Chapter One – The First Task

Harry Potter was bloody scared about what he would be facing in the first task of the Triwizard Tournament on Tuesday, he had not stopped thinking about it since he found out on Saturday night and it was now Monday afternoon.

Dragons! Who the bloody hell thought that one up?

He had been trying to learn the Summoning charm all day, with the help of his good friend Hermione Granger and the idea would be that he could summon his Firebolt and fly past the Dragon, but it was a complex spell. Instead of going down to dinner, the two of them went to an empty classroom and locked the door in order to practice. But after they put their bags down and set up a space in the classroom, they didn't start practicing the spell immediately. Hermione hesitated and looked across at her friend, whom she dearly admired and found herself unable to comprehend what he was facing.

'What's wrong?' Harry asked, his arm by his side and wand in hand, ready.

'It's just… erm…' she looked up at him, her bushy hair was in an untidy state.

'What?' he asked curiously.

'You must be so nervous,' said Hermione, her voice was high-pitched suddenly.

'You could say that,' said Harry in return.

'There must be something that can help you,' Hermione said, 'a tonic, or potion.'

'You'd know more than me,' said Harry with a shrug.

'Well, there isn't- at least, not really,' said Hermione in a rush, 'I could give you something that would put you in a lucid state, but you'd be no good at tackling the Dragon.'

'Couldn't imagine so, no,' said Harry shaking his head, and Hermione bit her lip.

'Anyway, other than that,' said Hermione with a shrug and a bit of hesitation, 'well… er… I can… er… think of something…'

Harry noted her hesitation and flushed face.

'What?' he asked of her.

'You'll think I'm mad,' said Hermione, 'but I know it will help. I'm sure it will.'

'Just tell me,' he said to her impatiently.

'A handjob,' Hermione said quickly, 'I could give you one of those.'

Harry stared at her in shock. Her cheeks were slightly pink; however, she did seem serious.

'Are you serious?' he asked her to confirm.

'Harry, please don't make me answer that,' she said, approaching him, 'just let me. You'll feel better.'

How could he possibly say no to that?

She reached down for the front of his pants, unzipped them and reached in past his boxer shorts for his penis. At the mention of the word handjob, he had begun to get aroused, but now that her small hand was wrapped around him, it really did begin to grow. To start with, her eyes remained looking at his, before a brief smile shared between them caused her to look down shyly and focus on what was in her hand instead.

Harry felt his breath become staggered as Hermione quickened her pace, and he wondered aimlessly whether she had done something like this before, because she appeared to know what to do. He would have loved her to run her hand over the whole thing, and he would have loved for her to cup his balls as well. But he remained satisfied with what she was doing anyway and decided not to be picky.

As he neared released, Hermione's hand moved quicker still over his flesh, and Harry tilted his head back and closed his eyes in a blissful release that he had not experience since the summer. In the aftermath, he reopened his eyes and assessed the mess he had made on the floor before them. Hermione was still stroking out the last remnants of juices that had built up inside of him, and she pulled away from him rather expertly by rubbing her thumb over the tip of his penis and gathering the last drip of precum on there.

Harry watched with shortness of breath as she brought her thumb up to her mouth and sucked on it briefly to taste him.

'That was great, Hermione,' he told her, causing her to smile with her thumb still in her mouth.

'Shall we begin?' she asked, indicating that they still had an entire night for Harry to master the summoning charm.

She withdrew her wand and with a single wave, cleaned the floor at Harry's feet which had been made a mess, and then wandered to the other side of the room before facing him.

A small innocent smile appeared across her face.

'Are you going to practice with that still hanging out?' she asked pointedly at his penis, which he had not yet tucked back into his pants.

'I might,' Harry said with a shrug, 'would it bother you if I did?'

'No,' Hermione said truthfully with a shrug, 'but do you really need it out?'

'That way it's there,' said Harry grinning, 'if you decide you want to wank me off again.'

Hermione's cheeks went pink. 'As long as you're relaxed while we practice that's the main thing.'

'Very,' Harry said, getting his wand ready, 'I could face ten dragons now!'

'Well, let's just stick to the one,' Hermione said, producing a cushion for him to start summoning.