"Hermione, can you at least give me a hint about where we're going?" a very nervous, blindfolded Harry quietly asked. When Hermione had said she had a surprise, this hadn't been what Harry was thinking of.

"Oh hush," Hermione whispered into his ear. "Since when are you so nervous and paranoid?"

"Maybe because the last time I took a little stroll through the castle I got bombarded with Permanent-Sticking-Charmed-Dungbombs," Harry answered. Hermione couldn't argue with that. Even with a combined effort, it had taken her and Harry over two hours to break the charms. Not the way anyone should have to spend an afternoon. For the past week, ever since Ginny had initiated the feewd, Harry and Hermione had both been a little tense.

Ron had initially been a bit apologetic about the whole ordeal. At breakfast the day after the feewd's beginning, after Harry convinced Dobby to stand down, Ron had made it clear that he'd had no knowledge of Ginny's schemes. "I knew she wanted to get you guys back," he had said, "but I thought that had been where it ended. I didn't think she would stoop so low to...do that." When he knew Ginny wasn't within earshot, Ron had added, "That being said, I want to have fun with this whole thing. Maybe I'll actually be able to beat you at something, you know? Friendly competition can be fun. Here's my offer: I'll do everything that I can to beat you, but if me and Ginny do win, I'll try and get you out of the whole...consequences of losing. I'm sure we'll find some way to get out of it, if we all work together." Harry had instantly agreed. Maybe Ginny would back down if her own brother was trying to convince her to give up her plan.

Unfortunately for Harry and Hermione, the two youngest Weasleys were turning out to be deadlier opponents than either had anticipated. With something to finally motivate his studies and a strong desire to finally beat Harry, Ron was proving to be a challenge. Though the Quidditch Pitch was considered off limits, Ron had no qualms with the rest of Hogwarts. The redhead knew where Harry and Hermione usually went throughout the day and planted cunning traps accordingly. Though most of the traps were anticipated or discovered in time (though much improved, Ron's general spellwork still couldn't hold a candle to Hermione's), some went unnoticed and performed as hideously as intended.

Ginny was no slouch either. Apparently being around all those brothers had taught Ginny a lot. While she wasn't as effective as Ron, Ginny was still not to be ignored. Together, the two Weasleys were a thorn in the Potters' sides.

That being said, Harry and Hermione were holding their own fairly well. As Hermione had first pointed out, Hermione's brains and Harry's creativity were a great pair. Harry had great ideas for pranks and Hermione could usually turn those ideas into reality. Even though they hadn't discovered the reason for Ron's unnatural fear of bunnies, that hadn't stopped Harry and Hermione from charming or cursing almost everything Ron owned. Any shoes Ron put on his feet instantly became a pair of red-eyed bunny slippers. His initial reactions, especially after trying to change his shoes, had been priceless. Ginny hadn't been hit with anything quite as hilarious yet, but hers was coming soon. Harry just needed to think of something especially cunning and embarrassing.

As Hermione led Harry throughout the castle, Harry's mind continued to wander. It had been doing that a lot this year, and he liked being able to be somewhat carefree. With Voldemort gone, relative freedom from danger at Hogwarts, and his relationship with Hermione, Harry was finally beginning to appreciate and enjoy just being a teenager. However, walking blindfolded in potentially dangerous territory kind of shattered carefree illusions.

"Hermione?" Harry asked as they turned another corner.

"Hmmm?"

"You're sure I'm not going to get ambushed in this helpless state?"

"Harry, we're wearing the Invisibility Cloak. No one is going to see anything except maybe the occasional foot or robe end."

"Well, what about traps they've set? I can't see, you know, so you're on lookout duty all by yourself. Are you casting Detection Charms often? Looking out for out-of-place items?"

Hermione sighed indignantly. "Honestly, Harry, you really think I'm going to lead you into some stupid charmed book shelf or something? I am perfectly capable of-wait, STOP!"

Hermione's arms locked onto Harry's shoulders as the two came to a sudden halt. Hermione slowly released her grip and Harry felt Hermione bring her wand up higher.

"Perfectly capable of what, Hermione? Detecting traps from far away so we don't accidentally almost walk into one? Oh wait..." Though he couldn't resist the poke, Harry was actually quite glad that Hermione had caught the trap. Who knew what evils were lurking in wait?

"Do you want me to push you into the trap, Harry?"

"No."

"Then stop rubbing it in."

Harry smiled. "I guess I'll settle for some different rubbing later on." Even with the blindfold on, Harry knew Hermione was rolling her eyes. "Can you please take the blindfold off?"

"But Harry, then you'll know-"

"Are we even halfway there yet?"

"No, but-"

"Just take it off right here, then, so I can help you with the trap! It's not like I'll know where we're going by seeing one hallway or wherever we are. Please, Hermione?"

"Fine," Hermione sighed, giving in. As she began removing the blindfold, they both heard a soft, dreamy voice.

"Oh, is this your book?"

"No!" Hermione cried, whipping around, but it was too late. Harry's blindfold fell off just in time for him to see a girl with long, dirty blonde hair and what appeared to be a necklace of Butterbeer corks bend over to pick up a rather boring-looking textbook.

As soon as her hands made contact with the brown book, many-colored frogs began hopping out, jumping straight onto the girl. In a few seconds she was covered with over fifty frogs, varying in color from a normal-looking green to blue, orange, crimson, and even silver. It was an interesting sight, especially when the frogs began croaking to the tune of the Chudley Cannons fight song.

Hermione rushed over, pulling Harry with her. "I'm so sorry about that. I tried to warn you! That book was jinxed! Here, let me help you!"

The girl turned, not seeming surprised at all to have been bombarded with multi-colored frogs and hearing a voice with no visible speaker. Looking straight where Hermione was, she asked in a quiet, dreamy voice, "Is that you, Lady Anura? Have you come to transform me into one of your minions, serving you for all eternity?"

"What?" Hermione asked, extremely startled and confused. Before Harry could object, she whipped the cloak, revealing them both to the girl. "My name is Hermione Pott...I mean, Hermione Granger." She giggled a little bit at that. "And this is Harry Potter."

"Oh." The girl looked disappointed. "I know who you are. Why did you stutter? Don't you know your name?"

"No, I just-"

"You know, if you have a problem with Wrackspurts, all you need to do is think happy thoughts. That should help you focus." Either this girl was amazingly good at joking with a straight face, or she was one odd person. Harry had a feeling it was the later.

"It's not like that-" Hermione sputtered, trying to defend herself.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. People who like to think of themselves as intelligent are often the hardest to treat. Now when did you begin having fuzzy feelings in your brain?"

Before the girl could continue, Hermione quickly explained, "Harry and I got paired recently, so I'm now legally Hermione Potter. However, we've been trying to keep that somewhat quiet, so I usually use my original last name in public. I didn't forget my name!"

"Oh." The girl paused again, considering what Hermione had just said. "So have you had much sexual intercourse yet?"

Harry and Hermione both went red, though the blonde girl didn't seem embarrassed at all. "You don't just ask that" Hermione weakly pointed out. "That's not very polite. Why would you ask that?"

When the girl didn't elaborate, seeming uninterested in the conversation, Hermione asked, "Do you want help getting rid of the frogs? I'm sure Harry and I could remove them if we spent some time looking at what spells were used."

The girl looked down, as if noticing the frogs for the first time. "These? No, I like them just the way they are. Frogs are my friends." Pointing to silvery frog that looked like it had craters on its skin, she added, "This one is a very rare find. He appears to be a Moon Frog."

"Moon Frog?" Harry asked, wondering why it was called that.

"They're a special type of frog that lives on the moon. Daddy told me all about them."

Before Hermione could say something logical like how frogs couldn't live on the moon, the blonde girl who was now covered in frogs turned around and began walking away. "If you want a good place for kinky sex, there's a wonderful library full of eroitc stories not too far from here."

"Wait!" Harry called out. "We don't even know your name."

"Luna," came the dreamy reply. "Luna Lovegood."

"Are we there yet?" Harry asked for nearly the hundredth time, causing Hermione to sigh tiredly.

"Yes! We are actually here now!"

"Really? You'll take of the blindfold?"

In answer to his question, Harry's dark world was suddenly lightened as the blindfold fell away. As his vision adjusted to the light, he saw a painting of a baby bird nest. Harry grinned.

"So you took Luna's advice, huh? Hungry for some kinky sex?"

Hermione blushed. "It's not like that! I was planning on coming anyway… I think I found a good ritual for us to perform."

Harry's eyes widened. "I was kidding about the kinky sex. Seriously?"

When Hermione didn't answer, becoming intently focused on the ground, Harry grinned again. "Well, it's fitting that our first time could be in a library." Harry walked over to the portrait, which swung open for him and Hermione.

Walking inside, Harry once again took in the sight of the dark, old room and its rows of erotic books. Hermione followed, casually skimming the shelves for anything of interest. The room looked just like it had during Harry's first visit except for one thing: at the end of the room there was now a large, comfortable-looking bed.

Harry turned toward Hermione. "You've been planning this more than I thought."

She shrugged and smiled weakly. "I didn't want our first time to be on some hard floor. That wouldn't be any fun."

"Well…"

"Fine," Hermione conceded, "It wouldn't be as fun as it could be."

"Better."

Drawing nearer to the bed, Harry noticed that surrounding the bed was a white chalk circle. Inside were a number of odd-looking runes and shapes. "What's with all this?" he asked.

"There's a lot more to the ritual that me losing my virginity," Hermione answered. "We have to set up a bunch of different runes and spells. I've already set up the bed and surrounding area, but we'll still need to paint some runes on our bodies."

A book lay in the middle of the bed. Upon further inspection, Harry saw that it was called Sama Kutra. "Is this the book you got the ritual from?" he asked.

"Yeah," came Hermione's reply. She was gathering up an assortment of paints, probably so that they could paint runes on their bodies. "Page 394."

Turning to said page, Harry looked at the ritual they were going to perform. Besides the runes, it appeared that they wouldn't have to do anything weird. They didn't need any funky positions or hard-to-pronounce chants. That was good. Harry had a feeling that rituals and even generic thinking weren't going to be on mind much when they actually went to work.

The end of the description was about the effects of the ritual. Harry closely inspected this, curious as to what he and Hermione would gain and to make sure there weren't any nasty side effects. After the contract mishap with Ginny, Harry didn't want to overlook any fine print ever again. It wouldn't be good if the ritual caused his balls to fall off or Hermione to grow a tail. That would be bad.

As he read through, though it seemed like his balls were safe, Harry still didn't fully understand what was being described. It was obviously a book from either an older time or for more educated readers, because almost every other word had at least three syllables and was completely meaningless to Harry. So, instead of trying to piece together all the stuff by himself, he asked Hermione for an explanation or translation (whichever was more relevant).

"Well," Hermione began, a bit unsure on how to explain everything, "the main purpose of this ritual is to help your magic in multiple areas instead of just doing one thing like doubling your magical core." Seeing Harry's raised eyebrows, she added, "Your magical core is like your reserves of magic and magical potential. If you've got a big core, you have the strength to create really powerful spells or perform many spells without a break. However, there's no point in having a ton of strength if you can't properly harness it or use it. If we simply doubled your magical core, you'd have a hard time controlling your new power and an even harder time efficiently utilizing it to its full potential. That's why I decided on this ritual. It's relatively easy and danger-free. It doesn't do anything extreme like turn you into a phoenix or make you the new Merlin."

Though becoming a phoenix or the new Merlin would be cool, Harry had 'danger-free' as one of his top priorities in the art of ritual choosing. The word 'relatively' wasn't so reassuring, however. "So what exactly will it do to us?" Harry asked. "What can we expect? Will it hurt?"

"To my knowledge, no one in recent memory has performed the ritual, since books like these have generally either been destroyed or locked away. There were some Darker rituals in here, which isn't surprising since a good amount of them use virgin blood. So we don't have anyone to use as an example. However, I think the worst things we'd suffer would be some soreness, headaches, and bursts of power early on. This ritual should do three main things for us. First, it'll increase our magical cores. Nothing major, probably by around fifty to one hundred percent. That will still be a noticeable change, though. Second, the ritual will help strengthen the connections between our cores and our bodies. This will make us a lot better at channeling that power and actually using it."

"So magical cores and magical connection are different?" Harry asked.

"Correct," Hermione replied. "Look at the two of us. You, Harry, have an exceptionally large magical core already. When under great stress, you've proven capable of taking on hundreds of Dementors and dueling Voldemort one on one. I, on the other hand, have a relatively high degree of magical connection. That's why I can master spells faster than most people and why I can perform them with more precision. I'm more attuned with my magic, and I don't waste a lot of power just bringing out my magic. I read once that, for the average witch or wizard, almost half the needed power of a spell is for focus and channeling magic. Increasing magical core or magical connection alone would bring good results. Improving both, though, will be exponentially more beneficial."

"That makes more sense now," Harry said. "You mentioned a third thing we got from the ritual. What is it?"

Hermione smiled. "Supposedly, the ritual helps connect to two participants. We won't be able to hear each other's thoughts or anything creepy like that, but supposedly we'll have a sense of when the other is in danger, or afraid, or happy. Probably like a good version of your connection with Voldemort. It should also help us, in times of great need, to lend each other power. So if I'm in a dangerous situation without you, or if I'm hurt, you can help me out by giving me a magic boost no matter where you are. I think we'll also recharge more quickly than normal when we're together."

"You've got me convinced," Harry pointed out. "So are we actually going to do this or are we just going to learn about it today?"

Hermione grinned. "The first thing we'll need to do is get out of our robes."

"Wow, Hermione," Harry teased, "you mean we need to take off clothes to have sex? Who would have thought?"

"I meant," Hermione replied with a glare, "we need to paint runes on our bodies before we begin the ritual."

"Fine by me," Harry agreed, letting his robes fall to the floor. Soon both Harry and Hermione were completely clothes-free and Hermione was inspecting the paint.

"Now, we're going to have to draw these somewhat accurately, so you'll need to pay attention to…" Hermione stopped when she realized Harry wasn't paying attention to her. At least, not to her words.

"Harry. Focus now, fun comes later."

"Fine," Harry sighed, slowly removing his eyes from Hermione's teasing, bent-over ass. "It's a little hard to concentrate," he added meaningfully, gesturing at the especially hard part of his body for good measure.

"Funny," Hermione replied, dripping with sarcasm (among other things). "You're not the only ready for this. Anyway, we'll need this rune here to be painted on our forearms. My back needs to have this rune whereas we need to have your chest painted with these three…"

It took a couple of tries to get all the runes right, since both the teens were visibly shaking with nervousness and excitement, but they were finally adorned with the appropriate runes. Hermione finally cast two spells on them: one that was required for the ritual, and another to keep the runes from being rubbed off once things got more intense.

Slowly, Hermione walked over to the bed and sat down, letting out a nervous breath as she did so. "Now that the moment is finally here, I'm almost too scared to go through with it all," she admitted. "I mean, we've been together and doing stuff for over a month now, but still…"

"Hey, I'm nervous too," Harry admitted, staring down at his elongated manhood. Though he tried not to let it show, he'd been worrying since talk of the ritual started if his second wand would perform adequately enough for Hermione. They both wanted this to be special, and he didn't want to be the one to mess things up.

"Yes," Hermione agreed, "but you've also been looking forward to this moment for a long time. Don't try to deny it. And there's nothing wrong with that. I'm excited too. It's just, I never thought…" Hermione sighed and hugged her knees up to her chest. Harry tried to listen to her and empathise with her instead of taking a look at the wonderful new view she was giving him. He honestly tried.

"But I'm being silly," she continued. "We've been having...these relations...for over a month. That might be fast in other circumstances, but we've been married the whole time. It's going to happen sooner or later. Might as well be sooner."

Though it pained him to say it, Harry offered, "You know, we don't have to do this now if you're uncomfortable with it all."

"No." Hermione shook her head, smiling distantly. "We haven't prepared all this for nothing. And I don't regret anything, if that's what it sounds like. Getting paired with you has probably been one of the luckiest things in my life. It's just...I'm scared Harry. Scared for tonight and what it'll mean. Scared of what it will be like if you don't...like it. Scared about what my parents will say when they find out about us. For every hope that comes into my head, two doubts come barging in."

Harry slowly came over and held Hermione's head in his hands, gently wiping away a small glittering tear with his thumb. "Hermione," he quietly reassured her, "you don't need to worry. I love you. As a friend, a lover, and a person. I always will. And your parents will understand. They love you too. Sometimes you need to stop worrying about where life is taking you and spend some time just enjoying the ride."

Hermione smiled up at Harry, wiping her eyes with her hand. "I'm sorry that I'm getting so emotional. This is a big step. But enough with all this emotional talk." Hermione hand, which had been on Harry's chest, began to slowly travel south. "As you put it, let's just enjoy the ride."

With that, Harry and Hermione's lips collided with more passion than ever before. Hermione stretched out so that she was lying on her back, still enjoying the feeling of Harry's mouth covering hers. They continued to lay there, Harry gently on top of Hermione, as their hands desperately grabbed and their tongues battled with passion. When the need for air overcame them, the released, heavily breathing in each other's arms.

Harry could feel Hermione's warm breath on his face, and her sweat covered body pressing against his. If he leaned in close, he could detect her excited heartbeat. He could also feel his cock hardening even more, begging to enter the warm, damp entrance that was pressed tight against it.

"Do it, Harry," Hermione whispered.

"I don't want to hurt you," Harry protested.

"It's a only for a moment," she reassured him. "Pain for a second, and then pleasure for much, much longer."

Hardly able to control his body, Harry backed off of Hermione so that he was kneeling between her legs. As she spread them open, Harry couldn't help but stare at the wet pussy before him. He'd seen it many times before (and done a lot more than seeing), but it felt different knowing that it wouldn't be his tongue entering Hermione this time.

Slowly, Harry grasped his cock and positioned it just in front of her entrance, rubbing the tip on her wet folds and causing them both to moan in pleasure.

"I'm ready, Harry. Just be gentle."

For what felt like an eternity, Harry sat there dumbly with one hand on Harry Junior and another on Hermione's inner thigh. Then he slowly inserted his cock inside Hermione. Every instinct in Harry's mind was calling for him to thrust again and again, as fast as he could, and it took every ounce of self-control he possessed to ignore them. He continued forward, engulfing the tip in the tight, wet tunnel of love until he met resistance.

With a last glance at Hermione, who only nodded, Harry pushed on through. Hermione let out a gasp, and a white flash came from her body. The runes on the lovers' bodies and on the floor glowed deep blue. Then, as suddenly as it had come, the light was gone and the runes disappeared without a trace.

Harry quickly looked at Hermione, who was breathing heavily. "How do you feel?" he asked worriedly.

"Well," she responded, "it sort of feels like I've been given a Pepper-Up Potion, but it feels more natural. Like I've just had the best sleep of my life. I can almost feel the magic filling me, like hot chocolate after being out in the cold. I think the ritual worked perfectly!"

"No," Harry pressed, "I mean about the whole, lost your virginity thing. Are you hurt? In pain?"

"Oh." Hermione blinked, as if she hadn't even thought about that until now. "I think it's gone. It hurt a bit at first, but then the ritual took over and I think it sort of took away the pain. So carry on, my dear Harry."

Harry smiled. "Just the news I wanted to hear."

Now reassured and unafraid of hurting Hermione, Harry continued to press on into Hermione. The feeling of her wet, fleshy tunnel around him was almost more than Harry could take. Hermione's mouth had been good, but this was in a league of its own. Plus, as Harry traveled inward, he was pleased to see she looked just as aroused and excited as he was.

Finally, Harry was fully inside Hermione. Her wet outer lips were right against his balls. Harry couldn't help but stop and enjoy the bliss as both he and Hermione panted.

"Come on, Harry," Hermione grinned. "Fuck me like you mean it."

Encouraged, Harry grinned and rotated them so that Hermione was perpendicular to the bed and he was standing on the floor. Harry pulled Hermione close again, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, locking her ankles together.

Harry smoothly pulled out of Hermione, leaving just the head of his swollen cock still inside, before again sliding in, letting a moan out as he did so. Hermione was extremely tight, and the friction rubbing against his lubricated cock was like nothing he'd ever felt. Harry pulled out again, and the next time he thrust in Hermione's tits bounced slightly.

"Oh Harry," she moaned, nearly losing herself to the ecstasy, "Don't stop doing that."

Harry began picking up the pace, ramming into Hermione and pulling out with intense passion. The sight of her tits bouncing and her face struck with pure bliss, combined with the sounds of her amazing moans, were taking their toll. Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to last much longer.

Deciding to change things up a bit, Harry grabbed Hermione's legs and unhooked them, still continuing to pound her pussy.

"Harry...fuck yes, right there...what are doing?" Hermione panted, a bit distracted by the large large object currently violating her inner space.

Without answering, Harry lifted her legs up and placed one on each shoulder, exposing Hermione even more and lifting her up slightly so that her pelvis was in the air. Once her legs were firmly settled, Harry again focused on pumping in and out, relishing every one of Hermione's moans and twitches, which were even louder than before.

Whether she was trying to or not, Hermione's walls began to spastically clench and twitch, further stimulating Harry. When the squeezing became almost to bear, Harry announced, "Hermione, I'm about to cum."

"I am too, Harry. Don't pull out." Hermione gasped out between heavy breaths.

"But what about…"

"I cast a Counter-Conception Charm, just to be safe. Technically it's now illegal, but I don't think either of us is ready for that kind of change. I'm so close Harry. I want to feel your sperm inside me!"

That final revelation, combined with an extra strong spasm from Hermione, opened the floodgates, so to speak. As Hermione's last words came off her lips, Harry lost all control, giving in to the wild sensations that were pulsing through him. His vision blurred, and he furiously pumped as fast as he could, splattering Hermione's insides with his cum. He could distantly hear Hermione's screams and he could still feel her spasms. Clearly she was in her own little world as well.

As Harry's vision refocused, he reluctantly pulled himself out of Hermione and lay down next to her. He could still see her beautiful breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath. They were both tired, but the invigorating effects of the ritual meant they were a lot less tired than they normally would have been.

After they'd both had a minute or so to recover and fully realize what had happened, Harry spoke. "I don't know what you were expecting, Hermione, but that went above and beyond even my wildest dreams."

"I expect you've had some pretty wild ones," Hermione giggled, "but I have to agree. That was nothing short of amazing."

"So you think the ritual worked pretty well, huh?" Harry asked.

"Well, if the big flash of light and the glowing runes that disappeared aren't enough, I think the fact that we're both filled to the brim with energy and magic should prove that it did."

"Yeah," Harry agreed, looking down at himself. "Plus I'm still hard."

"What?" Hermione's jaw dropped and she turned and bent over for a close look of her own. Harry Junior was clearly out and about, having risen up to once again to do battle. "Well, fuck me…"

"Was that an invitation?" Harry asked, grinning.

"You know it was," she cheekily shot back.

Rising up on the bed, Harry grabbed Hermione's hips and pulled her toward him. As he stared unashamed at her marvelous ass, Hermione asked, "Got something on your mind, Harry?"

"I was just thinking," Harry answered, "that since you're already on your hands and knees…"

"Go for it!" Hermione excitedly answered before he could even ask.

Happy to oblige, Harry got behind Hermione and again guided his cock to her entrance. With a deep thrust, he was fully in, causing Hermione to let out another of the moans that Harry was quickly becoming addicted to. Grabbing her hips, Harry began to thrust in and out even faster than the first time. With Hermione in the new position, Harry's balls collided into her with every thrust, creating a loud, extremely satisfying slapping sound.

"Harry, I'm...I'm...FUUUUUCCCKKK!" Hermione soon screamed loudly, and Harry once again felt her walls clench and throb, exciting him even more. The fact that he'd already gotten Hermione to orgasm again made him swell with pride and he began thrusting even more vigorously.

Harry wasn't far behind his horny bookworm. Hermione's tight walls and passionate screams brought Harry again to his limit. With a grunt of pleasure, he pushed himself as far into her as he could go before launching another load of sticky cum deep inside of her.

"That was a bit quicker than last time," Hermione teased.

"Yeah, well, seeing you like that kind of pushes me over the edge." Harry replied, shrugging. "Might be a bit before I'm ready for another round, ritual or not."

"Well, you certainly won't hear me complaining after two rounds of that!" Hermione exclaimed. "We should probably head back to our quarters. It's bound to be close to curfew, if we aren't past it already. Plus, if we're going to continue, I'd like to do it back there. Losing my virginity in a library is pretty fitting, but I think the quarters will be more comfortable than this dusty old place, nice bed or not."

Disappointed as he was with having to put clothes back on (and even more so that Hermione did too), Harry had to agree that their quarters would be a good call. As he pulled his pants back on, he suddenly had a thought.

"Hermione, where'd you get this bed, anyway?"

"Oh." Whether from memories or from her recent orgasms and sexual activity, Hermione's face was a dark red. "I found it in another one of those rooms our maps pointed out. I shrunk it and brought it here so I could...read...the books in private. The only reason you caught me that day was because I wanted to finish some homework first."

"I forgot about those rooms!" Harry responded. "Now we can put them to real use!"

Arm in arm, Harry and Hermione walked out of the kinky library together. Hermione had made sure to take the ritual book with them. Who knew what other great things it might contain? As they entered the outside hallway, Harry looked back and smiled. Libraries were pretty great places after all. He'd never think about one the same way ever again. As he and Hermione left, Harry made a mental note to have a look at some of those books soon.

Feeling that her breathing had finally returned to a more normal pace, Luna Lovegood slowly removed a hand from her soaked knickers. She'd never had such a great view of something like that before, and now the Auror Academy Orgie book didn't seem as appealing. There was a new fantasy in town, and no Wrackspurts were going to ruin that for her.

Reaching out toward a nearby shelf, she retrieved a heavily dog-eared book entitled Mooning Phases: The Ultimate Guide to Indecent Exposure that Eclipses All the Rest. Luna smiled as she reread some of her favorite passages. Hopefully the techniques would be as successful as the book claimed. Daddy had always taught her that once she set her goals, she shouldn't let anything get in her way. And she had a new goal: Harry Potter, her Chosen One, who was now the Not-A-Boy-Anymore-Who-Fucks-Extremely-Well. Not as brief a title as his original one, she had to admit, but it certainly was accurate.

/:Note:/ Well, another chapter done! Harry and Hermione have finally done it! Sorry if the ritual results were a bit of a letdown. I was going to come up with some super cool, creative one, but that might have taken a while and I didn't want to put off the sex scene any longer. Hopefully that's fine with you all. Luna has also entered the story with her usual oddness. She's going to be a fun character to write, I can tell you that much. If you didn't know, 'Anura' is the animal order that frogs belong to. Never let it be said that I don't include helpful information in my stories. I've gotten a lot of questions about Harry's contract mishap, but I'll say this much. Do you really think, with getting Ginny preggers on the line, that Harry's going to allow himself to lose? Or that Hermione wouldn't come up with some solution? Harry needed to get motivated and not want to lose, so that was the motivation. Don't worry or think about it too much. As usual, thank you to all my readers and reviewers. I love hearing from you guys. Later!