A/N sorry the first chapter was boring…but I had 2 have someway 2 start it off, and u can't really just start things out of no one. The love stuff is gona start in this chapter and there might be some non-romantic action. Please review! This fic actually starts in 5th year…I no the fifth book by J.K Rowling has already come out but I started writing this b4 it did. I'm gona be taking some stuff from the 5th book and put into this one tho. Please review!
Chapter 2
Harry was amazed at how beautiful Hermione had become. She had a perfect hourglass figure (completely visable under her tight clothes)and her face had become amazingly beautiful. Harry had always thought Hermione was rather pretty, but she had never done anything to support her good looks. Her hair was a medium shade of brown, and was layered straight.
Ron, Fred, and George looked pretty much the same, though had grown even more and were at least 6 feet. Harry was surprised at how much Ginny had grown over the past month. She was obviously a women now, with a long, thin body, but noticeable curves. Her face had gone from looking like a young girls to a beautiful women's.
Harry went around, first shaking Mr. Weasley's hand, then Fred and Goerge's, then slapping Ron on the back and giving each Ginny and Hermione and a hug. Her didn't want to let either of them go when he hugged them. Harry was positive his feelings for Hermione were confirmed. He had been questioning them all summer as to if he liked her as more than a friend or not. Along with liking Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw Seeker, he had often been finding himself sneaking looks at Hermione, and every so often, he was sure she was also. As for Ginny, he was also having a hard time not focusing on her body. However, when she would usually turn scarlet at the mere mention of his name, she didn't even flush one bit when he had hugged her.
Great, he thought. Now that I might actually have a thing for her she's completely forgot about me.
Everyone wished Harry a Happy Birthday as they greeted them, and told Harry that as a celebration they would be going bowling.
"It was Mr. Weasley's idea Harry," Hermione whispered to him. "No one's ever been before but they say it sounds easy enough. Harry nodded in reply. The only problem was whether the Dursley's were going to let him go.
"Well, er, do you mind if I go?" he asked tensly. To his great surprise, his aunt actually smiled.
"Yes, Harry, it's fine if you go." The way she was talking was almost frightening Harry. She was being nice to him. The boy she had also insisted got in her way. His uncle however, still looked unsure. Though, his look did look a little softened. Harry thanked the Dursley's, and after a few minutes the nine of them left the house.
It was so great to be with them all again. They were all squashed into the back of the car Mr. Weasley had borrowed from the Ministry. Though due to all the spells put on the car, no one really felt squashed.
The ride to the bowling alley was joyful. Harry was glad to be sitting between Ron and Hermione, but he had to keep reminding himself to keep a respectable distance between him and Hermione. They talked about how they're summers had been so far, how it was good to know Harry and Dudley were getting along. Harry couldn't help noticing the differences in Hermione. He found it almost impossible not to stare at her, and even harder not to let his eyes wander up and down her body.
Once arriving at the bowling ally, it was Mr. Weasley who was most excited. He was continuosly breaking out into fits of giggles as he watched the large t.v screens at each and the expert bowlers.
Harry and Hermione went to purchase everyone's shoes, as no one else knew how to use 'muggle money.'
"I hope no one is expecting me to be good," Harry told Hermione. "Never once have the Dursley's taken me bowling."
"You'll do fine Harry," Hermione replied. "Really, how much harder can it be to roll a ball than to fly a broomstick and capture the snitch?" she asked.
"Well…" Harry began, knowing she was right.
"That's what I thought," she said in a superior tone and with a smile. "Come on, everyone's waiting for us." She took hold of his hand and lead him toward the others, not letting go. Harry and Hermione held hands many times before, but that had been in just a friendly way before. Hermione could have still be going along those measures, but Harry found himself not wanting to leave her touch.
Everyone was finally ready to play. Mr. Weasley looked anxious, Fred and George seemed to be in hysterics, while Ron seemed almost nervous.
"Harry," Ron said to him in an undertone. "I've never bowled before, I've no idea what to do."
"And when in this lifetime do you think the Dursley's would've taken me bowling?" Harry asked, and was happy to notice Ron looked considerably less nervous.
Harry thought he had never had more fun in his life. Fred and George had been bewitching the bowling balls to stick to the person's hand. Everyone laughed when this happened to them except for Ron, who would instantly turn a dark shade of pink.
It turned out that Harry wasn't too bad a player after all, and Ron wasn't bad either. Hermione of course won, while Mr. Weasley came in last. He had enjoyed watching his ball go straight to the gudder and watching it make its way back up.
Harry was dreading when the end of the day would come, so he made as much fun of his time as he could.
After bowling Hermione instructed Mr. Weasley on where to go to get to the ice cream parlor, where they sat outside watching the cars drive by. Everyone but him and Hermione were fascinated by the cars, so Harry told them he would be back in a minute and just needed to go to the loo.
"I've got to go too," Hermione said rather quickly. They went inside the store and Hermione instantly began to question him. "Is it all right Harry? I mean, the bowling and coming here for ice cream. Have you been having fun? I wanted it to be somewhere more interesting-" Harry cut her off, thankful to know she hadn't changed.
" I can't remember when I've had more fun Hermione," Harry said while taking her soft hand. "Thank you so much. Serioulsly," he added when he noticed she had a look that said she didn't believe a word he had said. Harry then had a sudden urge to just kiss her. He stopped her and took her other hand as well and turned her so she was facing him, bringing her hands close to his body. He looked down at her, mesmerizing her features.
"You're even more beautiful than you were before, Hermione," Harry said quietly. Hermione took a step closer to him, their body only a few inches apart. " You look even better up-close," he said, leaning down and whispering it in her ear, making her shiver. Hermione took one of her hands to his and lightly touched his face, moving her finger along his jaw line. Hermione went on her toes, raising her lips to his while he leaned into her, their body lightly rubbing against each others. "Right when their lips touched Hermione pulled away, bringing Harry back to Earth.
"Is something wrong, Hermione?" he asked, hoping against hope it wasn't him.
"Ron and Ginny are coming," she said simply and quickly.
"Right," Harry said pulling away from her and looking at her hungrly. He could tell by the way she looked at him that she had wanted to kiss him just as bad.
Yet while making his way to the bathroom, Harry couldn't help thinking Since when is Hermione interested in me? Maybe she just never showed it, or she had mixed emotions between me and Krum. Krum! What happened to him? Harry suddenly thought. Did Hermione instantly stop liking him when he left back to Bulgaria? Had they even kept in touch? Harry was beginning to frustrate himself. I'll think about it later. Or I'll just ask her about it. Maybe she was just-"
"Thought you'd be in here," Ron's voice broke through Harry's thoughts as he enetered the washroom. "So how've you liked your birthday so far?"
"It's-it's been great!" Harry finally managed, just getting over his shock. "Thanks so much for everything. It's been the best birthday I've ever had…" he trailed off, feeling almost ashamed for never having a proper birthday.
"No problem mate. But you shouldn't be thanking me. Thank Hermione, she's the one who arranged everything. She arranged everything; surprising you and all. It was my dad who wanted to go bowling, so she contacted the Ministry for the car. She's so brilliant…" Ron blushed at his own statement, which he obviously wasn't meaning to say aloud.
Great. I like my best friend, and my other best friend likes her too. AND I might like his sister. What a fun year this is gona be, Harry thought to himself. Harry left the washroom less than a minute later, just as Hermione was coming out of the girls. They began walking outside together, she looked at him, smiling slyly.
"You know Harry," she began, " you don't have to be shy about it. It's not like I would have been your first kiss."
If you only knew, Harry thought.
"Really," she continued, "I wish boys would be a bit more natural about these things. We're almost fifteen, it's not like we're turning 2." She had her matter-of-fact tone of voice, and as shy as Harry was to admit it, he couldn't help but smiling after her mini lecture.
"Er, actually, Hermione, I never have kissed a girl, you would have been my first," he said, hoping he didn't sound totally stupid.
"Oh," was all Hermione managed to say, also becoming a bit shy herself.
"So who're all the guys you've kissed?" Harry teased. "Have you got a long list at who's better than who at shagging?"
"Harry!" Hermione said, slapping his arm playfully.
"Really though. Who've you kissed?"
"Well, umm…" Hermione began blushing. "Viktor…"
Harry tried hard not to laugh at her now scarlet face. He stopped her from walked so he could look into her dark eyes.
"You'd better not let Ron here that," Harry said in a joking voice.
"And why is that? He goes around thinking he owns me or something. He was so immature about Viktor and I. Oh, and when he asked me if I would go with either of you to the ball. 'Hey, you're a girl Hermione!.' No, really?" Harry was really surprised by Hermione's reaction. He wasn't expecting her to take it that seriously, and it turned out she wasn't even done yet. "And then he goes making a big deal about Viktor inviting me to visit him in Bulgaria. Even if I did go, it would not concern him. And there's also how he expects me to not have anything even close to a relationship, yet when Fleuar comes and talks to him-" Harry had finally gotten the nerve to kiss her, and he shut her up while he was in the process.
Almost instantly Hermione responded to the kiss, opening her mouth and reaching around his neck for balance while he put one hand on the small of her back and the other resting lightly on her face. He could feel her moaning in the back of her throat while their tongues linked. Slowly Hermione continued getting closer and closer to him, until he could her breasts upon his chest. Harry was the first to let go, realizing where they were, and getting slightly nervous at the fact that Hermione was so close to him. She looked slightly offended at first, then she to noticed how carried away they had gotten.
"Come on," she whispered to him taking hold of his hand and leading him to the back of the parlor and out the door. It was completely deserted, except for a few large garbage bags. Harry smiled slyly and was unable to stop himself from kissing her again. His hands were the first to begin wandering. He tried not to, but couldn't help himself as she brought herself closer and closer. His hands first just started with stroking her back softly, going up and down and framing her curves. Her response completely shocked Harry. She moved right against him, her breasts being squashed against his chest as they continued to kiss and she found the bottom of his shirt. She pulled it over his head, and smiled at how fit he had become, then moved right back against him again and his hands began to wander more freely. First down to her hips, then he cupped his large hands over her butt. One of his hands found the hem of her shirt and he slid it under, making his way up to her breasts. He felt Hermione squirm slightly and she pulled it off for him, giving Harry the view of her full breasts, covered by her pink bra. Harry's breath caught in his throat at the sight and he squeezed them in his hand, his lips slowly making his way down Hermione's neck, placing kisses on it and licking it. He made is way down into the cleavage of her breasts, her breathing now harsh. Harry could hear Hermione moaning quietly as he placed his hand on her breast and his other rubbing her upper thigh and butt. She slowly began removing his pants while she moaned in delight. She took her hands off of him so she could remove her bra, making Harry go completely crazy. Harry licked back up to lips as she continued to remove her bra, his pants now a bundle at his feet. It was her turn now.
She slowly moved one of her hands from his smooth chest and slid it down to his croach, her other wrapping around his torso for balance. She slowly took her tongue out of his mouth, sliding it down his neck, then to his chest, and even more slowly down further. She pulled down his boxers as she reached his belly button, then began to lick lower and lower. She whipped her tongue around his penis, taking it in and almost causing Harry to scream in delight. Hermione slid her tongue back up to his chest while he removed her pants. He began taking off her pants while she made patterns with her tongue on his chest. Harry managed to pull her pants from her hips, moving his hands along her thighs and up to her breast, then back down as he began to pull off her panties. He nipped at her neck and rested his lips between her breast, placing kisses on each and sucking them in. Harry took hole of her hips, her one of her arms on his shoulder and the other in his hair. He made his way down further, licking his way down as she had done to him. Harry began to remove her knickers, resting his lips on her belly, his eyes closed. He finally got it off, opening his eyes again to look at her perfection. Harry went even crazier when he saw a pink lace thong in his hands. He made his way back up, his hands doing as they pleased.
God Hermione's amazing he thought to himself. Not to mention her body…but another voice cam into his head, and he knew it was right. They were going way to quickly…the thought was quickly lost.
Harry was back at her neck, then at her mouth. Just as he was about to move closer, to make them one, Hermione screamed, awakening him.
"What is it?" Harry asked, worried. Hermione looked down and muttered.
"Damn cat! Scared the hell out of me," she said, indicating the fluffy grey cat that had circled her legs. They began to make their way together again, when Hermione suddenly pulled back again, Harry's hands still on her soft hips.
"Harry!" she said in a startled cry. "The others!"
"Damn it!" Harry cursed. "I completely forgot! What are we going to say?" Harry replied, searching his mind for an excuse.
"Don't worry about that now! Just get your clothes back on and we'll think about it once we're done."
They quickly began to get dressed, Harry finding it impossible not to look away from Hermione's tanned body. Harry removed the pink thong from his elbow, where it had hicked up while he had been feeling her body. She blushed slightly when he handed it to her.
Who'd think Hermione would wear thongs? he thought, still trying to awaken himself, though completely failing at the thought of her thong. Harry continued to watch her dress once he had finished. Before waling in, he stopped her and kissed her briefly. He couldn't help it.
"Make sure you owl me," he said, dreading that he would soon have to leave her.
"I will. And the same goes to you." She looked at him hungrly , entwining her hand with his. It was clear she had been enjoying herself just as much as him.
They decided to use the excuse that someone holding a glass of water had walked into Hermione, spilling it down her shirt and while she dried it off he agreed to wait for her.
Everyone believed the story, which left Harry and Hermione very relieved.
The eight of them left back to Harry's house, enjoying the ride back. Harry managed to get the seat beside Hermione, also managing to hold her hand, which he dreaded having to let go.
Once arriving at Private Drive everyone filed out of the car to say good bye to Harry. Everyone but Hermione and Ginny gave Harry a good slap on the back, who instead hugged him. Harry beat the urge to just rip Hermione's clothes off. He was also still a bit shocked at how beautiful Ginny had become.
Harry walked to the front door, hating that he wasn't going to be seeing any of them for at least another month. He stood in the doorway, waving to them as they drove off. From what he could remember, it had been his best birthday yet.
A/N How was that? I know Harry and Hermione really rushed into it but that's whats gona complicate everything. Plz review and tell me if its good!
