Ends Harry yawned widely as he led their little group towards the now familiar girls' bathroom, frowning at the tattered clothes he was wearing from the day before. Little to his surprise Mistress Andromeda had shown up at his infirmary bed last night, starting by politely yet firmly calling him a total moron before requesting the full story. She had calmly and attentively listened to the entire story before pacing the room in thought.
"You managed to resist the alluring aspect of the Dark Arts completely?"
When he nodded she frowned, continuing her pacing?
"Must be the Black blood from Dorea Black, your grandmother. Black's were always gifted at the Dark Arts but it is surprising that you would manifest that trait on top of all the others. Hmmh, on the other hand your magic is unusually potent, it might be using anything in your blood and body to its full advantage, no matter how dormant."
She stopped for a second, studying his scar before continuing.
"Your assumption that the book was a Horcrux is most likely accurate. To able to manifest the many abilities you described is one thing, but the fact that the spectre spoke parseltongue proves the book had Slytherin family magic, which brings far more credence to the theory."
Andromeda continued pacing, her mind working over the whole incident.
"That you have some of that magic is fantastic, which by the way means that I will be adding French, German and Ancient Runes classes to your summer schedule, a gift like yours should not be neglected."
She only grinned at him when he groaned, like she'd ignore a useful gift like that. Her smile slid off her face when she continued though.
"How you survived the venom is however questionable, as only Slytherin's direct heir could have done that. While the magic you had was enough to repel the gaze, the venom is something vastly different, legendary in its potency. You said it happened right after you destroyed the book?"
Harry nodded, feeling a sense of achievement flood him as he thought about it.
"Yep, right after I smacked snakeface for the third time."
Mistress Andromeda abruptly stopped in her tracks, her wide eyes turning towards him.
"Third time…? Of course, Godric's Hollow, your first year and now this. You beat him alone every single time! In fact, you defeated him in... Single magical combat."
She purred out the last part, like a particularly tasty vintage of wine she was savoring.
"Umm, yeah. So?"
Mistress Andromeda just grinned at him; her smile as wide as he had ever seen.
"It means Harry, that by defeating him thrice; you most likely have claimed his title as your own."
Harry was utterly stupefied, even more so when she leaned over and kissed him deeply on the mouth.
"I really should be berating you some more for your stupidity, but Merlin if this wasn't a stroke of luck. If all goes well, we'll be in control of three votes by the end of summer."
She looked him over, lust clear in her eyes as she softly purred "Lord Slytherin". Harry flushed slightly; he knew better than most how attractive she found power. He cleared his throat, wanting to change the subject as he really didn't want to contemplate the fact that he might be the lord of on the most hated houses in wizarding history.
"About the basilisk..."
He got no further before Mistress Andromeda cut in again.
"Yes, of course, in what kind of shape is it? Intact I hope?"
"Yeah, it's in pretty decent shape, I had in fact considered having it chopped up for sale; it's supposed to be worth a bit."
She just waved his sentence away.
"Yes, yes, but that can wait. No, while the beast is intact it is worth more than its weight in gold."
Seeing his frown, she let out a tinkling laugh before continuing.
"Do you not see? This is the best publicity you could possibly dream of. The-Boy-Who-Lived defeats Slytherin's beast, the Daily Prophet will sell out their print featuring this story in the first ten minutes. Families all across the country will hear about how you, not the Ministry, not Dumbledore, but you, killed this mythical beast to protect the children."
Then she did something he wasn't sure he had ever heard her do, she actually giggled in glee.
"Do you still have the robes you wore in the Chamber?"
He nodded, stunned at her exuberant mood.
"Good, good, make sure you wear them tomorrow. I'm going to contact a friend at the Prophet, tomorrow we'll be visiting the Chamber for a nice little photo shoot, it wouldn't do for you to look unscathed, not quite as heroic."
He stared at her with wide eyes as she practically skipped out of the Hospital Wing.
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Harry was startled out of his thoughts as their little retinue reached the bathroom. Mistress Andromeda had invited a reporter and his cameraman to cover the story, both of which looked like fourteen-year-old boys who had just been told they were going to spend the summer at a Veela enclave, practically drooling at the mouth. He made it seem like he muttered a spell at the entrance, waving his wand around, but in reality, he just whispered the command to grant entrance to the Chamber.
What followed was an arduous two hours where he described his censored story of the battle to the spellbound reporter while the cameraman snapped one picture after another. To explain away how he dodged the gaze, he spun an elaborate story about casting Bluebell Flames charms all over the Chamber and using the shadows provided to dodge the massive snake.
He made sure to send compliments towards Professor Flitwick for being an exceptional charms teacher. After all, Harry felt like he owed the little man for what he did for Hermione.
The last half hour proved to be the most embarrassing as Mistress Andromeda quite happily tore away parts of his already ruined robe before having him pose 'heroically' next to the dead beast. She waved away his protests, mentioning that it was always a good idea to get some more influence over the witches of Britain and showing his trim body certainly wouldn't hurt.
Harry had to continuously Occlude his mind to keep from flushing in embarrassment as the reporter and Mistress Andromeda took turns in positioning him around the corpse. He let out a huge breath in relief when they were finally done, Mistress Andromeda having some last-minute discussions with the reporters. Both of them were profusely thanking her and promised the series of articles would be in tomorrow's Daily Prophet.
The cameraman had briefly asked him how he could fight such a beast yet obey Professor Tonks without question, but Harry didn't even find the question worth answering. The basilisk was an enemy, Mistress Andromeda on the other hand was the closest to an older sister, or a lover, or something in between, he had ever had. He practically owed his life to her; they were so far separated they couldn't even be compared.
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The next day Harry and the girls watched with rapt attention as Madam Pomfrey walked around with a small bottle of draught made out of Mandrake roots, pouring a small amount between the lips of all victims before using a charm to force it down to their stomach.
Some older wizards and witches were present as well, parents and cousins of the petrified, yet no muggles, as they had no way of bypassing the formidable Hogwarts wards. While Harry felt a tinge of sympathy for Hermione he didn't mind too much, there were some things that should be kept hidden from the muggles.
Only a few minutes later did the girl draw a shuddering breath, the absorbed potion breaking down the basilisk magic even quicker as blood flow was restored. Soon Harry was grinning as he felt her squeeze his hand before her brown eyes blinked and focused on him. He was surprised at how fantastic it felt, the pure elation of watching her return to life.
Harry knew she hadn't been dead but that did not change the surge of feelings that bubbled up within him. Having never had any friends, the thought of even having lost one temporary had been crushing. Without even registering that he was moving he grabbed her in a tight hug, barely hearing the little squeak she let out.
"Hey Harry." She glanced at the girls behind him over his shoulder.
"And hey Susan and Hannah."
"Hey Hermione." The girls replied, sending small amused looks at the boy who had yet to reply.
Harry finally released her; yet stayed sitting on the bed right in front of her, not really willing to go anywhere yet.
"Hey Mione."
She smiled at the nickname before focusing as memories returned to her.
"Harry, the beast is a basilisk!"
Hannah snorted quietly, having pried the story out of him with Susan. Harry just rubbed his neck in an awkward manner.
"Uh yeah, kind of figured it out. It's not really an issue anymore."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.
"What do you mean, not an issue?"
Floundering for a moment he grasped for another subject to discuss, anything to distract her.
"Oh, by the way, it's the 30th May, the exams are in two days."
She froze before her eyes widened in clear outrage.
"What? How, what, I mean, I haven't had any time to study, how can they expect us to sit them now?!"
Hannah started giggling and Susan just palmed her face, sending a meaningful look at Harry, she knew exactly what he was trying to do. Not willing to cut him any slack Susan cut in.
"The exams were cancelled because of the petrification, as you very well know Harry."
Harry cringed as soft brown eyes narrowed at him, his distraction had lasted a whopping ten seconds. Luckily for him her stomach growled soon after, making her blush slightly and giving Harry then opening he needed.
"Ah, you must be starving. We'll give you room to change clothes so we can go have breakfast, Madam Pomfrey said you were free to go once the petrification broke."
She just frowned at the quick little speech, watching him back away from his shrouded bed.
"Fine, but don't think this matter is over Potter, we will be discussing this."
He twitched slightly but nodded, the version he had given Susan and Hannah had been very glossed over, lacking any real details and minimizing the risk. They knew he wasn't telling the full story but were too polite to dig deeper, Hermione on the other hand had no issues with calling him out, demanding more details.
As soon as she was wearing her Hogwarts robes again, they headed down to the great hall. Even with the coming inquisition Harry couldn't help the smile on his face, everything was back to normal; their group was back.
The girls spoke quietly about the past month as they entered the hall, taking their usual places at the Hufflepuff table. As he sat down next to them Susan and Hannah started piling food on his table by habit while continuing their talk, missing the questioning look Hermione gave him.
"Eh, thanks girls, but I think its fine now." They looked up from what they were doing and grinned, letting him sort out his own food.
"What's that about then?"
Hannah sent a mischievous look at Harry before happily answering Hermione.
"Oh, he hasn't been eating well at all after you got petrified, barely slept either."
A small, almost tender smile spread on Hermione's face and Harry desperately fought with his Occlumency to keep from blushing furiously, a small tint of red leaking through regardless. He didn't understand why he had such a reaction; it was similar to the time Susan and Hannah had kissed him on the cheek in thanks. Clearing his throat, he tried waving away the current discussion, digging into his eggs while mumbling with a rough voice.
"It's nothing, it's fine."
The small giggles from around him told him this matter wouldn't be ignored as easily as he hoped. The almost packed hall suddenly quieted and Harry looked up from his breakfast to see the morning mail arriving. Saved by the bell.
That was until he briefly glanced at the front page of one of the Daily Prophet's flying past him, watching his own face look back at him. Or not.
Susan and Hannah took their copies, Hermione looking over Susan's shoulder, staring with wide eyes at the picture that took up almost the entire front page. The larger text on top read 'The-Boy-Who-Lived conquers Slytherin beast!' with a small caption under it, 'ends threat against Hogwarts students'.
The picture was the most ridiculous one in his opinion, where he stood with his foot nonchalantly leaning against the massive jaws of the snake, wand in hand and torn robes and hair rippling in the magical wind Mistress Andromeda had gleefully provided from outside of the camera.
"Holy shit Harry."
Hermione was too stunned to even correct Hannah, trying to comprehend the sheer size difference between the boy in the picture and absolutely gigantic snake next to him. Hushed whispers soon exploded in the hall, gasps and surprised shouts being heard as more people laid their eyes on the newspaper.
Harry groaned softly, he hadn't expected it to be front page news, which in retrospect was rather stupid of him. He stared in disbelief at the article, wondering how they could have written twelve pages about an encounter that took minutes. Trying to ignore the multitude of stares being directed his way and the ever more incredulous looks being sent his way by the girls he leafed through the thing, groaning softly at the sheer number of pictures of him in it.
He briefly glanced at the staff table, watching Mistress Andromeda avidly reading the newspaper with a shit-eating grin on her face. Snape on the other hand looked like he had swallowed something rotten and even Dumbledore looked annoyed. Mistress Andromeda had speculated that he'd want to push this under the rug like he did about the events during the first year, the article had obviously ruined those plans.
"The snake was pretty big but it wasn't really a big deal."
Hannah mimicked his voice and he cringed, so perhaps his glossed over story might have been slightly inaccurate.
"Oh, I barely got a scratch on me."
Susan's voice was identical as she stared at his ripped robes in the picture, making him groan softly. At least she had a bit of red on her face as she seemed to...study that picture for quite a while. Sigh, like he needed more evidence Mistress Andromeda had been right. Reading page six he frowned, it was filled with quotes and statements from various politicians, even the Minister, all of them praising anything from his Potter lineage to his actions and performance in school.
"Huh, what's with all the suits kissing my ass?"
Susan just laughed at his scrunched-up face before responding.
"Harry, with this article you might just be the most influential person in Wizarding Britain for the coming month. These people are terrified of you, one negative word from The-Boy-Who-Lived, who just protected almost all school going children in Britain, about their policies, would send a massive wave of opinion against them. On the other hand, a supportive word from you would greatly increase their status. No, not even Lucius Malfoy would want to come across as your enemy right now."
He nodded slowly, it made sense. That reminded him of something he needed to do. Standing up he felt almost the entire hall focus on him, but this was something he was very used to by now. The only new exception being the blushing female faces, Merlin, Mistress Andromeda must be loving every second.
With a confident gait he strolled over to where the Ravenclaw prefects sat, sitting down next to them to lose the hall's focus. Casually reaching over he took on of the wrought iron candleholders in to his hands and started bending it around his fingers like it was clay. That certainly kept their attention. He made eye contact with each of them before he finally spoke.
"You might notice that a student of your house has gone home for the term, one Miss Luna Lovegood. Now I thought it prudent to inform you that Miss Lovegood is now under my protection, which means that the unsavory behavior towards her will end. Completely. Should this matter not be resolved then I will have no option but to personally deal with it, which also includes informing Professor Flitwick. I do not believe any of you would hold your current post for very long after that. Good day."
Not even waiting for a response he stood up and walked back to the Hufflepuff table, leaving more than one surprised face behind him. The Ravenclaw prefects looked at one another in surprise before Robert Hilliard, a sixth-year prefect spoke.
"Unsavory behavior? You reckon she's been bullied then?"
Sarah Fawcett, a fifth year one fidgeted slightly.
"I've heard some, erm, talk about it yeah. Do you think he'd really do what he says?"
Hilliard just looked at her like she was an idiot before replying very slowly, like speaking to a young child.
"Hufflepuff. The-Boy-Who-Lived."
This didn't sit well with her.
"Yeah, but do you really think Flitwick would listen to him?"
A small pleased giggle caught their attention and they turned towards the staff table, watching a happily grinning Filius Flitwick read the article about the chamber fight. The positive comment from Harry had spurred the Daily Prophet into including a side note about his prowess as a Charms Master.
Hilliard palmed his face before turning a stormy gaze towards Fawcett and the rest of the prefects.
"This shit will be dealt with, I'm not going be losing my prefect status during the last year of Hogwarts, that's not a fucking mark I want on my record, clear?"
She swallowed nervously but nodded, Cho's little clique was going to change their ways or suffer for the rest of the year when faced with an angry Hilliard. The man was aiming for the Unspeakable, something which not only required near perfect scores but also a spotless record.
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The fallout from the article was hugely positive where Harry Potter was concerned, he was practically drowned in owls thanking him and congratulating him on the victory. The number of pictures of scantily clad witches included in some of the envelopes didn't hurt his ego any either, Harry sure as hell knew to appreciate female beauty.
The various marriage proposals came as a bit of a surprise to him but Mistress Andromeda said it was expected, usually they might have waited a few years but with his publicity increasing they liked to get the offers in early.
Hermione had seemed more attached to him than ever after reading about the fight and finding out about his concern during her hospitalization. He wasn't sure if it was the teenage girl within her that was enamored by the thought of him battling the beast, or the animal within her that was turned on by the fact that he had beaten such an enormous enemy.
Either way her advances came more often and were far more blatant, making him have serious trouble in keeping his hands to himself. The way she would rub her toned butt against his crotch had made him spring countless erections, each and every one which she seemed to appreciate. He shouldn't really be surprised about how nice her bum was; she practically walked the never-ending Stairmaster that was Hogwarts castle every single day while carrying a small library with her.
On the day of the Leaving Feast Harry was awarded with a trophy by Dumbledore for outstanding services to the school. He wasn't entirely sure if he would have received the thing if it wasn't for the articles, but he dutifully accepted it with a polite bow and wave towards the cheering students.
Professor Sprout looked like she was going burst from pride at any second as she was handed first the House Cup, then the Quidditch Cup following the award ceremony. They had replayed the cancelled game and Hufflepuff had come out as the victor, cementing Harry's reputation as unmatched within his house.
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When it was time to board the Hogwarts Express Harry spotted Ginny Weasley boarding the door next to his and decided to fulfil his little plan. He had seen the look in her eyes when she had read the article, if she adored him before then what had followed was practically worship.
Harry honestly felt rather annoyed at her, because she hadn't spoken up earlier Hermione had been petrified, not to mention if he hadn't coaxed the information out of her then Luna would be dead and Voldemort would be roaming free. Yet his rational side also pointed out that this was an eleven-year-old little witch, with what he had seen from the way her mother behaved she was no doubt afraid of the repercussions of speaking up.
Harry had seen multiple examples of the way the Weasley Matriarch behaved and it was honestly quite terrifying. He wasn't sure if he had ever seen a more overbearing and prudish woman than her. The howlers to the Weasley kid publicly humiliated the boy in front of the entire school, he understood wanting to chastise the boy but why ruin his reputation as well?
The magical community was fairly small and your reputation mattered immensely, why go out of her way to destroy it? That hurt the entire family as well as his future in particular. The comments he had heard from her when he saw her at King's Cross station were also almost humorous, calling any woman that showed off their curves a scarlet woman or something equally antiquated. That was what had spurred on his little plan in the first place.
Moving over to Ginny he smiled at her before indicating an empty compartment next to them. She blushed but nodded, following him in. He closed and locked the door before drawing the blinds.
"Hey Ginny, told you we'd meet again."
"H-hey Harry."
Harry grinned before reaching into his trunk for a special book he had ordered from the muggle store. He was fairly sure that Mrs. Weasley had probably not taught her daughter much about sexuality at all, something he was happy to correct, especially with a girl that was so infatuated with him.
The book was more a compendium of various sexual acts, including stories and pictures where various women submitted to men and obeyed their wishes. If her mother was not willing to teach her then Harry would be more than happy to corrupt her a bit. After all, he was merely providing her with some information. He handed the thick book over with a wink.
"As a thank you for telling me about the bathroom. I'd keep it a secret if you want to keep it, I'm pretty sure your mother wouldn't approve of it."
Pointing out that her mother wouldn't like it seemed to spark her interest in it even further, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been expecting that reaction.
"Umm, t-thank you, what is it?"
He just grinned in return.
"Read it and find out, I'd do it in private though. Have a great summer, Ginny!"
He gave her a kiss on the cheek and slipped out of the compartment, letting her have some time to explore the book.
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He was smiling as he started looking for the compartment the girls had picked, remembering the discussion he had had with Mistress Narcissa about sex. His question about why wizards and witches were so prudish compared to the muggles had been met with loud unrestrained laughter.
"Haha, oh please, tell me Harry, how many muggle boarding schools do you know that organize multiple patrols each night just to stop people from shagging each other in the broom closets?"
Her laughter faded to a small tinkling sound before she continued.
"What about all the marriages that happened during their time in Hogwarts? Do you really think they were all political marriages? Or perhaps people meeting their soulmates as teenagers?"
She snorted loudly at the thought.
"Of course not, they shagged and forgot protection. Heirs are very important matters in the magical world so the families quickly arranged marriages. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's what happened with Andy, not that she'd ever talk about it. Going home to the Black household pregnant with a child from a muggleborn would have made her life hell, provided she and the child even survived it. That's probably why she married that boring Tonks fellow in the first place."
Mistress Narcissa smiled at the memory.
"Of course, Andy would never admit defeat in such a matter, she even sent mother a Christmas card a few years later, included was a picture of little Nymphadora displaying her talents as a metamorphmagus. The card had a little text where Andy expressed her joy that her daughter showed such strong Black blood abilities."
She giggled.
"I don't think I've ever seen mother that angry."
She pushed her smile away and returned to the matter at hand.
"Anyway, regarding sexuality; whereas muggles might have sex visible everywhere in their media, us magical people have another thing. Magic. Sounds simple I know, but it truly is a bit of a dangerous cycle, especially for teenagers. Magic increases hormonal production which in turns affects your emotions. Your emotions in turn of course affect your magic, making for a rather humorous wheel of passion. The short story is that we aren't really as prude as we make ourselves out to be. Sure, old purebloods like to pretend like they are very prim and proper but what goes on behind the scenes is usually very different. After all, how do you think families like the Weasley's ended up with an entire house full of kids?"
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Harry's mind returned to the present as he spotted the girls, slipping into their compartment with a polite greeting. Daphne and Tracey had happily re-joined their group once the basilisk had been dealt with, putting an end to the tension that had permeated through the castle.
The fact that their parents had strongly encouraged staying within his social circle after the Daily Prophet article didn't hurt their motivation either. By now even the densest student in Hogwarts could tell that he would never be any normal or mediocre wizard. He was, much to the surprise of many, living up to the fairy tales they have heard about The-Boy-Who-Lived in the past.
Harry could only groan as he thought about what his third year would be like, when the public found out he was the future Lord of two Ancient and Noble houses. Claiming the Slytherin title was something he was still very skeptical about, provided he even could claim it. It was power yes, but it also came with a hefty price tag.
"Oh, Merlin I'm still hungry. Harry, would you mind accompanying me looking for the food cart?"
He looked up in surprise at Hermione, not having paid attention to their discussion.
"Uh, sure, can do."
She smiled and lead the way back out into the long narrow train corridor, taking his hand as she strolled towards the end of the train. He raised his eyebrows at the gesture but didn't complain, compared to the other stuff they had done a little hand holding was nothing.
Not to mention that her soft slightly furry hand felt quite nice in his hand. Was it just him or was she swaying her hips more than usual? Well, he wasn't one to complain, admiring her tight behind was one of his favorite pastimes.
She glanced behind him as if to make sure there was no one watching before abruptly opening a compartment and pushing him in, closing the door behind her as she followed. Harry watched in appreciation as she threw a multitude of small wards on the door, it was very impressive for a second year; she must have studied those in advance. Wait, studied them in advance?
When she was done, she turned to him with an almost hungry look, pushing him down on one of the seats and straddling him.
"Harrrrryy."
Her purring voice sent a shiver down his back and couldn't hold back the groan as he felt her press against his crotch.
"My desires haven't changed Harry, if anything I just want you more now. No, not want, need you more now!"
She kissed him hungrily, practically devouring his mouth. It was unlike any kiss he had felt before, her soft lips moulding to his, a faint taste of orange she had for breakfast pushing through as she explored his mouth. Her continued movement was however making it hard for him to control himself.
Placing his hands on her hips did nothing to stop her gyrating and he doubted Merlin himself could have prevented him from grabbing her firm ass, squeezing the toned flesh in his palms.
She briefly broke the kiss, her panting breath washing over his neck making his magic go haywire. He had a sudden urge to throw her on the bench and fuck her brains out as she continued grinding her crotch against his erection, her gasping voice quivering slightly.
"When I saw that picture of you and knew you had once again protected me, that you had once again killed the thing that had hurt me, something within me just demanded I'd take you. No, the other way around, for you to take me. I could fulfil whatever command you had for me."
The continued friction was driving him mad, the thin summer robes offered very little insulation and her last declaration had hit far too many of his fantasies spot on.
When he opened his mouth to talk, she cut him off by kissing him deeply, entwining their tongues while her hips kept working over his arousal. A lust filled haze was filling his mind and he knew that he was going to lose control soon and give in to his own desires.
Needing to stop this but knowing any other way he slipped his hand up her skirt, skimming her soft fur as he entered her modest white panties. His calloused hand gently engulfed her heated pussy, easily feeling the moisture gathering there.
Rubbing it he channeled his magic into his palm, making her mewl against his mouth as sudden incredible pleasure and heat flooded her groin, overloading her nerves with pleasure. Only a brief moment later did she come, moaning out his name against his mouth as her lithe body twitched against his hand.
The feel of him and his magic was unlike anything she had ever felt and the orgasm far surpassed any she had achieved on her own. It was beyond anything she even knew was possible, it was like his very being was being channeled into her through her sensitive flesh, sending one wave of pleasure after another coursing through her limbs.
She licked and nibbled his neck like a cat as she rode it out, repeating his name over and over again.
When it finally ended, she slumped in his lap, letting Harry extract his hand from her skirt. Not realizing that she was staring at him in rapture as she attempted to regain her breath, he carefully licked his hand once, sampling her taste. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't wanted to know what she tasted like. Her voice sounded slightly awed as she spoke.
"Wow...but what about you?"
"What do you mean?"
Her response was to rub her thigh against his rock-hard cock, leaving little doubt to what she meant. He avoided her eyes.
"I don't want to take advantage of you... you know, because of your condition."
"Psht! If this is how you take advantage of me then you can rest assured, I am quite willing, part cat or no."
He blushed slightly but he couldn't avoid the slight flood of pride at her comment. She slipped her hand inside of his robes, grinning as she felt that he was only wearing a pair of boxers underneath.
It was early June after all; with jeans on he'd have to constantly apply cooling charms. He grabbed her wrist to stop her but she only continued fondling his shaft, using both her hands.
"Harry, just let me return the favor."
Her silky hands dancing over his cock made him groan and the last of his willpower shattered as he made the mistake of looking into her soft brown pleading eyes. He exhaled loudly.
"Fine, but just this once."
She grinned before fishing out cock, her sounds of appreciation not unwelcome. Harry chuckled softly when he realized she was treating this is as an educational assignment as well, studying the way he felt and reacted as her hands ghosted over his flesh.
He wasn't sure if he should be embarrassed or aroused when she leaned forward and sniffed at him, rubbing his length against her cheek, the soft fur providing a startling contrast to the firm grip of her hands.
He almost did swallow his tongue when she reached out and licked the underside of his length, both the image of her lapping it, as well as the sensation making him groan.
"Mione! What are you doing!"
Her grin was very much like the cat that got the cream.
"What? You did say I could return the favor. It's my choice how I do it."
"Yes, but-"
He got no further before she slipped the sensitive tip of his cock into her mouth, grinning around it as her tongue danced over the skin. He moaned at the rush, a small part of him realizing she most certainly had planned this, yet his mind wasn't sure if it should be annoyed at a girl who would trick him into getting a blowjob.
That simply didn't make very much sense and he had a feeling James Potter would turn in his grave if he protested. The feeling only increased when she started applying suction, clearly testing out different techniques as her cheeks hollowed out.
He got the weird image in his head of her asking Madam Pince for books on cock sucking before his mind scattered as she started moving her head, the small slurping sound sounding disproportionately loud in the small compartment.
Whereas he couldn't say it was the best head he had ever gotten; her experimental and playful approach combined with the emotional attachment he had to her made him feel overwhelmed.
Her smile when he caressed the side of her head as she worked him over only added a strange tinge of dirty innocence to the image and he could feel his release building fast.
He knew he should feel guilty, he knew a large part of the change in her personality was both her animal instincts and the life-debt acting up, yet just at that moment he simply could not give a single fuck. He grunted out "Mione" in warning but she only increased the pace.
With a gasp he flooded her mouth, load after load being deposited into her greedy vacuum, expecting her to cough or splutter at the foreign taste. Instead, he saw throat working, heard the loud swallowing as she clearly was making it her life's goal to suck him completely dry.
The contrast between her soft hands and insistent wet hot mouth was incredible and he twitched in his seat at the force of the orgasm. When he finally went limp she released his oversensitive flesh, grinning slightly at the dazed look on his face. She licked her lips with a strange look in her eyes.
"You taste like your magic; the books didn't say anything about that."
He had no idea what she was talking about so he just shrugged, too relaxed to make any intelligent conversation right now. When his wits finally returned, he suddenly started feeling guilty about what happened and attempted to talk to her about it.
"Mione, we really shouldn't do this again, it isn't right."
"Oh, so both of us enjoying something isn't right. Why exactly?"
"You're too young."
She just raised an incredulous eyebrow.
"I'm born in September; I'm almost a full year older than you. I'll be fourteen in three months."
He flushed slightly; he had forgotten about that.
"But your condition is affecting your mind."
She just nodded, entirely unconcerned.
"Yes, it is. But even before I drank the potion, I was quite clearly attracted to you, in fact I have been since first year. The only thing the cat is doing lowering my inhibitions and letting me act on what I feel when I feel it. In fact, I am quite grateful."
Well, that just killed all his arguments. He wasn't even sure why he was arguing anymore. 'Please stop wanting to have sex with me, you kind, compassionate, sexy young woman!' Yeah, not even in his mind did his point make any sense anymore.
"I'm just saying; we shouldn't hurry anything."
"Oh, sounds good, I'm quite okay where we stand right now."
Wait, that didn't sound right either. Noticing his confused face she leaned over.
"Harry, do you find me attractive?"
"After that, you have to ask?"
She smiled before giving him a small kiss and standing up.
"Then don't overthink it and just enjoy it, next term could be a lot of fun. For both of us."
He sighed, admitting that she did have a valid point. All his arguments seemed to end being dumb when he tried to vocalize them. That moment the train whistle chose to sound, meaning it was time to get their luggage.
Slipping into the hallway he bumped into Ginny, her surprised squeak and blush upon running into him making him grin. She meekly returned his greeting before running off, yet Harry noticed the book he had given her was nestled under her arm. Well, Hermione did have a good point in that matter at least; next term could be a lot of fun.