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One thing that Harry Potter didn't lack was attention.

That's what happens when you are raised under the heavy influence of the former marauders that treated Hogwarts as their own playground. Even though Lily Potter tried her best to keep her mischievous son under control, the former headgirl was a sucker for her baby boy's sad look whenever she tried to discipline him.

That only encouraged Harry to push the limits with what he could get away with. Lily was grateful that her son at least took his studies seriously and was never malevolent with his actions. There was one thing that she feared, though.

She knew that her husband, James, was a bit of a manwhore when they were in school, and Lily knew that there was a high chance that Harry would turn out the same. He had the same good looks that James possessed, only, Harry also had the striking emerald eyes that brought Lily Potter many compliments. She honestly feared for the girls in Hogwarts if Harry decided to set their sights on them.

And looking at the scene in front of her, Lily knew that her fears were somewhat justified.

"Mum, this is Hermione! She's the bookworm I mentioned!"

Lilly absentmindedly slapped the back of her son's head while eying the girl that Harry always talked about in the letters he sent back home. She had seen the girl briefly in her second year, and Lily had to admit that a few years of growth did quite a favor to the brunette.

Hermione giggled when Harry yelped and rubbed the back of his head to ease the sting of the slap. "Hello, Mrs. Potter. I'm sorry that you had to deal with Harry all these years. I tried my best to make him a little more mature, but he thinks he's carrying on some silly tradition by 'pranking' everyone."

Lily raised a well-groomed eyebrow as she looked at the girl curiously. It told Lily quite a lot when Hermione started to playfully tease her son in front of her. That meant Hermione was comfortable enough to be herself in front of the mother of the boy she clearly had a crush on. And judging Harry's expression, those feelings were reciprocated.

"You can thank his father for that," Lily said with a smile, "But I'm glad someone is trying to set my boy straight."

Lily noticed Harry rolling his eyes in exasperation and was pleased to see the looks the two shared. It almost seemed instinctive, making Lily squeal inside at the cuteness that Harry and his 'friend' were showing.

She started to rethink her fear of Harry turning into a playboy. And it might be stopped for the sweetest reason possible. The childhood best friend that turned into something much more. Lily could already see a cute movie that could be based on it!

Harry was about to defend himself from the undeserved attacks, but a loud call of his name distracted him.

"Harry!"

Three sets of eyes turned to see who had yelled and were presented with a blonde girl in green-trimmed robes running towards Harry with a wide smile. It didn't take more than a few seconds before Harry found himself in a hug that could only be rivaled with Hermione's.

"I missed you so much! I could have used you when all the prats in Slytherin bothered me over the summer."

"There, there, Daphne," Harry patted the witch hugging him patronizingly on the head, "I always told you that you should switch houses. Again, might I suggest Gryffindor? The best house in Hogwarts!"

Harry yelped in pain when he felt a stinging hex land on his side. Lily saw Daphne take out her wand with an impressively fast draw to attack her son. That wasn't what had her attention, though.

It was Hermione's expression that Lily was focused on.

Even with the sudden liking for Hermione, Lily had to admit that Daphne was a girl with looks that other girls wished they had. That wasn't to say Hermione was unattractive, far from it, but Daphne was someone that won the genetic jackpot.

All of that made Lily assume she would see jealousy bubbling in Hermione. Instead, all Lily noticed was an amused smile.

Daphne pulled away from the hug and scoffed, "I have the top spot in Slytherin. Switching and being below Granger seems to be a bad deal. Oh, and hello by the way, Granger."

"Greengrass," Hermione greeted with a knowing look in her eyes.

Lily watched all this and felt her age. Their interaction made no sense to her unless she misread the whole situation. Maybe the girls weren't interested in her son after all?

While Lily was standing there, confused about the whole situation, James had finally arrived and wrapped an arm around her to draw her into his side.

"Hello, Mrs. Potter, Mr. Potter."

Before the elder Potters could reply, Harry had other plans. "No time for that, Daphne. We have to leave right now!"

Daphne yelped when she was dragged by Harry onto the train, with Hermione following behind after a wave to Lily and James.

It wasn't until they were out of earshot that James let out an amused chuckle.

"Looks like Harry's following in his old man's footsteps!"

Lily frowned and looked at her husband, "What do you mean?"

"Did you see them?" James said incredulously, "I'll do anything you want if Harry isn't dating one of those two by the end of this year!"

Lily frowned harder when she realized that she didn't see things. But that begged the question, if those two girls were attracted to Harry, why did she not detect any jealousy. Lily briefly had a thought where Harry would gain a harem full of witches that got along without any issues.

She unintentionally let out a laugh full of amusement at the thought before smiling at James. "Done! I'll take that bet."

"Why did you do that, Potter?" Daphne said imperiously, "Are you ashamed to introduce me to your parents?"

Harry let out an exaggerated gasp, "Potter? I thought we were friends, Daffy!"

Daphne almost gagged at that nickname. It made her sound ridiculous, but Daphne also pictured that cartoon duck she saw in those muggle cartoons Hermione had shown her. Before she could give Harry a tongue-lashing, Hermione spoke up to calm down her anger.

"He did the same to me for the last few years, Daphne. You're not alone there."

"Hmm," Daphne hummed while eying a shifty-looking Harry, "Fine, I'll let it go for now. I'll see you two at school. I have to make sure Astoria isn't stalking Malfoy. Merlin knows what she sees in him…."

Harry and Hermione watched Daphne leave their compartment before Harry locked the door to keep others from disturbing them. As they usually did in the previous years, most of the train ride was spent going over the first few chapters of the new textbooks. Something that Hermione had almost forced Harry into following ever since he befriended her.

After an hour of companionable silence, Hermione said, "You know I lied to Daphne, right?"

Harry looked up confused, wondering what Hermione was talking about.

"When I said you didn't introduce me to your parents in the last few years. That might have been true before today, but I clearly remember meeting your mum at the station. What changed?"

Harry shrugged uncomfortably, "Just felt it was time. My mum might have thought I made you up in those letters I sent home."

Hermione noticed Harry avoiding her eyes and pursed her lips in thought. She declared, "No. That's not it. You're hiding something."

Hermione leaned forward in curiosity and wordlessly asked Harry to explain. He was going to do that anyway in his own time. It certainly wasn't going to be on the Hogwarts Express with their textbooks surrounding them. Then again, Harry figured that doing it while Hermione was surrounded by her favorite objects might be a better idea.

"Well…," Harry dragged out, "I figured that my mum should know the girl I like. It'd be a bit embarrassing if she didn't, right?"

Harry looked at Hermione to see her reaction but was surprised to see none. Hermione didn't seem shocked or happy. In fact, she sort of looked disappointed. That made Harry's confidence evaporate.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione said, shaking her head. Harry's heart was about to drop into his stomach until she continued, "That's how you decided to tell me?"

Harry's panicked mind took a few seconds to realize what Hermione had said. Harry blurted out, "Wait, you already knew?"

"Obviously," Hermione rolled her eyes, "You were so blatant that people already thought we were dating."

"Oh."

Harry wasn't actively trying to hide his crush on Hermione. Still, he also didn't think he was announcing it to everyone. But that didn't matter right now.

"You didn't answer me yet, Hermione."

"I wasn't aware there was a question there," Hermione said with an arched brow.

Harry closed his eyes in frustration. Of course, Hermione would decide to be difficult and insist on proper sentences. If Harry didn't like her so much, then…. OH.

While Harry was blaming himself with his eyes closed, Hermione smiled impishly and moved to Harry's side of the compartment. She leaned forward while staring at his lips before deciding to take the plunge and do it.

Hermione moaned through her closed lips when she felt Harry's on her own. She still had her eyes open, so she could see beautiful green eyes stare into hers in shock before Hermione felt Harry's hand cup the back of her head.

If they had to be honest, the kiss was an absolute mess. Their lips were moving together in unfamiliar motion, the few times they tried to open their lips ended up with teeth clacking together, and their noses quite often got in the way. However, none of that mattered since this was the first time either of them had experienced a kiss. For Harry and Hermione, they didn't mind any of it.

It was only when they forgot to breathe did they finally separate. They were both breathing heavily with identical swollen lips from the rough kissing. Harry thought that Hermione never looked better. He felt a deep satisfaction that he caused that.

"We still have an hour until the train reaches Hogwarts."

Hermione smirked at Harry and pulled him back to her to start another round of kissing. It wasn't much better than the first, but they had a good hour for practice.

"What happened to you two?"

Daphne looked at her two friends with a keen eye. They looked normal to an undiscerning eye, but Daphne knew something was off. They were immaculately dressed like usual, but the wide, almost stupid, smiles on their faces along with the poorly healed bruised lips led Daphne to an unwanted conclusion.

Harry, being himself, overshared, "I was exploring Hermione's mouth for the last hour. It was brilliant!"

Hermione wanted to bury her bright red face into her palm. She should have known that Harry would have no tact. Looking at Daphne's stunned expression, Hermione wanted to give her a normal answer, "Harry asked me to be his girlfriend on the train. We… lost track of time while we were… you know."

The beautiful blonde looked at her two friends as if they had done something inconceivable. Daphne cleared her throat and ignored Harry, "Hermione, do you think we could speak privately."

Hermione shrugged and agreed, making Harry look at her with sad eyes. She giggled and patted his cheek before giving him a kiss that turned far too deep with Daphne watching. They only broke up when Daphne made obnoxious noises to remind them that she was right there.

"Right," Hermione avoided Daphne's eyes with pink cheeks, "I'll see you later, Harry."

"Er, yeah. Later."

As Harry wobbled off unsteadily, Daphne demanded, "What gives? Since when did you like boys?"

"What?" Hermione was stunned by the question, "Always? I thought it was obvious I was making moon eyes at Harry!"

Daphne made a sound of confused frustration. She pointed at Hermione and dramatically asked, "Then when do you always stare at my arse when you think I'm not looking?"

Hermione's eyes widened in shock before looking around to see if anybody heard. When she saw that they were relatively alone, Hermione hissed, "You knew? Merlin! I thought I was being discreet."

Daphne blinked at getting no rebuttal. With vindication in her voice, she said, "Please, I could practically feel your gaze on my bum. So tell me, why did you start dating Harry? You knew I liked him! Is this some sort of ploy to get me jealous?"

Hermione had to calm down and remind herself that Daphne was one of her best friends. It wouldn't do to tie her up and leave her on the station. Daphne was far too pretty to be treated like that. Hermione briefly wondered what the rest of the school would think when they saw the 'ice-princess' acting like this.

"Let's get something straight," Hermione said while pushing away Daphne's finger, "I'm not dating Harry to make you jealous. And no, I don't just like girls… I like boys too."

Daphne blinked again, not knowing that this was even an option. She knew about the witch's witch, but Daphne couldn't think of any that liked both sides. She looked at Hermione with new eyes. Daphne was proud of her looks, and regularly flaunted it for everyone to see and despair in knowing that's all they'll get. Still, even she had to admit that Hermione had something to her that almost matched Daphne's peerless looks. The mousey little bookworm that followed the ever-popular Harry Potter around had grown into a woman that would easily fit into a high society ball.

That last part struck Daphne like a meteor. She forgot all about Hermione's confusing confession and asked, "Did you pester me about etiquette and tradition just for Harry?! I thought it was an excuse to spend time with me!"

"Merlin, Daphne," Hermione groaned, "It can be both! I got a chance to spend time with a pretty witch and get to know what would be expected of me if I was with Harry."

"Oh," Daphne still looked at Hermione like she was a different species, "Well, just so you know, I don't like girls like that. And don't think I'll give up on Harry just because you got your claws in him first."

"I assumed you wouldn't since you look at Harry like he's the center of your universe," Hermione said in exasperation, "And I never thought you'd give up."

Daphne frowned when Hermione didn't seem threatened. She even felt a little insulted that Hermione thought she must have no chance in getting Harry away for her.

"Well… watch yourself, Granger. I'm coming for Harry."

Hemione snickered at the unintentional pun. When Daphne turned around to dramatically walk away after the threat, Hermione asked, "So are you going to join us at the Gryffindor table?"

She could see Daphne almost reflexively turn around to say yes, but she stopped herself at the last second. Hermione finally let out an audible chuckle when Daphne had walked far enough. It was adorable that the blonde was trying to be threatening when Hermione knew how much of a marshmallow Daphne was. As for her threats to take Harry from Hermione? All she could say was bring it on.

"Mmmm, Harry, we're going to be late."

Even though Hermione was putting up a token protest, her actions said the exact opposite. She has her fingers lost in Harry's untamable hair as she shuddered when he traced her ear with his tongue.

It had been a few months since the start of the school year, and it had been like a dream for the new couple. Even though the people around them were regularly disgusted by the sappiness shown by Harry and Hermione, it couldn't break the little bubble that surrounded them.

Thankfully for the poor eyes of the Gryffindors, Harry had the sense to drag Hermione into his dorm before attacking her with his lips. However, this also gave him the excuse to explore Hermione longer than planned, especially since they were now assured to be late for class.

"I can't help it," Harry said as he peppered kisses on Hermione's jawline, "You're way too addicting."

Hermione's answering giggle was cut off when Harry plunged his tongue past her open lips. That's another thing that they had gotten much better with time. It had taken hours and hours of practice, but Harry and Hermione could proudly say that they were now experts in exploring the other's mouths.

Harry swallowed Hermione's muffled moans as he fought with her tongue inside her mouth. While he distracted her by dueling against her tongue, Harry's hands went to one of his favorite parts of Hermione's body. Her impossibly tight yet bouncy arse.

Hermione squeaked when Harry sunk his hands into her cheeks but didn't offer any protest. It wasn't the first time Harry grabbed her arse, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. She grinned as she felt Harry groan into her mouth as his fingers sunk into her soft flesh. Hermione took that moment of distraction to push Harry's tongue back into his mouth before softly biting his bottom lip and pulling back to let it pop out of her mouth.

"Seriously, Harry, we have to stop. I don't want our head of house mad at us."

Harry used the grip on her arse to push himself closer to Hermione and grind his covered cock into her lower stomach. Hermione gasped as she wrapped her legs around Harry to prevent him from separating from her body.

"Why aren't you stopping me then?" Harry asked with a grin, "It looks like the teacher's pet wants to skip the class just as much as I do."

Hermione blushed a bright red as she looked away from his knowing eyes. She didn't offer any rebuttal, though, since she met Harry's grinding hips with her own. It was most likely that clothes would have soon started to come off if not for an unfortunate interruption.

"Ugh! Seriously? It's the middle of the day! Is no place safe from you randy idiots?"

Hermione squealed and moved forward to bury her face in Harry's chest, as if that would hide her from the world. Harry made a growling sound and said, "It wasn't like I expected you to show up and kill the mood. Why are you here anyway, Ron?"

Harry looked back to see Ron lift a book and say, "Forgot this here, so I ran back to get it. You know you're going to be late to class, right?"

"Mate…" Harry gritted out, "If you don't leave right now, I will stun you to shut you up."

In surrender, Ron held up his hands and walked out quickly after the threat. Harry closed his eyes to rid himself of the frustration before looking at Hermione's beautiful visage. His softening cock was back at full mast before Harry pushed into Hermione's smaller body.

"Now, where were we?"

The interruption broke the spell Hermione was in, and she pushed him away, much to Harry's disappointment.

"Harry! I keep telling you that we can't skip class to snog!"

"We were doing more than just snogging," Harry muttered with a pout, but Hermione's glare shut him up.

Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and cast a few spells to get rid of any sign that she had been thoroughly kissed senseless by her boyfriend. After a last check, Hermione nodded in satisfaction and looked at a still sulking Harry.

With a roll of her eyes, Hermione said, "Stop acting like you just got your toy taken away and get ready. I'm going to wait a few seconds in the common room before leaving you behind."

With that, Hermione left Harry in the dorm behind her. Sometimes Harry wondered why he started to date such a stickler for the rules, but after staring at Hermione's arse as she walked away, it was obvious why. Well, that wasn't fair, Harry did love Hermione for more than just her looks, but the tight arse certainly helped.

"Why in Merlin's name does it look like you just got fucked," Daphne hissed the second Hermione sat down next to her.

"What!" Hermione whisper-yelled while looking over herself for something she missed.

Daphne pointed near the back of her neck and said, "You have hickeys all over here. Did you really lose your first time before class?"

"No," Hermione denied firmly while blushing, "Harry just distracted me for too long."

"Hmm," Daphne looked at Hermione with jealousy, "I still can't believe that Harry won't even look at me."

"Please, he notices you alright. Harry's just too loyal to even think about chasing you."

"Oh?" Daphne had bright eyes, "So you're saying there's a chance?"

Hermione knew there was more than just a chance. Any boy would be a fool to reject Daphne's advances. Not only was she a great friend, but Daphne was also one of the most attractive girls in the school. If Hermione didn't like Daphne as much as Harry did, she might actually be a jealous bint to the blonde Slytherin. Harry didn't know Hermione's future plans, but Daphne was involved in it quite heavily.

It wouldn't have been possible if Hermione hadn't been sure that Daphne was hiding her attraction to witches. It must have been the pureblood influence that made Daphne deny her sexual attraction to Hermione. And this wasn't just Hermione's wishful thinking.

While Daphne noticed Hermione staring at her assets quite frequently, Daphne didn't know that she did the same to Hermione. No straight witch would stare at Hermione's soft lips with such desire, nor would they find their eyes trailing down to Hermione's fit body.

In answer to Daphne's question, Hermione patted her arm consolingly. "Keep trying. I'm sure Harry will do something sooner or later."

"You're weird," Daphne declared, "Who says that to someone trying to steal their boyfriend?"

Hermione shrugged with a secretive smile and turned her attention to the professor. Daphne will have an epiphany eventually, but something her friend mentioned stuck to Hermione. She still hadn't made love to Harry. While some people might say that it was too early, Hermione would say they had known each other for almost seven years. That was more than enough time to know if you love someone.

Hermione looked at Harry, who was sitting with Neville on the other side of the class, and made a decision. She would push for more today.

"Right there, Harry! Yes!"

Hermione didn't particularly like to think positively about Dark Lords, but when Voldemort offed himself trying to kill Harry as a baby, passing the ability to speak parseltongue to Harry was an act worthy of praise.

Her fingers were once again buried in Harry's messy locks as Hermione tried to push his tongue deeper into her pussy. She rolled her eyes up into her head as her whole body tensed up when Hermione felt her cunt spasm around Harry's vibrating tongue.

"MERLIN! YES!"

Harry looked up at Hermione's flushed face as he slurped up her juices. It was a privilege to see Hermione completely lost to her feelings, and it was a treat to feast on her pussy as it happened. With a last lick to her tight lips as Hermione came down from her high, Harry moved up her body before claiming her mouth.

Hermione moaned as she tasted herself on Harry as she reached between their bodies to grab Harry's waiting cock. She slowly stroked the warm shaft as they swapped spit until Hermione Harry pulled away and aimed his cock right at her wet pussy.

Harry gulped at the sight that he had dreamed about for months now. He grabbed Hermione's pale legs and pushed them higher, making more space for himself in between her legs. Harry felt Hermione twitch when his cock hit her opening inadvertently when he moved to settle himself in a good position.

"You sure, Hermione? I swear we don't have to do this if you think you're not ready."

Hermione giggled before leaning up to kiss Harry. "Does it look like I'm not ready? We have the privacy charms up, and you have me wet enough to practically flood your sheets. Fuck me, Harry."

Harry's green eyes darkened in lust at those words. Having Hermione open for him, with her perky breasts bared and eyes that screamed want, was everything Harry desired. He watched Hermione's lips part and release a soft sigh as Harry slowly pushed his cock into her. One thing he was glad about was that they had been doing more than just snogging recently. Harry was sure he would have filled Hermione up by now if they weren't.

When the base of his cock was swallowed up by Hermione's cunt, Harry let out a shaky breath and looked right into her eyes. She simply repeated, "Fuck me."

Harry was happy to do that.

With testing pumps, Harry slowly started to fuck into Hermione while being careful not to be too rough. Even though she was taking it surprisingly well, Harry knew that girls didn't have the best experience in their first time. That's why he was surprised at what Hermione said next.

"Harry," Hermione sighed out while running her hands over his chest, "You don't need to be so gentle. I took potions that got rid of most of the negatives for witches when they lose their virginity. I mean it when I said fuck me."

Harry was balls-deep inside her pussy, but to give what Hermione said a test, he quickly pulled back before thrusting back roughly, his balls smacking into her firm arsecheeks with a loud clap.

"Yesss," Hermione hissed, "Just like that!"

That was all Harry needed. He knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his load if he fucked Hermione this fast, but that was why he made sure to have pepper-up potions ready to drink. That would give Harry a second wind within seconds.

When Harry started to pound into Hermione, she didn't bother to keep quiet and let him know how much she liked it.

"YES, HARRY! FUCK ME! OWN THAT TIGHT CUNT!"

Hearing the usually proper Hermione cursing only made Harry fuck her pussy harder. The loud smacks of his hips crashing into her arse was music to his ears. The calm look Hermione carried was gone, replaced with a wild fuck-fueled expression that Harry would have never imagined seeing on her.

Harry held himself up by his elbows to avoid causing Hermione and bent down to swallow her screams. The crazed fucking was accompanied by sloppy opened-mouthed kisses that had no rhythm to it. Their tongues were wildly moving against the other while the wet claps of flesh smacking into each other filled their little private bubble.

As Harry expected, he couldn't last for long. The thrusts into Hermione's cunt became even more erratic until he shot his hips forward until his cock was practically in her womb. Harry grunted into Hermione's mouth before releasing all of his cum deep inside her pussy. Hermione moaned softly as she wrapped her legs around Harry's hips to keep him as deep inside as she could. The potions she took included contraceptives, so Hermione was happy to practice taking her boyfriend's cum inside her.

After a few minutes, Harry separated from Hermione's mouth and panted harshly while staring at Hermione. She was looking up at him with lidded eyes and slightly parted lips, with her legs still locking him in place.

Without a word, Harry reached off the bed to grab a small bottle and uncapped it. After downing it in one gulp, Harry felt the cock coming back to life. Sure, he could have waited a few minutes so it would have happened naturally, but Harry preferred to be able to fuck Hermione again as soon as possible.

Hermione had a slight smile on her face as she started to get fucked again. Before Harry could get into the rhythm of pounding her pussy, Hermione forcefully reversed their positions until Harry was the one on the bottom.

Harry grunted in surprise before looking up at Hermione straddling him and decided that he liked this view too. He moved his hands to rest him on Hermione's slim waist before lightly pushing up his hips.

Hermione bit her lower lip before leaning down with her hands on Harry's chest as support. Her brunette hair hung down around Harry's head like a curtain, blocking out everything but their faces.

They made fucked well into the night, only this time it could actually be called love-making.