Disclaimer: This is a Harry Potter fanfic. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and any of the other characters do not belong to me, sadly enough, but they do belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. The places mentioned (the common room, the Great Hall, Hogwarts, etc.) also do not belong to me. They are the creations of J.K Rowling's mind, and always will be. So, don't sue me for using them, and BE NICE.
Thanks for all the wonderful reviews, everyone! Now I can't wait to continue my story, because I have some new story ideas and love tangles and such...so keep coming back and reading! Also, when I ask for reviews, if I say 25, I don't mean 25 more. On the last chapter, I had 22 reviews, so I asked for 25. I think that was a little bit of a misunderstanding.
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Chapter Four:
Closet Space
Hermione giggled as Harry kissed her neck. She was playing with his black hair, messy as usual, as he moved his hands up and down her back, drawing small circles with his fingers.
It was another class-free Saturday. Most of the school was at Hogsmeade, but Harry, Hermione, and a few other Gryffindors had decided to stay back. The other students stayed back so they could enjoy the beautiful weather outside on the grounds, and some just didn't feel like going. Harry and Hermione, however, stayed back for some alone time, since they rarely got any time to themselves during the school week.
"There's a Halloween dance coming up soon, you know that, right?" Harry asked Hermione, who was perched carefully on his lap.
Hermione nodded empathetically. "I can hardly wait!" she exclaimed. "Hogwarts dances are always a lot of fun. But the dance committee still has a lot of planning to do, or so says Lacey, Lavender, and Parvati."
"Yeah..."
They sat in a long silence. Finally, Hermione jumped up from Harry's lap, startling him. "Let's go exploring, Harry, like we used to do when we were younger! Remember how Ron, you, and I found Fluffy our first year? Let's explore!" she said.
Harry smiled up at her. It wasn't like Hermione to want to break the rules, but if she wanted to..."Okay!" Harry agreed quickly. He grabbed her hand and together they walked out the portrait hole.
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"I haven't seen this part of the castle before."
Harry put a comforting arm around his girlfriend. "It's okay, Herm. It's not like we're lost." He was still trying to convince himself of that, though. Hogwarts was a very big, very mysterious castle. The stairways changed, the pictures talked, and sometimes it almost seemed as if the halls themselves changed. But Harry was almost confident that they would find the portrait of the Fat Lady, to be able to get back to their common room. And they had a while to look, too, Harry noted, looking at his watch and seeing it was only 12:00.
They continued walking until they came upon a door. It was a regular old Muggle door that seemed to have no enchantment on it, no lock, or anything. Hermione cautiously opened it, waiting for a monster like Fluffy to pop out and maim her. But that didn't happen; Hermione reached in to find a light switch, and the two realized that it was only a closet filled with old brooms and mops and cleaners.
Harry laughed, and stepped in. Hermione followed, and they looked at all the bottles. "Yummy Yummy Floor Cleaner for Schools," Hermione said, reading a bottle. "Verry Berry Cleaner."
Harry and Hermione had a fun time just looking at the names of the old cleaners. When they were ready to leave, they turned, and saw that the door was shut. Hermione looked up at Harry, puzzled. "Did you shut the door?"
He shook his head. "Did you?"
"No."
Hermione reached out to open the door, but no matter how hard she turned the handle, the door would not budge. After a while of banging and beating on the door, Hermione sat down on an old milk crate and sulked. "Damn," she muttered. She looked up at Harry, who was grinning. "What are you smiling about, Harry? We're locked in a stupid closet, and the rest of the student body will be back for dinner in a couple of hours. They won't even notice we're gone, since we haven't been with them all day. Who knows how long it will take them to find us in this abandoned part of the school, anyway?"
Harry started laughing and pulled a milk crate up beside of Hermione. "We could gripe and complain about this," Harry said, "or we could make the best of it. We've been complaining that we never get any alone time, and here we finally are, locked in a small closet in a part of Hogwarts nobody ever comes to. That's just luck, Herm."
Hermione began to smile. "I think you're right, Harry," she said. "Let's make the best of this." She stood up and kicked the milk crate she was sitting on away. "The floor space in here is quite big..."
Harry looked at her and gaped. "Herm, are you suggesting..."
"You know very well what I'm suggesting Harry Potter."
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Harry smiled down at Hermione lovingly. She stared into her cinnamon brown eyes intently. "That was—the best thing I have ever experienced in my entire life!" The couple was sitting up against a wall, exhausted from the first lovemaking of their lives.
Hermione smiled at Harry. She looked his now fully-clothed body up and down, and stopped at his scar. She brought a hand up and touched it gently. "Me too, Harry," she said wistfully, sighing contentedly.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, Hermi. I would never hurt you intentionally," Harry told her.
"It's okay, Harry. It was supposed to hurt some. And the only reason it hurt is because you are too big," Hermione replied, vaguely remembering how she had cried out in pain when he had entered her. It hurt so bad that she had almost begged him to stop, although she didn't in the end.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Big? I thought I was normal," he said with a laugh.
Hermione giggled. "I have a brother and a dad, and I've caught a few glimpses," she said.
"Well...I thought your mother would be a little more careful to keep you from getting glimpses."
Suddenly, Harry's face turned as white as a ghost. "Hermione...we weren't careful. We didn't use protection!"
Hermione gasped. Her mouth fell open. Suddenly, she began to cry. "Oh no. W—what if I g—get p—pregnant?" she asked through sobs. She clutched Harry's arm tightly.
Harry stood up and pulled Hermione up with him. "I did something stupid. It's my fault. I should have stopped myself!"
"It's too late to think about that now!"
"Well, there's probably some way to stop you from getting pregnant, Herm...Some kind of charm or something that prevents conception even after it happened. Which isn't for sure."
Hermione continued crying as she said, "Yeah...maybe..."
"Don't cry, Herm. We need to get out of this closet. Before...anything else happens."
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"Where have you guys been?" Ron asked from a chair in the common room, which was now buzzing with activity.
Hermione looked at Harry guiltily and then looked at Ron. "The library," she answered, trying to sound convincable.
Ron laughed. "Figures. You could go out to Hogsmeade, but you two stay here to go to the library?" he asked. "Were you working on the Great People of the Past project or whatever it was?"
Hermione gasped. She suddenly remembered the night she had waited for Harry so they could work on their project. "Actually—"
"Yeah, we were," Harry said quickly, cutting Hermione off. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back outside the portrait hole, saying bye to Ron over his shoulder.
"Why did you do that?"
"Do you really want Ron asking questions, Hermione?" When she shook her head no, Harry said, "That's what I thought. When Ron gets to ask questions, he usually figures it out. So, if anyone asks where we were, we were working on our project, not letting our hormones take us over and having sex in a closet. Speaking of the project, I believe we need to go work on it. And find a certain charm." Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her to the library.
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Well, that's it. I didn't really like this chapter much...I dunno what happened really. I guess I kinda got lazy. I don't know. Anyway, I'm gonna make up for it by giving an extra good chapter five.
Thanks for all the wonderful reviews, everyone! Now I can't wait to continue my story, because I have some new story ideas and love tangles and such...so keep coming back and reading! Also, when I ask for reviews, if I say 25, I don't mean 25 more. On the last chapter, I had 22 reviews, so I asked for 25. I think that was a little bit of a misunderstanding.
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Chapter Four:
Closet Space
Hermione giggled as Harry kissed her neck. She was playing with his black hair, messy as usual, as he moved his hands up and down her back, drawing small circles with his fingers.
It was another class-free Saturday. Most of the school was at Hogsmeade, but Harry, Hermione, and a few other Gryffindors had decided to stay back. The other students stayed back so they could enjoy the beautiful weather outside on the grounds, and some just didn't feel like going. Harry and Hermione, however, stayed back for some alone time, since they rarely got any time to themselves during the school week.
"There's a Halloween dance coming up soon, you know that, right?" Harry asked Hermione, who was perched carefully on his lap.
Hermione nodded empathetically. "I can hardly wait!" she exclaimed. "Hogwarts dances are always a lot of fun. But the dance committee still has a lot of planning to do, or so says Lacey, Lavender, and Parvati."
"Yeah..."
They sat in a long silence. Finally, Hermione jumped up from Harry's lap, startling him. "Let's go exploring, Harry, like we used to do when we were younger! Remember how Ron, you, and I found Fluffy our first year? Let's explore!" she said.
Harry smiled up at her. It wasn't like Hermione to want to break the rules, but if she wanted to..."Okay!" Harry agreed quickly. He grabbed her hand and together they walked out the portrait hole.
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"I haven't seen this part of the castle before."
Harry put a comforting arm around his girlfriend. "It's okay, Herm. It's not like we're lost." He was still trying to convince himself of that, though. Hogwarts was a very big, very mysterious castle. The stairways changed, the pictures talked, and sometimes it almost seemed as if the halls themselves changed. But Harry was almost confident that they would find the portrait of the Fat Lady, to be able to get back to their common room. And they had a while to look, too, Harry noted, looking at his watch and seeing it was only 12:00.
They continued walking until they came upon a door. It was a regular old Muggle door that seemed to have no enchantment on it, no lock, or anything. Hermione cautiously opened it, waiting for a monster like Fluffy to pop out and maim her. But that didn't happen; Hermione reached in to find a light switch, and the two realized that it was only a closet filled with old brooms and mops and cleaners.
Harry laughed, and stepped in. Hermione followed, and they looked at all the bottles. "Yummy Yummy Floor Cleaner for Schools," Hermione said, reading a bottle. "Verry Berry Cleaner."
Harry and Hermione had a fun time just looking at the names of the old cleaners. When they were ready to leave, they turned, and saw that the door was shut. Hermione looked up at Harry, puzzled. "Did you shut the door?"
He shook his head. "Did you?"
"No."
Hermione reached out to open the door, but no matter how hard she turned the handle, the door would not budge. After a while of banging and beating on the door, Hermione sat down on an old milk crate and sulked. "Damn," she muttered. She looked up at Harry, who was grinning. "What are you smiling about, Harry? We're locked in a stupid closet, and the rest of the student body will be back for dinner in a couple of hours. They won't even notice we're gone, since we haven't been with them all day. Who knows how long it will take them to find us in this abandoned part of the school, anyway?"
Harry started laughing and pulled a milk crate up beside of Hermione. "We could gripe and complain about this," Harry said, "or we could make the best of it. We've been complaining that we never get any alone time, and here we finally are, locked in a small closet in a part of Hogwarts nobody ever comes to. That's just luck, Herm."
Hermione began to smile. "I think you're right, Harry," she said. "Let's make the best of this." She stood up and kicked the milk crate she was sitting on away. "The floor space in here is quite big..."
Harry looked at her and gaped. "Herm, are you suggesting..."
"You know very well what I'm suggesting Harry Potter."
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Harry smiled down at Hermione lovingly. She stared into her cinnamon brown eyes intently. "That was—the best thing I have ever experienced in my entire life!" The couple was sitting up against a wall, exhausted from the first lovemaking of their lives.
Hermione smiled at Harry. She looked his now fully-clothed body up and down, and stopped at his scar. She brought a hand up and touched it gently. "Me too, Harry," she said wistfully, sighing contentedly.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, Hermi. I would never hurt you intentionally," Harry told her.
"It's okay, Harry. It was supposed to hurt some. And the only reason it hurt is because you are too big," Hermione replied, vaguely remembering how she had cried out in pain when he had entered her. It hurt so bad that she had almost begged him to stop, although she didn't in the end.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Big? I thought I was normal," he said with a laugh.
Hermione giggled. "I have a brother and a dad, and I've caught a few glimpses," she said.
"Well...I thought your mother would be a little more careful to keep you from getting glimpses."
Suddenly, Harry's face turned as white as a ghost. "Hermione...we weren't careful. We didn't use protection!"
Hermione gasped. Her mouth fell open. Suddenly, she began to cry. "Oh no. W—what if I g—get p—pregnant?" she asked through sobs. She clutched Harry's arm tightly.
Harry stood up and pulled Hermione up with him. "I did something stupid. It's my fault. I should have stopped myself!"
"It's too late to think about that now!"
"Well, there's probably some way to stop you from getting pregnant, Herm...Some kind of charm or something that prevents conception even after it happened. Which isn't for sure."
Hermione continued crying as she said, "Yeah...maybe..."
"Don't cry, Herm. We need to get out of this closet. Before...anything else happens."
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"Where have you guys been?" Ron asked from a chair in the common room, which was now buzzing with activity.
Hermione looked at Harry guiltily and then looked at Ron. "The library," she answered, trying to sound convincable.
Ron laughed. "Figures. You could go out to Hogsmeade, but you two stay here to go to the library?" he asked. "Were you working on the Great People of the Past project or whatever it was?"
Hermione gasped. She suddenly remembered the night she had waited for Harry so they could work on their project. "Actually—"
"Yeah, we were," Harry said quickly, cutting Hermione off. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back outside the portrait hole, saying bye to Ron over his shoulder.
"Why did you do that?"
"Do you really want Ron asking questions, Hermione?" When she shook her head no, Harry said, "That's what I thought. When Ron gets to ask questions, he usually figures it out. So, if anyone asks where we were, we were working on our project, not letting our hormones take us over and having sex in a closet. Speaking of the project, I believe we need to go work on it. And find a certain charm." Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her to the library.
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Well, that's it. I didn't really like this chapter much...I dunno what happened really. I guess I kinda got lazy. I don't know. Anyway, I'm gonna make up for it by giving an extra good chapter five.
