A chapter I couldn't think of a name of
A/N: Before you read this chap, here's a warning: THIS CHAPTER IS EXTREMELY R-RATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (only in the middle) SO PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU CAN'T STAND THIS KIND OF STUFF!!!!!!!
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Professor McGonagall walked briskly down the narrow passageway towards the staff table and came to a halt in front of Dumbledore. She carried in The Sorting Hat and stool and placed it in front of the first-years. Everyone stared at the Sorting Hat and after a few minutes, it opened its brim and was just about to start its start-of-term song when -
"Sorry! I'm late," Hagrid appeared in the doorway of the Entrance Hall. He was soaked and water flowed steadily from his hair and beard. Everyone turned quickly around on their stools to see who had caused the banging of the doors. Even the Sorting Hat's brim stayed open in alarm. Dumbledore inclined his head and Hagrid's coat trailed the shiny marble floor as he walked up to the staff table. Everyone's eyes were on him. Hagrid sat down on his seat and kept quiet. The Sorting Hat cleared its throat loudly and sang:
Years ago when I'd been sewn,
I looked so ordinary that my seamstress moaned,
So she put a brain in me,
So that I could Sort youngsters like thee . . .
Harry observed the first-years closely. Their faces were white and Harry could even see tiny beads of sweat glistening in the light. His stomach was grumbling; he wished the Sorting Hat would hurry up and get on with the Sorting. Ron seemed to be thinking the same; even though he was sitting many seats away, Harry could distinctly hear his stomach growling and Ron was looking at his plate, as though he could see delicious food on it.
Those who belong in Hufflepuff,
Help all those who are in need.
So slip me in between your ears,
And open your thoughts,
I will put you all here and there,
After examining your head like a pot!
The Sorting Hat bowed to the great round of applause. Professor McGonagall unfurled a large scroll and told the first-years, "When I call out your name, you will step out, put on the Sorting Hat and sit on the stool until the Sorting Hat calls out which house you belong to. Penney, Alexia."
There was a squeal of fright. A puny girl stepped out and put on the Sorting Hat staring at it apprehensively.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" the Sorting Hat called out. There was a loud outbreak from the Hufflepuff table and Alexia Penney ran to an empty seat at the table amongst the hooting and clapping, her braids flying out behind her.
"Briggs, Simon."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Lowrie, Michael."
"GRYFFINDOR!" Harry clapped loudly with his fellow Gryffindors as Michael Lowrie sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"Steffens, Sarah."
The Sorting Hat took quite a long time deciding where Sarah Steffens went, muttering and shaking its head at the same time. Finally it yelled, "RAVENCLAW!"
The line of first-years shortened as Professor McGonagall reached the "N"s and then the "T"s. Harry's stomach was rumbling so loudly now that even Nearly Headless Nick looked alarmingly at him from the front of the Gryffindor table. Finally the Sorting Hat sorted Perry Boot (Terry Boot's brother) into Ravenclaw and after Dumbledore's short words, the plates in front of Harry filled up and he began helping himself to fried potatoes and steak covered with hollandaise sauce.
Hermione, on the other hand, hadn't even touched the baked potato on her plate. She was scanning the staff table, obviously looking around for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Harry started looking around for the new teacher too. Professor Sprout was tucking in to a bowl of stew beside Professor Sinistra. Professor McGonagall was seated beside Professor Dumbledore and on Dumbledore's other side was a new face.
The new teacher had dark red hair and stunningly blue eyes. She was talking quietly to Dumbledore and was dressed in sky-blue robes. Many boys, like Harry, were ogling at the new teacher and Hermione nudged Harry sharply in retaliation. Harry turned reluctantly to his sausages but took a glance at the new teacher once in a while.
Harry had just finished his pecan pie when the food vanished and Dumbledore stood up. The Hall was filled with silence.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts! Now that you are all filled up pleasantly with food, it is the time for me to give out a few notices.
"I would like to welcome a new teacher to our school this year. She is none other than Professor Smith, who has kindly consented to take up the post of Defense against the Dark Arts Teacher and fly all the way from Switzerland to teach."
Everyone applauded politely as the new arrival stood up. Harry was goggling at her like other boys when Hermione nudged Harry sharply again. Harry ignored her. Hermione looked disgusted with him and sat in huffy silence throughout Dumbledore's short "speech".
As Dumbledore sent them off to bed, Harry noticed Hermione looking angry.
"What's wrong, Mione?" Harry stood in Hermione's path and asked her lovingly. Hermione stepped out of Harry's way and continued walking towards the portrait hole.
"What?!" Harry asked angrily, getting annoyed. They climbed up the marble steps and it wasn't until they were alone when Hermione burst out furiously, "Why do you have to be like other boys and stare at pretty women?! I just don't get it!! Can't you just not ogle at pretty girls for once? You are just like Ron . . ."
"Look, I know you are angry with me for ignoring you. I'm sorry, ok? I won't do it again. I promise. I will never look at any girl in my life except you, ok?" Harry followed Hermione all the way to the girls' dorm, not knowing everyone's eyes were on him and Hermione. Hermione stopped in front of the girls' dorm and led Harry to a private place. She looked at Harry exasperatedly and said quietly, "Look, I don't want you to not look at any other girl in your life but . . ."she paused as if thinking for something to say. "I don't know, Harry. It's just that so many girls like you and being your girlfriend I find it awfully hard to not be jealous . . ." She looked up at Harry helplessly. Harry ran a hand through Hermione's bushy hair.
"I will never flirt with another girl because I have the smartest and sweetest girl for my girlfriend," Harry said finally. "Besides, even though they all like me, I got no interest in them. Although I might just spend a night with one who gives me the most attention . . ." Harry stopped as Hermione ran one finger down his cheek, saying softly, "Don't you ever have that thought in your head, lover boy, because I might just jinx you while you're having fun." Harry laughed and said, "All right, all right. Fancy having a girlfriend who's so petty . . ." Hermione pinched Harry playfully on the elbow.
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"Ok, the date is set to this Thursday evening at . . . 7. I hope everyone can make it," Harry set the date and time on his fake Galleon. "Especially Ron. I don't think he will come though . . ."
"Don't worry so much about it," Hermione said briskly as her fake Galleon glowed brightly in her hand. "I'm sure he will have long forgotten about our . . . um . . . little incident. Oh great, the Protean Charm is working. I was expecting it to have worn off after so long . . ."
"C'mon Mione, we've gotta have breakfast before McGonagall gives out the new timetables." Harry put the fake Galleon in his robe pocket and grabbed his bag after loading all his schoolbooks into it. He didn't know what subjects he would be having today. He kept an eye out for Ron and spotted him when he entered the Great Hall. He was eating with Dean and Seamus, looking slightly bored. Harry sat down beside Hermione and helped himself to a pile of toast. Professor McGonagall made her way down the Gryffindor table, giving out the new timetables.
"Hmm . . . Transfiguration, Charms, Potions," Harry groaned. He hated Potions. He was hoping so much that he could drop that hated subject when Professor McGonagall said that he needed top grades in that subject to become an Auror. "Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology. Well, at least it's less than last year . . . Hermione, what have you got today?"
"Nothing much. Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes and Potions. Pity I only have Transfiguration with you," Hermione replied, examining her timetable. "I wonder what Ron has - " Hermione fell silent at the look of Harry's face. Harry turned to his toast. He wished more than ever that Ron would talk to them from the moment he received his timetable. Since Ron wasn't talking to them, it would be even worse for him to face Snape in Potions. Harry shoved his timetable back into his bag and set off for Transfiguration with Hermione.
As Harry sat down in the Transfiguration classroom, his stomach lurched uncomfortably as he saw Ron enter the classroom. Ron was deliberately not looking at him. He settled himself in front with Dean and Seamus.
"What is wrong with him?!" Harry muttered angrily from the corner of his mouth. "Can't he just talk to us again? Or even look at us?"
"He suffered a great impact when he saw you kissing me, so he obviously wants to break up with you," Hermione said simply. "You "betrayed" him when you made out with me because you knew he liked me all along. If this kind of thing happened to you, would you be mad at him?"
"Yeah, but - "
"Look, just let Ron cool down and he will come back to you," Hermione said sensibly. "So don't keep worrying about it because it won't make any difference to how Ron feels about you right now."
"I suppose you're right." Harry sighed just as Professor McGonagall rapped her table sharply and launched into a speech about Conjuring Spells. Harry was hardly listening and couldn't even restore his burnt parchment, which he found extremely difficult to do, resulting in which extra homework. He set off for Potions in the dungeons in low spirits, knowing the rest of his day was not going to be good.
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Tuesday passed in a doze for Harry and Ron still wasn't talking to him. Seeing Harry looking so depressed on Wednesday Hermione decided to give him a little help, although she knew there would be less than zero chance to talk to Ron. Still, she had to try.
"Ron? Can I talk to you for a sec?" Hermione was outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Ron stood motionless outside the classroom for a moment, standing oddly still.
"Alright, if it really is a sec. We're going to be late," Ron said shortly, following Hermione through the corridor opposite. As they neared the Great Hall Hermione motioned Ron near a portrait of a snoozing wizard. Hermione took a deep breath and said, "Look, I know it's not my place but . . . I know that the main reason you broke up with Harry is me, so -"
"It's not you, it's that stupid bastard of a -" Ron started indignantly when Hermione cut in, "It's not his fault. He just confessed that he had been liking me all these years and he didn't do anything. I started it. I kissed him first when he pulled me towards him and . . . well, I don't know who to put that in words." Hermione shrugged hopelessly. "All I want is for you and Harry to make up. He's been really miserable and . . ."
"I will never make up with that betraying son of a bitch," Ron retorted angrily, ignoring Hermione's shocked look. "He started all this and he knew that I . . . liked you all along." Ron's face went a deep crimson. It regained its normal color quickly. "The main point is, he. Betrayed. Me. So I'm never going to make up with him, get it?"
"Do it please," Hermione pleaded. "For me."
"No." Ron said stubbornly.
"I'll stay with you for a night." These words slipped out of Hermione's mouth out of desperation. Ron looked at her oddly, a faint look of hunger in his eyes.
"You mean it?"
"Well . . . if you will make up with Harry then I will do it." Hermione said "bravely".
"Really?" Ron's eyebrows disappeared behind his red fringe. "Then . . . see you at the Room of Requirement at nine tonight. You'd better be there or Harry will never stand a chance of making up with me ever." Ron gave a last threatening look and set off for the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Hermione followed him, feeling angry with herself for letting those words slip out of her mouth. She had promised to remain loyal to Harry and now this. Well, Hermione thought, this is for Harry so . . . I'll do it. How could I fall in love for Ron in just one night? With that comforting though in mind, Hermione entered the classroom, full with confidence. Little did she know . . .
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"So I'll be at the library for quite long so don't bother to wait for me," Hermione said, desperate to get away. She looked at her watch. It was already five minutes to nine. She had to hurry. Harry let go of Hermione at last reluctantly and shuffled off to the boys' dorms, saying, "All right then. I'll be alone for this one night. What harm could they be to me? Oh yes, I forgot . . . loneliness." He ended off sarcastically. Hermione caught him.
"Look. This is just for one night, okay? Just bear without me for one night. Surely you don't have to kiss me goodnight every night right?"
"Yes, I do," Harry looked hopeless. "I need you. I love you so much, Mione." He kissed her tenderly on the lips. Hermione returned it, thinking, God, his lips are so soft. I can't let go. Harry's lips traveled down to Hermione's neck, his hands stroking her waist and thighs. They sat down onto the comfortable bed of Hermione's, Hermione bringing herself closer to Harry, wrapping her hands around his neck, nibbling his ears delightfully. Harry unsnapped her bra quickly and threw it away, kissing her again, tongue poking into her mouth and licking her teeth. Hermione gave a soft moan of longing and broke away. Harry stared at her, surprised.
"Surely you want to continue, baby?"
"Of course, sweetie. But first you have to let me make the moves. Don't struggle, okay?"
"Sure. Whatever you like."
Hermione threw off his robe and unbuttoned his shirt. As she did so her face moved closer and closer to Harry's, breathing unto his skin lightly. Harry couldn't take it. He removed her robe with lightning speed and tore off her shirt and skirt. Hermione was left sitting on the bed almost naked. She looked unperturbed.
"Harry, baby, I thought I told you not to struggle."
"I couldn't take it. I couldn't take the suspense you created," Harry was breathing hard. He felt very warm.
"Here's what happens to naughty boys," Hermione said dangerously. She moved to her pillows and settled under the covers. "Now, stand up and face me." Harry stood up and faced her, wondering what was going on. "Now. Strip! Off your clothesie." Harry grinned. He took off his shirt and pants and left them strewn on the floor. He was about to get onto the bed when Hermione got up. She advanced on Harry and said, "You didn't strip. Naughty boy," she wagged her index finger annoyingly. Now it was Harry who gave a soft moan of longing. "Never mind. Come here." She pulled Harry towards her and licked her lips. Harry couldn't take it again.
"My turn honey," He grabbed her and slammed her unto the bed, yanking off her panties. He breathed unto her, cuddling her breasts. He squeezed one gently and asked, "Does that hurt, sweetie?" Hermione nodded, a tear dripping out of her eye. "I'm sorry. I'll do something a bit more relaxing and less painful. Is that all right?" Hermione nodded again. Harry stroked her hair, waiting for the right moment. Then he plunged. His smooth hands traveled down Hermione's slender waist as he nibbled Hermione's ears and worked all the way down to her tummy. A tingling sensation ran through Hermione's body and she caressed Harry's face and pulled him up to her breasts. Harry planted kisses all over Hermione's face and sat up, pulling Hermione up with him. He placed Hermione on his lap with his strong hands and Hermione moaned softly. Harry grinned. He cuddled Hermione's breasts, kissing her chest and traveling up to her neck. Hermione wrapped her hands around Harry's neck again and moaned with satisfaction and delight as she let Harry's soft lips spread all over her neck and chin. Harry's hands locked around Hermione's slender waist and Hermione giggled as she pulled him down sideways, stroking his soft hair and urging him to take action. Harry did. His hands went all the way up Hermione's smooth back as he spread his sore lips all over Hermione's chest and breasts again, not minding the pain he felt. Sweat ran down his face but he didn't mind the heat. They lay on the bed for the whole night, hugging and cuddling each other tenderly, until there was a knock on the door Hermione got up quickly and put on her shirt and skirt, Harry caught in shock while licking Hermione's ears. Then he got up, putting on his shirt and yanking on his jeans.
"Hermione? Are you in there?" It was Ron. How he got up the slide, Hermione didn't know. That, currently was the least of her worries. She waited for Harry to yank on his jeans and hid him under the bed. She went to unlock the door. Ron appeared, red-faced and angry.
"Why didn't you meet me at the Room of Requirement? I was there, with a spa and everything and you decided not to turn up!!"
"I'm sorry, Ron, but something cropped up at the last second."
"What was it, then?"
"It was . . . Lavender needed help with her Transfiguration homework. I tried to get away, but - " There was a loud slapping noise. Hermione fell to the floor, tears gathering in her eyes.
"It was Potter, wasn't it? It was him, right? You couldn't bear to leave him, right?" ANSWER ME!!!!" Ron pulled Hermione up by her hair and bellowed at her. Hermione sobbed loudly and nodded. Ron roared in fury and slapped her again, more roughly and with more forcefully.
"You can't bear to leave him for even a second! Why are you like this, Hermione? Why can't you just spend a night with me, when you said this was all your fault?" Harry listened in shock. His shock turned to anger. His hands began shaking uncontrollably and his scar gave a painful twinge.
"Why do you have to be with him? WHY? What does he have that I don't? Why do you like him more than me? WHY? WHY? WHY??" Ron roared in anger, pulling Hermione up and slapping her with every "why". Each slap sounded throughout the whole dorm like a thunder clap. Hermione had a nose bleed and Ron's slaps didn't do any good. Drops of blood splattered onto the floor with every slap. At last, in spite of his anger, Harry couldn't bear it any longer. He crawled out from under the bed and yelled, "Petrificus Totalus!" Ron keeled over and lay motionless. Hermione fell to the floor, unconscious.
"Hermione! Hermione! Speak to me! What's wrong? Please wake up!! Hermione!" Harry rushed to Hermione and started yelling. Even though he was mad about Hermione agreeing to spend a night with Ron, he didn't want this to happen. This couldn't happen.
Hermione began to stir after an hour. The blow of Ron's slaps had been too much for her. She awoke in her bed facing Lavender, Parvati, a new girl, Nicole Fox, and another new girl, Hilary Donnell. They were talking in whispers when Hermione woke up. The whispers stopped abruptly.
"Hermione!" cried Parvati, who looked extremely white. "Are you alright? Do you need anything? How're you feeling?"
"I'm fine," Hermione made to get out of bed but Hilary, who was sitting closest to her, forced her back, saying firmly, "You need the rest. Don't worry about Harry, he's in his dorm."
"Did Ron hurt him?" Hermione asked urgently. "Did Harry do anything to Ron? What happened??" The girls exchanged furtive glances before Lavender started to explain, "When Ron was slapping you, Harry did the Petrificus Totalus curse on him to save you even though Ron would know he was hiding under your bed all along. When you fell unconscious, Harry called us up and told us to take care of you while he brought Ron back to his dorm. At their dormitory, Harry said the counter-jinx and was out of sight before Ron woke up completely.
"We were talking when you woke up. Harry was really worried about you and wanted to stay with you for the night, but he was afraid that someone might catch him and get you in trouble, so he went back to his dorm. He wouldn't go back until he was assured that we wouldn't let anything happen to you. He was so worried that he kept bumping into other people even though the common room wasn't crowded." There was a long silence after Lavender finished. Hermione sank back into her pillows. She felt awful. Because of her blunder, Harry would have to suffer even more because there was no way Ron would ever make up with him. Nicole set a goblet down onto Hermione's bedside table.
"Don't worry about Ron," Nicole said to Hermione reassuringly. "He'll realize what he did was wrong. Who you need to worry about now is Harry. He's really concerned about you, Mione. Don't let him go. You can't find boys like him around anymore. You're really lucky. All I've got is that stinking Justin. He always flirts around other girls and thinks I don't know. I really want to break up with him." Nicole turned red with anger and turned away.
"Nicole's right, Mione," Hilary said earnestly. "Harry's really nice to you. Don't give him up just because of another boy, okay?"
"Okay," Hermione breathed a deep sigh. "I wish there was some way of persuading Ron to make up with Harry. Harry's so miserable without Ron and hardly pays attention in his lessons! He can't continue like this."
"Don't worry too much about it," Parvati assured Hermione. "Ron will make up with Harry some day. It will come. I'll try talking to Ron. I think he likes me, I can offer to spend a night with him if he agrees to make up with Harry, I'll think of something."
"Thanks, Parvati," Hermione sighed again. "Let's hope that day comes soon." Her thoughts went to Harry again, thinking of the sex they had a couple hours ago, and how Harry must feel now.
A/N: Hi folks! Sorry this chap took so long. Our school is giving us tons of homework so I can't write the chaps in time. Thanks for waiting! The next chap will come out soon!
A/N: Before you read this chap, here's a warning: THIS CHAPTER IS EXTREMELY R-RATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (only in the middle) SO PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU CAN'T STAND THIS KIND OF STUFF!!!!!!!
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Professor McGonagall walked briskly down the narrow passageway towards the staff table and came to a halt in front of Dumbledore. She carried in The Sorting Hat and stool and placed it in front of the first-years. Everyone stared at the Sorting Hat and after a few minutes, it opened its brim and was just about to start its start-of-term song when -
"Sorry! I'm late," Hagrid appeared in the doorway of the Entrance Hall. He was soaked and water flowed steadily from his hair and beard. Everyone turned quickly around on their stools to see who had caused the banging of the doors. Even the Sorting Hat's brim stayed open in alarm. Dumbledore inclined his head and Hagrid's coat trailed the shiny marble floor as he walked up to the staff table. Everyone's eyes were on him. Hagrid sat down on his seat and kept quiet. The Sorting Hat cleared its throat loudly and sang:
Years ago when I'd been sewn,
I looked so ordinary that my seamstress moaned,
So she put a brain in me,
So that I could Sort youngsters like thee . . .
Harry observed the first-years closely. Their faces were white and Harry could even see tiny beads of sweat glistening in the light. His stomach was grumbling; he wished the Sorting Hat would hurry up and get on with the Sorting. Ron seemed to be thinking the same; even though he was sitting many seats away, Harry could distinctly hear his stomach growling and Ron was looking at his plate, as though he could see delicious food on it.
Those who belong in Hufflepuff,
Help all those who are in need.
So slip me in between your ears,
And open your thoughts,
I will put you all here and there,
After examining your head like a pot!
The Sorting Hat bowed to the great round of applause. Professor McGonagall unfurled a large scroll and told the first-years, "When I call out your name, you will step out, put on the Sorting Hat and sit on the stool until the Sorting Hat calls out which house you belong to. Penney, Alexia."
There was a squeal of fright. A puny girl stepped out and put on the Sorting Hat staring at it apprehensively.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" the Sorting Hat called out. There was a loud outbreak from the Hufflepuff table and Alexia Penney ran to an empty seat at the table amongst the hooting and clapping, her braids flying out behind her.
"Briggs, Simon."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Lowrie, Michael."
"GRYFFINDOR!" Harry clapped loudly with his fellow Gryffindors as Michael Lowrie sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"Steffens, Sarah."
The Sorting Hat took quite a long time deciding where Sarah Steffens went, muttering and shaking its head at the same time. Finally it yelled, "RAVENCLAW!"
The line of first-years shortened as Professor McGonagall reached the "N"s and then the "T"s. Harry's stomach was rumbling so loudly now that even Nearly Headless Nick looked alarmingly at him from the front of the Gryffindor table. Finally the Sorting Hat sorted Perry Boot (Terry Boot's brother) into Ravenclaw and after Dumbledore's short words, the plates in front of Harry filled up and he began helping himself to fried potatoes and steak covered with hollandaise sauce.
Hermione, on the other hand, hadn't even touched the baked potato on her plate. She was scanning the staff table, obviously looking around for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Harry started looking around for the new teacher too. Professor Sprout was tucking in to a bowl of stew beside Professor Sinistra. Professor McGonagall was seated beside Professor Dumbledore and on Dumbledore's other side was a new face.
The new teacher had dark red hair and stunningly blue eyes. She was talking quietly to Dumbledore and was dressed in sky-blue robes. Many boys, like Harry, were ogling at the new teacher and Hermione nudged Harry sharply in retaliation. Harry turned reluctantly to his sausages but took a glance at the new teacher once in a while.
Harry had just finished his pecan pie when the food vanished and Dumbledore stood up. The Hall was filled with silence.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts! Now that you are all filled up pleasantly with food, it is the time for me to give out a few notices.
"I would like to welcome a new teacher to our school this year. She is none other than Professor Smith, who has kindly consented to take up the post of Defense against the Dark Arts Teacher and fly all the way from Switzerland to teach."
Everyone applauded politely as the new arrival stood up. Harry was goggling at her like other boys when Hermione nudged Harry sharply again. Harry ignored her. Hermione looked disgusted with him and sat in huffy silence throughout Dumbledore's short "speech".
As Dumbledore sent them off to bed, Harry noticed Hermione looking angry.
"What's wrong, Mione?" Harry stood in Hermione's path and asked her lovingly. Hermione stepped out of Harry's way and continued walking towards the portrait hole.
"What?!" Harry asked angrily, getting annoyed. They climbed up the marble steps and it wasn't until they were alone when Hermione burst out furiously, "Why do you have to be like other boys and stare at pretty women?! I just don't get it!! Can't you just not ogle at pretty girls for once? You are just like Ron . . ."
"Look, I know you are angry with me for ignoring you. I'm sorry, ok? I won't do it again. I promise. I will never look at any girl in my life except you, ok?" Harry followed Hermione all the way to the girls' dorm, not knowing everyone's eyes were on him and Hermione. Hermione stopped in front of the girls' dorm and led Harry to a private place. She looked at Harry exasperatedly and said quietly, "Look, I don't want you to not look at any other girl in your life but . . ."she paused as if thinking for something to say. "I don't know, Harry. It's just that so many girls like you and being your girlfriend I find it awfully hard to not be jealous . . ." She looked up at Harry helplessly. Harry ran a hand through Hermione's bushy hair.
"I will never flirt with another girl because I have the smartest and sweetest girl for my girlfriend," Harry said finally. "Besides, even though they all like me, I got no interest in them. Although I might just spend a night with one who gives me the most attention . . ." Harry stopped as Hermione ran one finger down his cheek, saying softly, "Don't you ever have that thought in your head, lover boy, because I might just jinx you while you're having fun." Harry laughed and said, "All right, all right. Fancy having a girlfriend who's so petty . . ." Hermione pinched Harry playfully on the elbow.
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"Ok, the date is set to this Thursday evening at . . . 7. I hope everyone can make it," Harry set the date and time on his fake Galleon. "Especially Ron. I don't think he will come though . . ."
"Don't worry so much about it," Hermione said briskly as her fake Galleon glowed brightly in her hand. "I'm sure he will have long forgotten about our . . . um . . . little incident. Oh great, the Protean Charm is working. I was expecting it to have worn off after so long . . ."
"C'mon Mione, we've gotta have breakfast before McGonagall gives out the new timetables." Harry put the fake Galleon in his robe pocket and grabbed his bag after loading all his schoolbooks into it. He didn't know what subjects he would be having today. He kept an eye out for Ron and spotted him when he entered the Great Hall. He was eating with Dean and Seamus, looking slightly bored. Harry sat down beside Hermione and helped himself to a pile of toast. Professor McGonagall made her way down the Gryffindor table, giving out the new timetables.
"Hmm . . . Transfiguration, Charms, Potions," Harry groaned. He hated Potions. He was hoping so much that he could drop that hated subject when Professor McGonagall said that he needed top grades in that subject to become an Auror. "Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology. Well, at least it's less than last year . . . Hermione, what have you got today?"
"Nothing much. Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes and Potions. Pity I only have Transfiguration with you," Hermione replied, examining her timetable. "I wonder what Ron has - " Hermione fell silent at the look of Harry's face. Harry turned to his toast. He wished more than ever that Ron would talk to them from the moment he received his timetable. Since Ron wasn't talking to them, it would be even worse for him to face Snape in Potions. Harry shoved his timetable back into his bag and set off for Transfiguration with Hermione.
As Harry sat down in the Transfiguration classroom, his stomach lurched uncomfortably as he saw Ron enter the classroom. Ron was deliberately not looking at him. He settled himself in front with Dean and Seamus.
"What is wrong with him?!" Harry muttered angrily from the corner of his mouth. "Can't he just talk to us again? Or even look at us?"
"He suffered a great impact when he saw you kissing me, so he obviously wants to break up with you," Hermione said simply. "You "betrayed" him when you made out with me because you knew he liked me all along. If this kind of thing happened to you, would you be mad at him?"
"Yeah, but - "
"Look, just let Ron cool down and he will come back to you," Hermione said sensibly. "So don't keep worrying about it because it won't make any difference to how Ron feels about you right now."
"I suppose you're right." Harry sighed just as Professor McGonagall rapped her table sharply and launched into a speech about Conjuring Spells. Harry was hardly listening and couldn't even restore his burnt parchment, which he found extremely difficult to do, resulting in which extra homework. He set off for Potions in the dungeons in low spirits, knowing the rest of his day was not going to be good.
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Tuesday passed in a doze for Harry and Ron still wasn't talking to him. Seeing Harry looking so depressed on Wednesday Hermione decided to give him a little help, although she knew there would be less than zero chance to talk to Ron. Still, she had to try.
"Ron? Can I talk to you for a sec?" Hermione was outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Ron stood motionless outside the classroom for a moment, standing oddly still.
"Alright, if it really is a sec. We're going to be late," Ron said shortly, following Hermione through the corridor opposite. As they neared the Great Hall Hermione motioned Ron near a portrait of a snoozing wizard. Hermione took a deep breath and said, "Look, I know it's not my place but . . . I know that the main reason you broke up with Harry is me, so -"
"It's not you, it's that stupid bastard of a -" Ron started indignantly when Hermione cut in, "It's not his fault. He just confessed that he had been liking me all these years and he didn't do anything. I started it. I kissed him first when he pulled me towards him and . . . well, I don't know who to put that in words." Hermione shrugged hopelessly. "All I want is for you and Harry to make up. He's been really miserable and . . ."
"I will never make up with that betraying son of a bitch," Ron retorted angrily, ignoring Hermione's shocked look. "He started all this and he knew that I . . . liked you all along." Ron's face went a deep crimson. It regained its normal color quickly. "The main point is, he. Betrayed. Me. So I'm never going to make up with him, get it?"
"Do it please," Hermione pleaded. "For me."
"No." Ron said stubbornly.
"I'll stay with you for a night." These words slipped out of Hermione's mouth out of desperation. Ron looked at her oddly, a faint look of hunger in his eyes.
"You mean it?"
"Well . . . if you will make up with Harry then I will do it." Hermione said "bravely".
"Really?" Ron's eyebrows disappeared behind his red fringe. "Then . . . see you at the Room of Requirement at nine tonight. You'd better be there or Harry will never stand a chance of making up with me ever." Ron gave a last threatening look and set off for the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Hermione followed him, feeling angry with herself for letting those words slip out of her mouth. She had promised to remain loyal to Harry and now this. Well, Hermione thought, this is for Harry so . . . I'll do it. How could I fall in love for Ron in just one night? With that comforting though in mind, Hermione entered the classroom, full with confidence. Little did she know . . .
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"So I'll be at the library for quite long so don't bother to wait for me," Hermione said, desperate to get away. She looked at her watch. It was already five minutes to nine. She had to hurry. Harry let go of Hermione at last reluctantly and shuffled off to the boys' dorms, saying, "All right then. I'll be alone for this one night. What harm could they be to me? Oh yes, I forgot . . . loneliness." He ended off sarcastically. Hermione caught him.
"Look. This is just for one night, okay? Just bear without me for one night. Surely you don't have to kiss me goodnight every night right?"
"Yes, I do," Harry looked hopeless. "I need you. I love you so much, Mione." He kissed her tenderly on the lips. Hermione returned it, thinking, God, his lips are so soft. I can't let go. Harry's lips traveled down to Hermione's neck, his hands stroking her waist and thighs. They sat down onto the comfortable bed of Hermione's, Hermione bringing herself closer to Harry, wrapping her hands around his neck, nibbling his ears delightfully. Harry unsnapped her bra quickly and threw it away, kissing her again, tongue poking into her mouth and licking her teeth. Hermione gave a soft moan of longing and broke away. Harry stared at her, surprised.
"Surely you want to continue, baby?"
"Of course, sweetie. But first you have to let me make the moves. Don't struggle, okay?"
"Sure. Whatever you like."
Hermione threw off his robe and unbuttoned his shirt. As she did so her face moved closer and closer to Harry's, breathing unto his skin lightly. Harry couldn't take it. He removed her robe with lightning speed and tore off her shirt and skirt. Hermione was left sitting on the bed almost naked. She looked unperturbed.
"Harry, baby, I thought I told you not to struggle."
"I couldn't take it. I couldn't take the suspense you created," Harry was breathing hard. He felt very warm.
"Here's what happens to naughty boys," Hermione said dangerously. She moved to her pillows and settled under the covers. "Now, stand up and face me." Harry stood up and faced her, wondering what was going on. "Now. Strip! Off your clothesie." Harry grinned. He took off his shirt and pants and left them strewn on the floor. He was about to get onto the bed when Hermione got up. She advanced on Harry and said, "You didn't strip. Naughty boy," she wagged her index finger annoyingly. Now it was Harry who gave a soft moan of longing. "Never mind. Come here." She pulled Harry towards her and licked her lips. Harry couldn't take it again.
"My turn honey," He grabbed her and slammed her unto the bed, yanking off her panties. He breathed unto her, cuddling her breasts. He squeezed one gently and asked, "Does that hurt, sweetie?" Hermione nodded, a tear dripping out of her eye. "I'm sorry. I'll do something a bit more relaxing and less painful. Is that all right?" Hermione nodded again. Harry stroked her hair, waiting for the right moment. Then he plunged. His smooth hands traveled down Hermione's slender waist as he nibbled Hermione's ears and worked all the way down to her tummy. A tingling sensation ran through Hermione's body and she caressed Harry's face and pulled him up to her breasts. Harry planted kisses all over Hermione's face and sat up, pulling Hermione up with him. He placed Hermione on his lap with his strong hands and Hermione moaned softly. Harry grinned. He cuddled Hermione's breasts, kissing her chest and traveling up to her neck. Hermione wrapped her hands around Harry's neck again and moaned with satisfaction and delight as she let Harry's soft lips spread all over her neck and chin. Harry's hands locked around Hermione's slender waist and Hermione giggled as she pulled him down sideways, stroking his soft hair and urging him to take action. Harry did. His hands went all the way up Hermione's smooth back as he spread his sore lips all over Hermione's chest and breasts again, not minding the pain he felt. Sweat ran down his face but he didn't mind the heat. They lay on the bed for the whole night, hugging and cuddling each other tenderly, until there was a knock on the door Hermione got up quickly and put on her shirt and skirt, Harry caught in shock while licking Hermione's ears. Then he got up, putting on his shirt and yanking on his jeans.
"Hermione? Are you in there?" It was Ron. How he got up the slide, Hermione didn't know. That, currently was the least of her worries. She waited for Harry to yank on his jeans and hid him under the bed. She went to unlock the door. Ron appeared, red-faced and angry.
"Why didn't you meet me at the Room of Requirement? I was there, with a spa and everything and you decided not to turn up!!"
"I'm sorry, Ron, but something cropped up at the last second."
"What was it, then?"
"It was . . . Lavender needed help with her Transfiguration homework. I tried to get away, but - " There was a loud slapping noise. Hermione fell to the floor, tears gathering in her eyes.
"It was Potter, wasn't it? It was him, right? You couldn't bear to leave him, right?" ANSWER ME!!!!" Ron pulled Hermione up by her hair and bellowed at her. Hermione sobbed loudly and nodded. Ron roared in fury and slapped her again, more roughly and with more forcefully.
"You can't bear to leave him for even a second! Why are you like this, Hermione? Why can't you just spend a night with me, when you said this was all your fault?" Harry listened in shock. His shock turned to anger. His hands began shaking uncontrollably and his scar gave a painful twinge.
"Why do you have to be with him? WHY? What does he have that I don't? Why do you like him more than me? WHY? WHY? WHY??" Ron roared in anger, pulling Hermione up and slapping her with every "why". Each slap sounded throughout the whole dorm like a thunder clap. Hermione had a nose bleed and Ron's slaps didn't do any good. Drops of blood splattered onto the floor with every slap. At last, in spite of his anger, Harry couldn't bear it any longer. He crawled out from under the bed and yelled, "Petrificus Totalus!" Ron keeled over and lay motionless. Hermione fell to the floor, unconscious.
"Hermione! Hermione! Speak to me! What's wrong? Please wake up!! Hermione!" Harry rushed to Hermione and started yelling. Even though he was mad about Hermione agreeing to spend a night with Ron, he didn't want this to happen. This couldn't happen.
Hermione began to stir after an hour. The blow of Ron's slaps had been too much for her. She awoke in her bed facing Lavender, Parvati, a new girl, Nicole Fox, and another new girl, Hilary Donnell. They were talking in whispers when Hermione woke up. The whispers stopped abruptly.
"Hermione!" cried Parvati, who looked extremely white. "Are you alright? Do you need anything? How're you feeling?"
"I'm fine," Hermione made to get out of bed but Hilary, who was sitting closest to her, forced her back, saying firmly, "You need the rest. Don't worry about Harry, he's in his dorm."
"Did Ron hurt him?" Hermione asked urgently. "Did Harry do anything to Ron? What happened??" The girls exchanged furtive glances before Lavender started to explain, "When Ron was slapping you, Harry did the Petrificus Totalus curse on him to save you even though Ron would know he was hiding under your bed all along. When you fell unconscious, Harry called us up and told us to take care of you while he brought Ron back to his dorm. At their dormitory, Harry said the counter-jinx and was out of sight before Ron woke up completely.
"We were talking when you woke up. Harry was really worried about you and wanted to stay with you for the night, but he was afraid that someone might catch him and get you in trouble, so he went back to his dorm. He wouldn't go back until he was assured that we wouldn't let anything happen to you. He was so worried that he kept bumping into other people even though the common room wasn't crowded." There was a long silence after Lavender finished. Hermione sank back into her pillows. She felt awful. Because of her blunder, Harry would have to suffer even more because there was no way Ron would ever make up with him. Nicole set a goblet down onto Hermione's bedside table.
"Don't worry about Ron," Nicole said to Hermione reassuringly. "He'll realize what he did was wrong. Who you need to worry about now is Harry. He's really concerned about you, Mione. Don't let him go. You can't find boys like him around anymore. You're really lucky. All I've got is that stinking Justin. He always flirts around other girls and thinks I don't know. I really want to break up with him." Nicole turned red with anger and turned away.
"Nicole's right, Mione," Hilary said earnestly. "Harry's really nice to you. Don't give him up just because of another boy, okay?"
"Okay," Hermione breathed a deep sigh. "I wish there was some way of persuading Ron to make up with Harry. Harry's so miserable without Ron and hardly pays attention in his lessons! He can't continue like this."
"Don't worry too much about it," Parvati assured Hermione. "Ron will make up with Harry some day. It will come. I'll try talking to Ron. I think he likes me, I can offer to spend a night with him if he agrees to make up with Harry, I'll think of something."
"Thanks, Parvati," Hermione sighed again. "Let's hope that day comes soon." Her thoughts went to Harry again, thinking of the sex they had a couple hours ago, and how Harry must feel now.
A/N: Hi folks! Sorry this chap took so long. Our school is giving us tons of homework so I can't write the chaps in time. Thanks for waiting! The next chap will come out soon!