Tuesday evening, I sneak up to the girls' dormitory. I open the door slowly. Only Hermione is in here, so I enter.
I remove the Invisibility Cloak and sit next to her. I say, "Hi Hermione."
"I did not say you can enter." she says.
"You're upset." I say.
"How perceptive." she says sarcastically.
"Hard not to notice. Even Malfoy poked fun at it." I say.
"Amazing how I could be friends with a sensitive jerk." she says.
I admit, "I am a jerk at times. However, I never intend to hurt you."
"Like this morning?"
"Did my dick injure you? I didn't think it would scratch you so badly."
"No, not that. You exposed your dick as a statement!"
"You have exposed your breasts as a statement."
"That's different!"
"How? I illustrated that you make me happy. You flashed yours at Harry."
"It just is different."
"By one iota, maybe. You may use your beauty to make a point, that's fine by me."
"Of course you wouldn't have a problem you pervert!"
I stroke her hair. I say, "Hermione, you're my friend. I don't have any hangups with being naked around you. I know you're not as comfortable about that,t. I'll wait until you're ready. If my timing offended you, them I'm out of line. I apologize."
"Of course I don't have 'hangups' about you being naked. Your timing sucked this morning. Suppose Harry's left."
I ask, "Want to try my bed again?"
"Why not mine?"
"If the others notice Harry is not there, I need to cover up."
"Suppose he's having fun."
"Yes he is. I could tell this morning that they did something last night."
"Did he fuck?"
"Says no, I believe him." I say.
"She explains his bubbly attitude." says Hermione.
I say, "Not really. It contributes of course. Let's switch dorms."
Hermione conjures a fake dummy for her bed and covers it. The curtains about her four poster are drawn. We climb down and up stairs into the boys dormitory.
I notice Harry's curtains are open. Seamus is in the dorm notices this too.
Seamus asks, "Ron, do you know where Harry is?"
I reply, "Probably studying a pair of melons. I wouldn't want to disturb him if I were you." I walk to Harry's bed and close the curtains. I say, "To keep your mind off it. Ignore, be happy.
Seamus is dumbfounded by this. He asks, "Do you realize the points we'd lose if he got caught?"
I say, "Has that bothered him before? If you go looking for him, it'll attract the teacher's attention to it."
Seamus mutters, "Wouldn't be surprised to find you and Hermione snogging up here sometime." Seamus climbs into bed and draws his curtains.
I strip naked and climb into my bed adjacent to Hermione. I pull the curtains.
"Pair of melons?" she whispers to me angrily.
I whisper, "Sorry, that's what Seamus understands. When I look at you, I see your face, the smile of many adventures, a friend." She seems flattered and kisses me.
"Tell you what, watch me." she whispers.
Slowly, she strips naked right in front of me. I get aroused immediately.
Our mouths approach. We start massaging each other. Our moans must be audible.
Seamus says, "Hey Ron, can you keep it down? I know you're playing with yourself enthusiastically, but you should save it for Hermione!"
Strange because I think someone else is in Seamus' bed.
After our fun, we're so relaxed that we doze off. The covers somehow made their way onto us.
I wake Wednesday morning to Seamus shaking me. Hermione is upset. Fortunately, my covers are hiding most of her.
"Don't worry Ron, I'll keep this quiet. Did you have some fun?" says Seamus.
"Like you and Lavender last night?" I ask.
Seamus says, "Figured you might find out. Anyways, if we spilled this, there will be teachers patrolling this dorm every night."
"Why are you bugging us?" asks Hermione.
"Well, Alicia wants to talk to the Quidditch team this morning before breakfast. So, she had me fetch you and Harry. I see he's still studying those melons."
I say, "Of course, it's only seven. He'll show sometime before eight."
"What the hell do I tell Alicia?" he asks.
"Um, Harry is unavailable until eight. I'll be down in maybe fifteen or twenty minutes." I say.
Seamus looks very frustrated, but turns to leave. He opens the door and the remainder rest of the Quidditch team bursts in. I quickly toss the Invisibility Cloak over Hermione and I stick my head out of my curtains.
"Hey! I'm not decent right now." I protest.
George grabs my wand from my dresser and he says, "In case you were getting any ideas."
I stick out my arm and summon over a clean towel. I tell him, "Are you sure?"
"Yikes, a dangerous little brother we have George." says Fred.
I get up and wrap the towel about my waist. I open the curtains up and I hear Hermione creeping for the door.
Josh Brenner peeks into Harry's empty bed and asks, "Where's Harry?"
I say, "Pervert, he's in an alternate sleeping location. Unavailable until at least eight."
"Unavailable?" asks Alicia.
"Yeah, I wouldn't want to disturb him. He'd get very upset." I say.
Seamus creeps back in.
He says, "Sorry Ron. Harry is apparently studying a pair of melons."
I notice the door staying open a bit longer than usual, Hermione must be sneaking out, naked too.
George asks, "Really? Which pair?"
I state, "Sorry, that's need-to-know information. That does not include you George. Alicia, why this early morning invasion anyways?"
Alicia says, "Harry's marks. It has come to our attention that his studies have been slipping."
I say, "Well, he will be here before breakfast. In the meanwhile, if you'll excuse me."
They don't make an effort to stop me. I enter the bathroom and get into the shower. There loud talking drifts through the door.
"Unavailable, I can't believe it!" says Alicia.
Fred says, "Nice excuse. Angelina, can I use it?"
Angelina says, "What?! You know my stand!"
"Why do those assholes think they can do anything?" demands Josh Brenner.
"Harry is the best seeker we've had." says George.
I step out of the shower. Hermione is standing there.
I whisper, "You did this in front of them?"
She replies, "Would you rather streak for the team?"
She points to some of my clothes that she piled onto the counter. I kiss her. She watches as I dry off and dress. We exit back into the dormitory.
Seamus says, "Whoa! You're doing good Ron."
I reply, "Haven't you noticed that its a bit crowded in here?"
Fred says, "We are going to wait until Harry shows up."
I walk over to my dresser. My watch reads ten to eight. Harry's bed sways a bit. He peeks out and sees the crowd. We exchange looks.
Open Harry's curtains.
I say, "Well, I don't see him here."
Hermione picks up on this. She opens the door as if to leave. She says, "Ron, meet you downstairs in a few moments." She exits the room.
Moments later, Harry wanders in. He's barefoot but dressed with a T-shirt and pants.
Harry asks, "Where's the funeral?"
"Your recent marks. Nice of you to show up to your dormitory." Alicia says, lacing it with sarcasm.
George says, "We know that you've got a busy schedule with classes, Quidditch, and active social life among other things."
Alicia says, "Your recent marks have demonstrated a problem. McGonagall has made it clear to me, this is a school so classwork come first."
Fred says, "In short Harry, if these bad marks continue, you'll be kicked off the team. I don't want that to happen."
"Thanks." says Harry.
Alicia says, "This is your warning to improve the marks. McGonagall did say that your work this week has been good, but any more bad marks will result in your removal from this team."
"The Slytherins and Malfoy would be thrilled." says Seamus.
Angelina says, "Thus, as your team, we're going to help. Breakfast will be delivered."
Harry draws the bed curtains, ducks behind them and out of view. Alicia starts to move over to see him. She gets a glimpse of Harry in just his briefs. Harry's face goes pink.
I say, "Alicia, stop and give him a bit of privacy. Unless of course, you want to be placed as a name in the pool."
The team chuckles as Alicia backs away.
I turn to George and say, "Mind if I place a wager?"
"Ron, you know I can't let you. It'd be nepotism." George replies.
Angelina says, "It's not nepotism Ron. You're likely in the know and could drain them dry."
"Which means I'm probably disqualified as well." jokes Harry.
George says, "Unless you're social life is that busy that you're forgetting the names. Of course, it'd explain your poor marks."
"That's why we're here." says Alicia.
Harry says, "Just to let you know guys, Dumbledore did speak with me before the holiday about my marks. We've come up with an arrangement. The marks will be improving."
"So far, he's got all his essays done this week." I say.
Seamus says, "You should have seen Snape during Potions. He thought Harry was cheating. Snape was furious with Harry."
"That's normal." says Fred.
Seamus says, "Yeah, but Harry was different and very happy. Harry had the nerve to politely greet Snape and Malfoy. Snape was not able to puncture Harry's good mood."
"Still found excuses to take points, but it was funny." I say.
"So that's why Snape forced those drug tests at yesterday's practice." says George.
Dobby and several other elves deliver breakfast. Hermione enters back into the dormitory.
Alicia says, "So what is this arrangement Harry? If we can help in any way."
Fred says, "Alicia, you and Harry could fit onto that bed together."
Alicia just glares at Fred.
Harry says, "Essentially, spend more time on my social life.".
The team looks dumbfounded by this.
I say, "Harry shifts his schedule. He pursues the social life at night, usually in a bed somewhere. This allows him time for classes, Quidditch, and homework during the day. However, this is on the condition of improved marks." I see the look on George's face so I add, "Do not try to follow Harry's lead on this."
"So, Harry messes up his marks and is allowed to spend time in bed with girls?" asks Seamus.
"No, Dumbledore doesn't want Harry to flunk out." I say.
Harry boils over a bit. Out of frustration, he says with heavy sarcasm, "Seamus, do you know what it's like to have a love life checked out by everyone? Or, having to consult with the teachers because I want to kiss someone? How about when I plan a date, having to worry about what Voldemort and the Death eaters are doing?
"Oh, I don't have to even pay attention because I can read all about it in the Daily Prophet! Front page news is 'Harry Potter kisses Girl on Date', minute by minute details complete with pictures. Maybe I should consult Rita Skeeter about which socks I should be wearing."
Harry picks out several mismatched socks and puts them on.
Alicia stays out of this. Instead she merely says, "Harry, if you need help with your schoolwork, ask us. We can assist. Just be sure to improve your marks."
Alicia gives Harry a quick kiss on his cheek. It's funny how a girl team captain can manage things. Collectively, the team, Seamus, and Hermione exit the dormitory and head for classes.
Wednesday evening, Harry pops into my bedroom around nine. This time, he's carrying a bunch of papers and is wearing just his briefs. He set down his wand onto my desk and closes my door. He drops his briefs onto the floor. He sits on my bed and cuddles me.
He asks, "Gia, how was your day?"
"Aside from Derek? It was okay." says Gia.
He says, "I'll see how I can help. It's been interesting for me." He hands me a copy of Witch Weekly. "Turn to page 6." he says.
I open it to find the "All Things Harry Potter" section. Yikes, he has an entire section? I read it, fascinating so many chapters, even a convention!
He says, "Yeah, depressing isn't it. I just found out about this yesterday. Sure, I was aware of a few people as fans. Wasn't aware it included..." He reaches for the article, "fifty thousand registered fans. Half of it is gossip, so take some of it with a grain of salt."
I ask, "What is this book, The Romantic Wizard?"
He says, "Oh yeah, bought that over the holiday. It's quite useful. That's where I figured out how to enchant your ring. Other things are there when we need them."
"So, what are those other papers?"
He says, "Letters. According to Witch Weekly they think I'm available. So, girls, complete strangers, send proposals."
"Why are you showing me these?"
He says, "Gia, I love you. I'm being sent unsolicited proposals by others, I felt that you should at least be aware of it. Would you like it to just stumble across one of these letters?"
"No." I admit.
He says, "I like you. I love you. You have my heart. Have you ever had a crush on somebody, young and famous boy? I mean, for instance, Prince William or somebody else. A famous TV actor perhaps? A singer?"
I admit, "I almost wrote Jonathan Taylor Thomas."
He kisses me and says, "These sixty wrote me in the same fashion. Want to read them?"
I grab one and open it.
=== LETTER ====Dear Harry Potter
I read about you being available in Witch Weekly. I'm 14 years, slick black hair, blue eyes, six feet tall, twelve stones, and available. I love Quidditch. I attend the prestigious Kent Witches Academy. I'm a lifetime member of the UHP. I find you really attractive, can I be your girlfriend?
Jennifer Crawford.enc: Naked picture of me.
================I open the next one.
=== LETTER ====Dear Harry Potter
Would you be interested in a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend? I'm six foot two, fourteen stones, sixteen years, and very capable of being a great boyfriend. I attend the Oxford Academy of Magic. You're very handsome and sexy.
Bob Pitchforkenc: Naked picture of me.
================Harry says, "Yeah, there's a few like that one. So, I how do I write rejections, but without destroying them."
"Or just get rid of them." I say.
"If you had wrote Jonathan Taylor Thomas and didn't receive a response?"
"Harry, most everybody who writes does it as a phase. They'd get over a lack of response." I say.
"Still." he says. He grabs a piece of paper and a pen. He writes,
================Dear
Thank you for writing. I am not interested in pursuing a relationship with you.
Harry Potter.
================I say, "Hmm, bit harsh. Before you commit to this, do you want to answer fan mail for life?"
"But if I don't respond.." says Harry.
I say, "The girls will understand. If you respond, you'll encourage more. These will write back demanding explanations. If you don't respond, it's easier on them."
"Won't they be upset? I don't want that convention to be 1500 suicides."
I say, "Harry, in this case, no response is the best response. Sure, they will be upset that you didn't reply. Celeste did write Jonathan Taylor Thomas and he did respond. She was devastated for the longest time because of that. She would have better off without a response."
He says, "I'd feel like an asshole to not respond."
"Harry, it's admirable that you want to reply. But that's the worst thing. It'll just encourage more letters." I say. I place the letters and article onto the desk. "Don't worry about them."
"You're probably right. Wonder if there is a Hogwarts Dating Service? You know, give these letters to them."
I say, "Probably not. They wrote to you, not the dating service. They'd be just as thrilled getting a proposal from complete strangers as you are."
Harry kisses me. "Thanks."
I say, "Glad you shared it. Funny, most boys at school have the opposite problem from what you have. They seem to have trouble finding anybody."
At Divination Thursday, Trelawney tells the class, "We have completed our work on mind reading. The Fates inform us that we will master Tarot cards."
As usual, the class divides into pairs, each with a deck of cards. Harry and Ron sit at a table and face each other.
Ron draws a card and consults the book. He says, "Good, looks like you'll have sex within a year." He draws another card and says, "Ooh, deadly enemy." Ron draws a third card and says, "My, I don't want to say."
"Come on." says Harry.
"At least one death." says Ron.
Trelawney comes over. She says, "Dear me, rather not say."
Harry says, "Ron just did. How much longer do I have?"
Trelawney glares at Harry before looking back at the cards. She says gloomily, "Death, death of a cherished associate and mortal peril for you."
Harry says, "Well, guess I should enjoy the time left. Say Ron, how many girls do you think I can squeeze into my bed with me?"
The class looks at them scandalously. Trelawney moves over to Pavarti and Lavender.
Harry starts drawing cards. He consults the charts in the books. He says, "Be sure to use those condoms." Harry draws another card and says, "Great grief." On another card he says, "Malfoy injures you."
Meanwhile, Seamus and Dean were trading similar jaunts. Toward the end of the lesson, they make a final exchange.
Dean draws a card and says, "Seamus, I see a naked Lavender in your future."
Lavender angrily exclaims, "What??"
Seamus punches Dean. They continue fighting. Harry and Ron intercede.
Trelawney is furious and says, "Hundred points taken and detention to both Mr Finnigan and Mr Thomas. Fifty points to Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley for breaking it up. The four of you will go to the Hospital Wing in a moment."
Harry protests, "I'm okay!"
"Humor me then Mr Potter." says Trelawney.
Ron says, "Harry, you don't want the final prediction coming true before you get a chance to, you know."
Trelawney turns to the class and says, "Everyone take a deck of Tarot cards to borrow. Next week, essays on each of the cards and the possible interpretations. Until next time."
Thursday evening I watch as Harry pops in about ten. Like most evenings anymore, he's just wearing his underwear.
He kisses me and says, "Sorry, bit late. An essay took a bit more work than I'd expected." Then he notices and says, "Hi Brian, Celeste."
"Nice seeing you Harry. We're done with our homework for the evening, so we're going." says Brian. I can tell, he's giving me some space with Harry.
Celeste says, "Bye, see you tomorrow. Aren't you a bit overdressed Harry?" She's trying to invoke a reaction in me. However, she and Brian leave.
I turn back to Harry who seems to agree with Celeste. He is now naked and sitting cross-legged facing me. He's holding a deck of cards.
"Tarot cards, we're trying to read them in Divination. Want to give it a try?" he asks.
"In a bit, maybe." I say.
He draws several cards anyways. "Hmm, your school's in trouble. Year might end early." I like the sound of that. He picks up a card and sets the deck aside.
"How was your day?" he asks, as usual.
"You always ask that." I say.
He looks into my eyes and says, "Of course, I'm interested. I'll share my day."
"Fine." I say.
He describes Defense Against the Dark Arts. Herbology sounds fun, wish they had something similar. The jaunts with Malfoy at lunch. Divination with the Tarot cards and a fight. Care of Magical Creatures sounds interesting. He describes the Quidditch practice including George and Fred's prank on Ron.
"Tell you what," he says. My 'Little Bear' zooms into his hands. He cuddles me and reads it.
He says, "Gia, I can read it in you, your day was a bad one. Did I improve it?" How did he figure that?
"Yeah." I say as I kiss him.
"So, what happened?" he asks.
"That bully Derek kinda got to me this morning. And then, because we've missed too many days this year, we have to go Saturday as well." I tell him.
"Are you allowed to bring guests?"
"Yeah, have to vouch for them, but its been done." I say.
"I'll see if I can arrange to tag along. See what it's like."
"You'll do that?"
He says, "If you're going to be stuck in school Saturday, I'll accompany you. When does your school let out?"
"Half past three usually, about fifteen minute walk after that."
"I'll need to return to Hogwarts for the evening, but this'll work."
"Anyways, Derek called me a slut, with references to Snuffles."
"You are not a slut."
"Still has a way of getting to me. Rest of the history class joined in, even the teacher."
"Shouldn't have."
"I know, but I thought Snuffles would have done something."
"Snuffles only protects you from physical harm. He won't interfere in your life unless you're in danger of real harm. Which means, he won't stop the teasing."
"All day, people were tossing jaunts at me because of that. Only Brian and Celeste seemed to care."
"I care."
"Know you do, but you weren't there."
"I'll be there Saturday. I know my headmaster will consent. He's a fan."
"Who exactly is a fan anyways? How's that different from a friend"
"Remember that article? The letters? When a fan sees me, they see my story. When a friend sees me, they see me just Harry."
"I'm getting the full picture." I say.
He admits, "First time was a bit weird. Getting used to it now."
"Weird?"
"Dunno, just felt strange that's all. First time jitters, that's all."
"Strange? Jitters?"
"Yeah, I mean if I walked down the street naked, I'd be arrested. Have you been naked for a boy before?"
"No."
"Try it, and you'll understand. If you're ready and want to." He plays with my panties.
"Strip tease?"
I slowly remove my bra and panties. Dunno, I like him ogling a bit. Hie seems very aroused with approval. Strangely, he doesn't move to fuck like I had expected. I mean, from what most girls say, that's the first thing guys do when both are naked. Somehow he senses this.
He says, "Gia, it'd be hurting you to fuck now. We'll wait until we're ready."
"Are you alright?"
"Gia, it's about trust. I see you and have passions, but fucking everytime we're naked would undermine our trust."
"You pass, unbelievable."
"I can see it in your eyes, you concur."
We lay down side by side under the covers, cradle each other, and fall asleep.
I awoke peacefully Friday morning to Harry with his head in between the curtains of Ron's bed. He sees that I'm naked!
"Good morning pervert!" I say.
"Glad to see your love lives are maturing." he says.
"Argh! You prat!"
Harry says, "Thanks. Actually I stuck my head in cause I was going to wake Ron. Though with you here, I won't have to sneak into the girls dormitory."
"You wouldn't!"
"I would 'cause I didn't see either of you at breakfast. Charms is in fifteen minutes."
"Is it that late already?"
"Yes." says Harry.
I shake Ron a bit. "What?" Ron demands. Then Ron sees Harry, and Ron says "Get out Pervert!"
"Time for class you two. Get dressed." says Harry, withdrawing his head.
"What time is it?" Ron asks.
"Quarter to eight according to Harry." I reply.
"Nice oversleeping I guess."
"But no breakfast."
"Fancy conjouring something up during Charms?" asks Ron.
"Flitwick would get a kick out of it."
We get up, Harry sees me naked but doesn't say anything. Fortunately Ron does not appear notice.
"I'll be in the common room." Harry says.
I just grab my things and follow him out.
At the base of the stairs, Harry says to me, "You do have beauty Hermione."
I'm flattered, but is Harry coming on to me? He sees my concern and follows me up to my dormitory.
Harry says, "Yes, I do like your beauty, but my passions are with Gia."
"So you followed me into my dormitory?" I ask.
"Looks like it. We've seen each other naked now."
"Yeah, talk about it. Have you seen Gia like this?"
"Yes."
"Have you fucked? Be honest."
"No. Surprised her actually by not fucking."
I feel his forehead. I say, "Are you alright? Should you see Madam Pomfrey?"
"Fucking would've been too soon, I intend to when Gia and I are both ready."
I'm dressed so we head back to the common room. Ron's waiting.
"What the hell?" Ron demands. We head for the portrait hole.
"Just talking" I say.
"While you were naked?" Ron asks.
"Ron, it's okay." I say. I put my hand down his pants for a moment. He gets the drift.
Harry says, "Looks like Hermione's found your control point. Any luck?"
"Still, Harry saw you naked!" Ron says.
Harry says, "Quiet! Ron, I'd trust you and Gia being naked." and then whispers to Ron. "Do you trust me?"
Ron is still steaming a bit but quiets up. We arrive at Charms.
Ron is still brewing a bit Friday evening while we're working on the homework. Dinner is being served in the Great Hall so the common room is empty except for us.
"Ron, stop brewing." I say.
"My supposed best friend sees my girlfriend naked." says Ron.
I say, "No, your best friend saw his other best friend naked. That's it. Best friends should be able to trust each other completely, even when naked. Don't you agree?"
Ron says, "Guess so. I still can't get the implications out of my head."
"Ron, you have seen Harry naked on many occasions, haven't you?" I ask.
"Yeah, but he's a guy." says Ron.
"Glad you noticed." says Harry.
"I'm not jealous." I reply.
Ron finally accepts this, I think. At least Harry changes the topic and says, "Um, tomorrow's Quidditch practice has been delayed until four."
"Why?" asks Ron.
"I asked Alicia to reschedule it." says Harry.
I look around to confirm the room being empty, I have a hunch of the reason.
"Why do you need it rescheduled?" asks Ron.
"Gia's school has to make up a day tomorrow. I'm tagging along with her." says Harry.
"So, you're rescheduling Quidditch to attend more school?" I ask puzzled.
"Guess so, more of seeing a typical day for her." says Harry.
"What's your schedule going to be like?" asks Ron.
"I won't show until a quarter to four. In the evening, about nine or so, I'll dart back to her." says Harry.
"Does Dumbledore know about this?" I ask.
"Cleared it with him this morning." says Harry.
The portrait hole opens and the Weasley twins enter. We clamp up the discussion.
"Where were you? You've been missing dinner all week so far." asks George.
Harry says, "We've been having it delivered here. Gives me more time for homework. I hope you're aware of my busy schedule."
Fred says, "I'll say so. We heard from Alicia that you had Saturday's practice bumped in time."
"Yeah." says Harry.
"What for?" asks George.
"The same reason that made his marks bad before the holiday." says Ron.
"Really? A date perhaps?" asks Fred.
"I can see why we need to bump Quidditch practice." says George sarcastically.
Harry says, "Well, you can either bump the schedule or practice without me. I will be unavailable until four tomorrow."
"George, you've heard the rumors. Dating half the school can be rather demanding, wouldn't you concur?" I say.
"Besides, Harry's been quite bubbly all week. His politeness has been driving Snape and Malfoy mad. Gotta keep that up, haven't we?" says Ron.
George and Fred finally relent, more due to the glare from Ron than our arguements.
"You know Fred, Ron can be as bad as Mum at times." says George.
Fred says, "That's because he found something that works on you."
