A/N: WaRnInG!!! This chapter gets a little graphic at the end. You Have Been Warned of Its Explicitness!!!
Chapter 5
Professor McGonagall stood gaping at the horrific sight she was watching.
"I… I don't believe it! You two! And both of you Gryffindors! Both of you *Prefects*!" McGonagall spluttered.
Harry was horrorstruck. What had he done? He would probably lose his prefectship now… let alone his Captainship of the Gryffindor Quidditch team…
But what about Hermione? Harry asked himself. She was the one who had actually wanted to be a prefect, and he (You jerk, Harry cursed himself,) had just taken that away from her.
"I must say," McGonagall said, looking very distraught, "That this… *behavior* is most unexpected of both of you! This is completely unacceptable! And for Merlin's sakes, both of you, put on some clothes this instant!"
She was looking now at Hermione, sitting static on the couch, and Harry, standing equally as motionless. Hermione began to frantically button up her shirt and clutched her tie in her hand. Harry reached for his pants and put them on while facing the fire. Incensed with himself, Harry irately fastened his pants and turned around. He donned his white shirt over his bare chest. Reaching for his glasses, Harry heard soft sniveling from beside him. Hermione was crying.
"Mister Potter," McGonagall said wearily. She paused. "Harry… I have known you since you were born. Your parents… we were very good friends… I should like to say they would not want to see you expelled." Tears began to well up in McGonagall's eyes. "And Miss Granger… You are the single most intelligent person in this school, if I may say so myself, and there is little doubt in my mind that you will wind up being valedictorian of your class. You are adroit in everything you try, Miss Granger, and there are proposals for you to become Head Girl once you are a seventh year. That goes for you as well, Mister Potter. They want you to be Head Boy. But look at both of you. Half-clothed. I am… shocked… traumatized by what I have seen tonight. Now, may I suggest we attempt to, ah, give a cursory explanation to this entire disturbing experience?" She looked from Harry to Hermione. "Now?" she pronounced.
Hermione stopped sobbing for a moment. "P-P-Please, P-professor," she begged, "Please d-d-don't expel us…"
"Oh, Miss Granger, I have no intention of expelling you," McGonagall said, her voice softening. "In fact, I am torn as to whether or not to punish you both at all… what would happen if I took points away… as you know, all point deductions and reasons for them go up on the counting board… I can't imagine the contempt you both would be met with - along with Gryffindor House - for being caught… what is it you say now? For being caught snogging in the Common Room…"
Harry almost chuckled at the irony of it all.
***
Fuck, Potter, what the hell do you think you were doing?
What are you talking about, Malfoy? And watch your language… my mind is rated strictly PG-13.
Ha. I'm terrified to see your sexy, PG-13 rated dreams.
Psh. Why are you cussing at me, anyway?
Shit, Potter, you think word doesn't get around this place quickly or something? Malfoy chuckled to himself. He had just been sitting in the Great Hall eating breakfast when fourth-year Colin Creevey had come sashaying in, proclaiming that the previous night, he'd snuck out of bed to 'meander', and he'd entered the Gryffindor Common Room at about half-past one in the morning, where he'd found Professor McGonagall chiding Harry and Hermione. Of course, rumours had spread like wildfire through the Hall, and, naturally, the entire school now knew their own version of the incident.
Fuck you, Malfoy.
That's Nora's job.
Eurgh…
Malfoy laughed to himself again. I'm leaving. G'bye, Potter… oh, and, next time, Potter, don't get caught…
Yeah, yeah… with my luck, there won't *be* a next time.
Malfoy tittered once more. He looked at his watch. Ah, Malfoy thought to himself. The all-too-convenient advantages of having breakfast at seven-thirty and your first class not until ten.
Just as Malfoy was collecting his things to head back to the Slytherin Common Room to relax, he felt a gentle caress upon his shoulder.
"Hello, Love," Malfoy said, without even having to think about it.
From behind him, Malfoy heard Nora softly murmur into his ear. "You know, darling, they don't use the Astronomy Tower until the late afternoon…"
Malfoy felt his appetite for Nora flare. "Mmm…" he hummed, "Wanna go?"
"Yeah," Nora purred.
"That's good, because I've got a real Nora Craving," Malfoy heard his own breathing become rickety as he imagined what he and Nora could be *doing* in the Astronomy Tower. He listened to Nora giggle puckishly from beside him.
"Draco," she said, "You are *so* handsome…" she playfully ran her fingers through Draco's stylishly unkempt blonde hair.
Draco stood quickly, gathered up his belongings, and started to walk towards the door, extending his arms behind him. Several seconds later, he felt Nora take his hands in hers. Draco didn't perceive it, (he was too blinded by desire) but as he strutted past the Hufflepuff first-years, he was walking right toward Professor Snape.
"Not in public, Mister Malfoy," Snape rebuked. Draco let go of Nora's hands grudgingly, but heard a tiny laugh from behind him.
Stupid Firsties, Draco thought scathingly.
It was a long walk to the Great Hall doors. When at last Draco had opened the large, oaken egresses and walked out into the main vestibule of the school, he took his beloved girlfriend in his arms and kissed her zealously.
"God, Draco," Nora mumbled through the kisses. "C'mon, lessgo… to…" Her words were suppressed by Draco's enthusiastic ardor. Draco stopped for a moment.
"The Astronomy Tower?" he asked.
Nora nodded, leaning her head upon Draco's shoulder.
"Malfoy!"
It was McGonagall.
"*How* many times? *How* many people? What *is* this school coming to?" McGonagall was ranting.
"S-s-sorry, P-Professor," Draco leapt off of Nora.
McGonagall merely shook her head, annoyed. "I am getting quite sick of this nonsense.. But I suppose it is just something I shall have to, er, contend with… children these days," she said, stalking off. Draco specifically heard her mumble, "And Dumbledore, with his 'no punishment for PDA' tenet… most stupid thing I've ever heard…"
McGonagall walked through the doors and into the Great Hall, but Draco and Nora continued on to the Astronomy Tower.
"Snogging Nazi," Draco said crossly.
***
Malfoy?
There was no answer.
Malfoy?
Still, no response came.
MALFOY! Harry gave up. He'd learned that if he'd tried thrice and Draco hadn't answered him, it meant he was off somewhere making out with Nora.
Harry happened to be sitting alone in the common room, astonishingly bored and feeling exceedingly insipid. He wished Hermione were there with him, but chances were she wouldn't want to even take the chance of sitting on the same couch as him right now. Hermione was in her Arithmancy class, Ron was in the Great Hall playing Wizards' Chess with Cho Chang, and Draco was somewhere with Nora, so Harry merely sat staring into the fire he had built and stoked himself. He then realized that it was nine o'clock in the morning, and that it was nearly seventy degrees outside. So *why* had he lit a fire?
Harry shrugged. He got up and walked up the staircase to the Gryffindor Fifth-Year Boys' Dormitory, climbing onto his bed and extracting a sheet of parchment from his black messenger bag. He also pulled out a quill and some ink, and prepared to write a note to Hermione.
Dear Hermione, Harry began, How are you?
Harry eyed his letter. He suddenly crumpled it up, deciding to start over. When he'd finished again, Harry reviewed his second-draft note to ensure its aptness:
Dear Hermione,
Hello, Hermione. How are you doing? I am very bored, but it is a colossal consolation knowing that I will be seeing you in less than an hour. You know, Hermione, you are the one thing that keeps me going during the day. The very thought of your beautiful smile, intriguing conversation, and infinite wisdom are my very incentive for subsisting these days. If only you were aware of your perfection, Hermione. I will see you in about an hour. I love you more than you can ever know.
Yours ALWAYS,
~*~ Harry ~*~
Harry hoped Hermione wouldn't think the letter idiotic. She never *seemed* to think Harry's notes were stupid.
Harry literally watched the clock for the next hour, waiting until it read "Nine - Fifty". He then gathered his things and headed off to his first class of the day, Care of Magical Creatures, with Hagrid, Ron, and Draco…
And, of course, with Hermione.
***
Hermione traipsed across the School Grounds, genuinely looking forward to her next class, Care of Magical Creatures. In her mind, Hermione began to think of all the people she'd get to see in that course. This year, three houses had been combined for one class rather than two, increasing the class size from twenty students to thirty. The fifth-year Gryffindors now had Care of Magical Creatures with the fifth-year Slytherins and Ravenclaws. Unfortunately, seeing just the *fifth-year* Ravenclaws meant that Ron wouldn't see Cho and that Draco wouldn't see Nora, but, as Hermione thought to herself, it was *their* fault for going out with people from other houses, in different years. *She* would get to see Harry for more than six hours every day. Hermione relished the thought of seeing Harry's face again. How long had it been since she'd last seen him? Twelve hours? She could hardly stand it. She was having Gorgeous-Emerald-Eyes Withdrawal.
Hermione approached Hagrid's hut. Leaning nonchalantly against a fence, talking to the teacher, were Ron and Harry. Draco Malfoy stood on the other side of the lawn, with the other Slytherins, but looking extraordinarily uncomfortable. It must be awkward for him now, Hermione thought to herself, to have to associate with kids whose parents were Dark.
Hermione had a sudden, painful recollection of her second year, when Draco had called her a "Filthy Mudblood". The incident hit Hermione in the chest like an arrow as it shot from the back of her mind. And then, there was the episode at the Quidditch World Cup, the summer before Hermione's fourth year. Draco had harassed her there as well. Had he truly been Dark then? Hermione asked herself. He surely wasn't Dark now. Hermione could sense it, in his eyes. She could feel his repentance and atonement every time Draco tried to tell a story from his youth and his now-gentle voice cracked wearily. Hermione snapped back into reality, jarred by the occurrence of her nearly tripping over a rock in the grass.
Hagrid saw Hermione and waved. Hermione gesticulated sanguinely in response. Harry turned around and smiled at her.
Hermione felt her knees weaken. If only, she thought, the lunch break were two hours instead of one… the Astronomy Tower wasn't used at that time of day, was it?
Hermione noticed two faces missing from the class: Parvati and Padma Patil, twin sisters. One (Parvati) was a Gryffindor, the other (Padma) was a Ravenclaw.
"Where are the Patils?" Hermione asked Neville Longbottom, upon reaching the hut.
Neville shrugged but leaned in and said quietly, "No one knows where they've gone. They've both been missing since this morning."
"That's odd," Hermione said. "Curious…"
Neville nodded.
"Yeah, so, you know, for a fourth-year, she lasts a long time." An Irish accent reached Hermione's ears.
"Seamus," Hermione admonished, twirling around on her heel. "You're *not* bragging about Ginny?"
Seamus nodded devilishly. "She's good," he said. "The best I've ever had." Seamus donned a dreamy expression. Oddly enough, the Ravenclaw boys surrounding him actually looked impressed. Angered, Hermione took a seething step towards the fifth-year aspirant pimp.. She scrutinized him skeptically, then clucked.
"Okay, Seamus, you Wannabe Player… By the looks of it, she must have been the only one you've ever had, and how the hell you got her, I don't know. You must have charmed her into your bed, that's all I can say. Because Ginny Weasley can do *much* better than you. Provided she actually *did* you."
Hermione stormed off irately. The boys standing around Seamus howled with mordant, sardonic laughter, and Hermione could almost feel the heat from Seamus's doubtlessly scarlet face on the back of her neck.
***
"Gather 'round, everyone, gather round…" Hagrid spoke in a cheerful voice to the mass of fifth-years surrounding him. "Now, t'day we won' be doin' anything in class, because our first creature we're working on isn't available 'till tomorrow. That animal happens to be a phoenix, on loan from our very own Professor Dumbledore. The phoenix's name is Fawkes, and we'll be harvestin' some of Fawkes's tears to give to Madam Pomfrey. We'll also be takin' notes on 'im, t'compare to t'other types o' birds we're startin' the year off with. So fer t'day yeh can jest socialize, I s'pose… lessons will start tomorrow, though."
The students dispersed into chattering groups of friends. Harry cleared his throat and tapped Hermione on the shoulder. He nervously handed her his note and smiled timidly.
Hermione looked slightly puzzled as she unfolded the letter, but as she perused Harry's message, her expression melted into one of pure contentment.
"Oh, Harry," she mused. "All of these beautiful words are for me?" She grinned widely.
Harry nodded sincerely.
Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry. "You are so good to me," she whispered.
Harry was in heaven. "I wouldn't be any good if you weren't ten times better," he said. Hermione giggled.
"I love you." She said candidly and sincerely.
Harry smiled. "I love you, too," he replied genuinely.
***
Later that evening, Draco sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, morosely staring into his soup spoon. He wondered if anyone could sense how very difficult it was to pretend that you were evil. Yet, Draco reminded himself, if he were to show his true self now, people would think someone had used a Memory Charm on him.
"Draco, are you all right?" Millicent Bullstrode, another fifth-year Slytherin, stared cantankerously at Draco.
"Y-yes, fine, sorry. What were you saying?" Draco set down his spoon and took a sip of pumpkin juice from his glass goblet.
"We were just talking about the Patil twins," Millicent said in her whiny, nasally, cranky-sounding voice. She raised a hirsute eyebrow.
"Oh," Draco answered, trying to sound interested. "What about them?"
"Well, how they've been missing all day, and now they've just turned up, but something's weird about them. Or so I hear. I hear they're in the hospital wing, but that they won't speak or hardly move or respond or anything, that they'll only say one word: 'heart'."
"It's not good to spread rumours, Millicent," Draco said impetuously.
Millicent raised the other eyebrow, looking slightly affronted. She straightened her tie, cleared her throat, and turned to the girl next to her, a first-year.
Yeah, that's right, Millicent, Draco thought to himself. Socialize with someone four years younger than you. That's *incredibly* cool.
Draco spooned some soup into his mouth. It was stone cold. It was then that he realized everyone else was eating dessert already. Oh, well, Draco considered. I'm really not that hungry anyway.
Draco was a bit preoccupied with thoughts of Nora. She had made a very odd comment that morning, which was why Draco had made the remark he had to Millicent. In the Astronomy Tower prior to CoMC, Nora and Draco had had an interesting conversation in which Nora had mentioned the Patil twins and had cited the word 'heart' at least 10 times (used each time in a non-romantic connotation).
Utterly disturbed, Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
Ron Weasley had fallen head-over-heels for Cho Chang. Harry Potter was in love with Hermione Granger (who happened to love him back). Seamus Finnegan had the hots for his own girlfriend Ginny Weasley. And it was a postulate among Hogwarts socialites that Draco Malfoy was dating Nora Cardeen, the pretty fourth-year Ravenclaw. But did Draco Malfoy like Nora Cardeen as much as everyone else thought he did?
***
"Less than a week, Draco, less than a week." Hermione was fretfully impatient.
"And you told her that you loved her?" Harry asked skeptically.
Draco nodded. He bit his lip. "I dunno, Harry, I see you and Hermione and I just don't feel that with Nora."
"What don't you feel about her that you see in us, Draco?" Hermione asked curiously.
Hermione, Draco, and Harry were sitting in Hagrid's hut. It was the only place they could go to talk without anyone suspecting anything and/or listening in on them. Hagrid had learned of Draco's remarkable personality transformation, and had (surprisingly, Harry thought,) encouraged the emergent friendship between Ron, Draco, Hermione, and Harry that had arisen.
"In you," Draco began woefully, "I see what I think is (and will always be) true love. I know that sounds terribly puerile, cliché, and juvenile, but it's really not. What you two have is rare. I doubt I'll ever find something as good as what you both have. But what I've got now isn't half of what I see."
Harry looked at Hermione. Hermione looked at Harry. They both looked at Malfoy.
"Draco," Hermione said softly, "I do notice that you seem a bit reticent around her. Like you can't just… you know, *talk*. I don't know *what* Harry and I would be like if we couldn't be friends at the same time we were going out. We do the same things we used to do when we were just friends, and then some. We've maintained the same comfortable relationship we've always had, we've just gained an extra bit. And I really don't think we make Ron feel uncomfortable when it's the three of us. We're always careful to save the affection for, well, affectionate places. But what I notice with you is that Nora is *just* a girlfriend. Like, she's only good for snogging. I know that's probably not what it really is, but that's just what it seems like."
"Most unfortunately," Draco sighed, "That's what I feel like, too."
"You need to end it, Draco," Harry said regretfully. "Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but… yeah…"
Draco nodded disconsolately. He rose slowly.
"You know, Potter," he said suddenly, a trace of his old callousness returning. "We've got a Quidditch match coming up pretty soon."
Harry laughed. Draco's expression softened. "I'm no match for you whilst you're on your Firebolt anyway. But it is *only* the broom that makes the better Seeker, you know."
Harry chuckled again. "I think we'd best be going," he said. "Hagrid's still out back in the garden. Let's go say goodbye, then, shall we?"
The three said adieus to Hagrid and schlepped back up to the castle. Draco separated from the two Gryffindors at the Great Hall doors, where he had seen Nora.
"Good Luck, Draco," Hermione had whispered.
Hermione and Harry walked through the hallways for a bit. They had clearance, now that they were prefects, to be in the halls after hours.
"Want to go up to the Astronomy Tower?" Harry asked. "It's nearly ten. There aren't any classes there anymore…"
Hermione sighed happily and nodded.
"Ah, the utter convenience of Prefectship." Harry said blissfully.
Once the pair had reached Astronomy Tower, they found a vacant corner. The two sat for a moment, when ---
"Ron?!" Harry exclaimed.
There was a flinch from the opposite corner.
"Harry, is that you?"
"Ron?!" Harry said again.
"Yeah… me and Cho… you and Hermione?"
"Yeah…"
"See you later tonight, then…"
"Yeah…"
Hermione smiled. Harry couldn't help but laugh at Ron's extreme eagerness to get back to whatever it was that he was doing.
Good thing it's dark, Harry thought to himself. Hermione's hands were wandering.
***
Hermione had decided that tonight she was going to be uninhibited. Tonight she was going to show Harry what she had. Tonight… tonight was going to be decidedly Un-Hermione-ish.
She leaned against Harry, who leaned against the wall. Her head started to slip a bit. Hermione felt Harry's strong hands take her head and lay it gently across his lap.
Hermione smiled up at her boyfriend. He took his glasses off and lay them beside him. Even in the darkness and shadows, Harry's emerald eyes were luminous. Harry stared down at Hermione, running his fingers through her long, sleek auburn hair.
Hermione kicked her shoes off and wiggled her toes. It was a mild evening, not chilly at all.
Harry leaned down deftly and placed a gentle, yet fiery, kiss upon Hermione's waiting lips. Hermione's nimble fingers found their way to the button of Harry's pants and, in an instant, the waist of Harry's chinos was past his boxers.
"Mmm, Hermione," Harry mumbled, hoisting Hermione up and putting her beside him, so that she could more dexterously do her work. Staring down at Harry's plaid boxers, Hermione craved what she knew was underneath. Her lithe fingers reached for the stretchy waistband, which she pulled down a few inches before giving an entreating whimper. Harry, sensing the inferno in Hermione's quick breathing, put his tender, sturdy hands on Hermione's elegant neck and soothingly dragged her down, putting her facedown in his lap.
Beseeching Harry with her whimpers, Hermione assiduously flicked her tongue over Harry. She was conscientious, stopping right when she knew Harry could hardly stand any more. She started to pull her head up, but Harry, wanting additional gratification, lovingly but firmly pulled her back down. Hermione smiled to herself, pulling his boxers even farther down. Whilst Hermione was hungrily conducting her business on Harry's groin, she felt his breathing getting faster and faster. She could also feel something getting harder and harder…
Harry let out a sudden moan, grasping Hermione's shoulders and bucking his hips robustly. Hermione grinned and began to lick Harry more assertively. After a few minutes, Harry lifted Hermione off of him and hauled her into the air. He briskly switched spots with her, so that Hermione was sitting against the wall. She sat, not bothering to cross her legs, though she was wearing a short shirt. Harry knelt and sat astride Hermione. Feeling deliciously submissive, Hermione whimpered again, and Harry once again satisfied her with a kiss. He also began to slowly, softly press his hips against Hermione's. Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry's waist. She pulled his boxers up and lay on her back on the ground.
Harry lay on top of her, getting into a rhythm and grunting softly with each push. Hermione bent her legs and placed a knee on either side of Harry's waist, supporting his thrusts and aiding in the steady rhythm.
Harry's grunts began to grow louder and Hermione placed a finger upon Harry's lips to hush him with a gentle smile. Harry grinned innocently, his eyes zipping over to where Ron and Cho were too wrapped up in each other to be paying any mind.
Hermione's hair lay in a corona about her, and she blew a stray strand out of her face. Her hands lay forgotten upon the ground, acting as mere support beams for Harry's pushes, which were increasing in alacrity as well as in speed.
Hermione had to admit, she was glad to be wearing a skirt, tights, *and* underwear, because if Harry hadn't been too busy to remove three layers of clothing, she knew he would be within her right now…
Harry's speed intensified more and more, and he began to grunt again. Although his tempo was rising, Harry somehow still managed to increase the force of each thrust as well. Hermione began to be wishing she *wasn't* wearing three layers of clothing…
Hermione could feel that Harry was reaching the breaking point, but she wasn't ready for it to be over yet, so, just as Harry was about to arrive upon his point of pure bliss, Hermione stopped the thrusting and rearranged the situation so that Harry, once again, was leaning with his back against the wall.
Hermione untied her tie and tossed it upon the ground.
Lucky, she thought to herself, that she'd worn her matching leopard-print bra and thong today…
She unbuttoned her blouse and untucked it from her skirt. Harry watched in heavenly agony as Hermione teased him.
Next she removed her skirt, lobbing it absentmindedly over to the tie, along with her white tights. Pulling off the blouse and disposing of it as well, Hermione knelt in only her lingerie, and this time it was *her* turn to straddle Harry.
She put his hands on her waist and swayed from side to side on his lap, dancing enticingly and ostentatiously brushing up against Harry's hungry, aroused groin.
Harry moaned longingly, tipping his head back and pulling Hermione down harder upon his lap. He bent his legs and pulled his knees toward his strapping chest.
Hermione began to rock back and forth, leaning her back so it were touching Harry's thighs and pitching her hips against Harry's blatant signal of his pleasure.
He moaned again, louder this time, and with more breathlessness. He gasped as Hermione sped up, tightening his grip on her waist and impelling her with his own hands.
Hermione stopped using her own muscles to move and just sat there. Harry drove her up and down, faster and harder than she was able to do on her own.
Abruptly, Harry let out a ripping cry and his grip suddenly loosened. Hermione felt his boxers get rapidly drenched beneath her and knew that he had reached the extremity of his delight. Still breathing quickly and with his eyes still closed, Harry kissed Hermione passionately and whispered feverishly, "Thank you…"
***
The End (Of Chapter 5, that is…)
A/N: SEE! I told you!!!! Lemony goodness! From YOURS TRULY! You asked for more "spice", so I gave you mo' "spice"!!! (Take that, Erin. LoL.) You like? You hate? LEMME KNOW!!! If you enjoyed this chappie, PLEASE tell me so I know whether or not to write more crap like this or whether to keep it strictly literary. J K PLEASE review!!!!
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~*~ The Lazy Urchin ~*~