about his thoughts and feelings for her. He'd been dating Romilda for several weeks now, yet it didn't always erase the forbidden images which visited him often. It was hard facing Ron and Mione when he could barely contain the jealous monster hidden within his heart.
Two hours later, the boys and Ginny were exhausted from all the Quidditch practice. Ginny and Ron were in the common room playing a lively game of exploding snap while Romilda had left the practice early to go hang out with Lavender Brown. They had cordially invited Hermione but she'd had to decline so she could finish her Ancient Runes paper. The two hours out in the fresh air had helped rejuvenate her and she'd gotten most of the dreaded paper completed. After watching the game, she'd popped off to the library for some last minute research. That's when she'd run into Malfoy and his cronies. They of course had taken the opportunity to give her a hard time. It was no big deal since she was used to it, but she hated that they'd killed her good mood. That's when she decided that a stop at the prefects bath would make her feel more relaxed…
Hermione approached the bath and whispered the password of Mermaid Queen. The door opened for her and she stepped in only to find that the bath was already occupied. The sight that met her eyes was one that she'd only recently dreamed of… There in all his naked glory in the bath was none other than her dear friend Harry. Harry hadn't heard her enter the bathroom and Hermione thought at first that she might be able to step out unnoticed. Just as she was about to slip quietly out, Harry turned around to see her standing just inside the doorway. The look on his face was one of shock and surprise.
"Harry… I'm sorry, I hadn't realized the bath was occupied" she stammered and blushed through an explanation. It was all she could do not to stare at Harry's muscular body. Harry climbed out of the tub and slipped a towel around his waist. He came towards her, "Its okay Mione…" Harry almost had to pinch himself to realize that one of his greatest fantasies had come true. Hermione was here alone with him and he was naked. Harry crossed the room to her and held out his hand to her. Hermione was hesitant as she took Harry's hand. "Harry…?" she questioned him. Harry placed his other hand on her chin and leaned in to kiss her. As their lips met, Hermione could feel the heat between them and she allowed Harry to deepen the kiss and take her into his arms. She could feel his naked chest against her and realized what they were doing was wrong. She pulled away and Harry was quickly apologetic. He backed away from her and replied, "I shouldn't have done that Hermione… I knew there was no way you'd think of me that way."
Suddenly, Hermione knew that right or wrong… she wanted Harry. She whispered to him "No Harry… that isn't it… I do, that's the problem. I never thought you felt that way too. I just don't want us to do anything we'd regret, especially with Ron and Romilda in the picture." Harry looked at her and his face lit up in a smile. "I don't want to hurt them but we can't fight it Mione… Can we…?" She wasn't sure of anything anymore and all she could do was whisper "I'm not sure Harry" That's when Harry moved closer to her and pulled her back into his embrace. "I want you Hermione, more than I've wanted anything…" he said in a husky voice and Hermione knew she couldn't resist his desire for her.
Their lips locked together again but this time she didn't resist him. Harry's hands traveled down her body and his kiss was filled with a passion she'd never felt with Ron. She allowed Harry to unbutton her blouse and his hands were groping at her breasts. Her own hands were clinging to the muscles in Harry's chest, his breath was hot on her neck as his kisses continued lower and lower. Harry took her face in his hands and kissed her gently on the tip of her nose. "My dear sweet Mione, I know this seems wrong but why cant we have just this one moment for us? Why cant we be selfish just this one time? No one needs to know…"
His words were enough to entice her. Before she knew what was happening, she was joining Harry in the bathtub. Harry pushed her against the marble wall of the tub, their naked bodies clung to each others as their lips meshed together in another passionate kiss. Harry's hands gripped her ass tightly, pushing her body into his. She was pulling at his hair, trying desperately to hang onto this moment which felt so unreal. She let her legs travel up and wrap around Harry's waist, his lips traveled down to nibble playfully at her breasts and she let out a delighted moan. She never thought she'd be locked in Harry's muscular arms. The warm water felt good on her naked skin. Harry's cock felt good rubbing against her thigh, she felt a sticky moistness between her legs. Harry's naked body was making her feel so hot and horny. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. She whispered in his ear… "Fuck me Harry, Please…" she was practically begging for it.
Harry moaned her name and pushed his cock between her legs. He filled her completely and she felt herself come undone with each thrust of his hips. Harry took her lips greedily in his while his tongue invaded her mouth. Hermione let out another moan just as she felt her climax. She felt Harry spill into her as he again cried out her name. He held Hermione tightly as the water lapped around them, his face buried in her curls. Neither of them knew what to say to the other… For they knew that what had just happened between them would change their friendship forever…
