Sorry for the long wait! This story will be Hiatus for a while, because I
joined a club. Don't worry, it's only for two weeks, then I'll update more
often, I promise. This story is actually getting a bit juicy, isn't it?
Chapter #8
September 6th, 3:00 P.M.
"Harry, Ron! Pay attention!" Remus Lupins' voice broke Harry and Ron from their mock fistfight. Hermione giggled. It was Friday afternoon, and the trio was in high spirits, particularly after Peeves smacked Malfoy in the head yesterday. That and their all-time favorite professor was back. Lupin sighed. "You two are impossible." He muttered. "Now, would you please copy these notes on, ern, werewolves." Lupin said, shaking his head. Harry and Ron grinned. Lupin hardly ever got mad at anyone. And when he did, he didn't explode, he just gave them detention. Hermione rolled her eyes at Professor Lupin, who winked at her. It was common knowledge that Lupin hated writing. In fact, he usually had practical lessons.
"You guys! Pay attention! We're taking O.W.Ls' this year!" Hermione hissed. The two scowled, but finished their fight and wrote down the notes.
"Now, you have an essay on creatures with human aspects, to be handed in on Tuesday. Good day to you." Everyone except Ron, Harry, and Hermione left. The trio stayed behind to talk to their professor, as the day was over and they got the afternoon off.
"So Dumbledore let you teach again?" Ron asked cheerfully. Lupin sighed.
"He didn't exactly let me. Rather forced me." Lupin said quietly.
"Well, if no one cares, at least you know we love you as a teacher!" Harry replied with a reassuring grin.
"Thanks Harry. I really needed that." Lupin said, laughing. Harry smiled.
"There's no such thing as too much laughter." He replied.
"You are just too much like."
"My father." Harry finished. Lupin nodded.
"Well, see you later." Hermione said and the three left the room. Remus frowned. The only three people who had ever been that friendly to a "bloodthirsty brute" were Lily, Sirius, and James. Those three were completely the same as Harry Ron and Hermione.
Hermione glanced at Harry. She should ask him now. While all three of them were cheerful.
"Ern. Harry?"
"Yeah?" Harry asked cheerfully.
"I was wondering, tonight, could I, um, borrow your invisibility cloak?" Hermione asked, crossing her fingers.
"Yeah, sure! Why?"
"Something personal."
"Go ahead." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks." Harry glanced at her curiously, but shrugged it off.
September 6th, 7:00 P.M.
"There you are Mr. Potter. Now, I've spoken to all of the other quidditch players, and they have agreed on a captain." Harry spun around, coming face to face with Mcgonagall.
"Oh, that's good. Who's the lucky one?" Harry asked cheerfully.
"You."
"WHAT?! No, no way! I'm not good enough!"
"It's what the rest of the team wants. On Saturday night, which is, if you don't know your days of the week, tomorrow, we will choose a keeper and a chaser. Until then, keep in mind Mr. Potter, the captains position is open, and your team is counting on you." Harry glared at Mcgonagall, who frowned and left the room.
"No." Harry moaned, sinking into his chair by the fire in the common room. Hermione looked down at him from her book. {Animagi of the Eighteenth Century}
"I think it's very good that you will be the captain." She said with an encouraging smile.
"There you go, Harry. You're the best seeker in the world." Ron stated.
"Better than Krum?"
"Yes!" Hermione cried immediately. Ron shook his head.
"Anyone for chess?" He asked hopefully.
"No!" Harry and Hermione said quickly.
"Awww." Ron sighed.
"Maybe we should do our homework?" Hermione suggested. Ron snorted.
"We have all weekend Hermione!" He replied.
"Yeah, but quidditch tryouts are tomorrow!"
"Then what about Sunday night?"
"We have potions the next day! I don't think you want to sleep in!" Ron grumbled and took out his essay. Harry sighed.
"I'll go get the cloak." He said suddenly. Hermione looked up.
"Why?"
"You told me you needed it."
"Oh, crap! Ron, what time is it?" Hermione gasped. She had forgot all about James.
"It's 7:00, why? Late for a date?" Hermione smacked him on the head and grabbed the cloak from Harry.
"Thanks!" She called, running out of the common room. Ron shook his head.
"Chess?"
"Grrr, fine!"
Hermione raced across the grounds towards the womping willow. There was no one standing there. Hermione frowned. Was it some kind of joke? Yes, she was stupid to believe that he actually wanted to talk to her. She scowled and turned away, when someone grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth so she couldn't scream. The person pulled her into the womping willow. She started to sob. The person let go and she slapped the adult across the face.
"Oww! Hermione, it's me! James!" Hermione stopped in surprise. A fire flickered on from a pile of sticks on the floor. James Potters' face was illuminated by the strange eerie glow. His lip was bleeding slightly.
"Oh, James! I'm so sorry!" Hermione gasped. James shook his head. "You wanted to tell me something?" James nodded, smiling. He reached over and cupped her face in his hand. Hermione trembled as he drew her body towards his and enveloped her in a passionate kiss. Hermione tried to pull away, but James was gentle and persistent, and Hermione gradually melted into his arms, and the world around her was forgotten. She felt his tongue, exploring every corner of her mouth. She could taste the blood from his lip. James slid his arm down around her waist. Hermione reached up, which to her meant stretching her whole arm out, and brushed his hair out of his eyes, and the two finally pulled away, gasping for breath.
"What on earth?" Hermione whispered. James smiled.
"That's what I wanted to tell you." He murmured quietly.
"But James! I don't, I mean, what are you trying to tell me?"
"I." He paused, then smiled confidently. "l love you, Hermione Granger." He murmured softly. Hermione blinked in surprise. This had to be a joke. Yes, it was some kind of sick joke.
"You're joking." She whispered.
"No," James murmured. "I love you. I don't understand why, but I know I love you." Hermione looked up into his eyes, and her lips touched his once again. And she knew he wasn't lying. It was so sweet, this moment. She wanted to preserve that taste in her mouth forever. Except for the blood, his mouth tasted, strangely, like peppermints. James pulled away, smiling. Hermione started to grin, and he pulled her into his arms, his hand running down her neck to her breast. She trembled again. James withdrew his hand quickly.
"Are you scared?" He whispered. Hermione sighed.
"No." She replied, then "Yes. Very scared."
Fair Warning. NC- 17 rating. You don't have to read this part. It isn't that graphic, though. To tell you the truth, I think it's rather sweet.
"Don't be. I know this is all new to you, but." He paused. "I'll go slowly if you want." {A/N: You can skip the love making if you want. Although it is very sweet.} Hermione nodded, and felt him slowly taking her clothes off. First her school robes, then her shirt, until she was wearing just her sports bra. Hermione shivered in the cold. James waved his wand and a mattress appeared on the ground. He pulled Hermione slowly onto it. Hermione pulled away uncertainly. James smiled at her reassuringly. He reached over and took her bra off. Hermione was clad in nothing. James quietly undressed himself, and gradually Hermione got used to lying beside him and seeing him clad in nothing at all. At 9:00 the two finally built up the courage, and Hermione lost her virginity. {A/N: See, that wasn't so bad, was it?}
OKAY! STORY IS ONCE AGAIN RATED R. YOU CAN READ IT SAFELY NOW. Still kinda adult-like, though.
James' eyes fluttered open, and he looked down. Beside him, curled up in his arms, was Hermione.
"Shit." He muttered. It was a good thing it was Saturday. Hermione woke up and looked at him.
"That was, really." She murmured. "Enjoyable." James grinned.
"You know, not every girl is lucky enough to get it took so gently." He said slowly. "You like sex?"
"Well, I guess. It kinda hurt at first but it just got me all excited. I don't understand." She said after a while. James smiled. The two kissed again.
"Bit much on the first night, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Oh no! Ron and Harry! They're gonna be so worried and mad, and Ron is going to be so jealous." She gasped. James frowned.
"Hmm, maybe you can say you fell asleep in the library?" He suggested uncertainly. Hermione nodded, a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"This is bad."
"Very bad." The two glanced at each other. It suddenly struck Hermione about what just happened. She had sex with her best friends' father. Hermione made a brave attempt at conversation.
"You know, I found out on Monday that if I became an animagus, I would be an eagle." She said abruptly. James looked at her in surprise.
"Really? Hey, do you want to be an animagus?" He asked, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Yeah! Why, could you teach me?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"Sure! It can't be that hard."
"But it took you and Sirius and the rat a long time to figure things out." Hermione said slowly.
"Yeah, but now I know what I'm doing. Before I had to study and read up and all that. And we had to find our Phenotypes all by ourselves." James said with a shrug.
"Okay! Tell you what, I'll come back, say."
"How about Saturdays and um, Wednesdays? At 9:00?"
"Sure!" Hermione grinned as James listed a few books she should read.
"Trust me, this one will help." James said. "Only problem is, it's in the restricted section."
"Yeah, but I got your invisibility cloak!" Hermione replied.
"Wow!" James grabbed his cloak, his eyes shining. "My cloak." He looked over at Hermione, who grinned weakly. She departed with a kiss.
"I love you James!" She cried, clambering up and out of the tree, wrapped in Harrys' cloak. She took it off as she approached the Great Hall. When she walked towards the Gryffindor table, Harry and Ron, were standing, glaring at her.
"You guys," She began, "I'm really sorry I'm late."
END OF CHAPTER with major cliffie.
Chapter #8
September 6th, 3:00 P.M.
"Harry, Ron! Pay attention!" Remus Lupins' voice broke Harry and Ron from their mock fistfight. Hermione giggled. It was Friday afternoon, and the trio was in high spirits, particularly after Peeves smacked Malfoy in the head yesterday. That and their all-time favorite professor was back. Lupin sighed. "You two are impossible." He muttered. "Now, would you please copy these notes on, ern, werewolves." Lupin said, shaking his head. Harry and Ron grinned. Lupin hardly ever got mad at anyone. And when he did, he didn't explode, he just gave them detention. Hermione rolled her eyes at Professor Lupin, who winked at her. It was common knowledge that Lupin hated writing. In fact, he usually had practical lessons.
"You guys! Pay attention! We're taking O.W.Ls' this year!" Hermione hissed. The two scowled, but finished their fight and wrote down the notes.
"Now, you have an essay on creatures with human aspects, to be handed in on Tuesday. Good day to you." Everyone except Ron, Harry, and Hermione left. The trio stayed behind to talk to their professor, as the day was over and they got the afternoon off.
"So Dumbledore let you teach again?" Ron asked cheerfully. Lupin sighed.
"He didn't exactly let me. Rather forced me." Lupin said quietly.
"Well, if no one cares, at least you know we love you as a teacher!" Harry replied with a reassuring grin.
"Thanks Harry. I really needed that." Lupin said, laughing. Harry smiled.
"There's no such thing as too much laughter." He replied.
"You are just too much like."
"My father." Harry finished. Lupin nodded.
"Well, see you later." Hermione said and the three left the room. Remus frowned. The only three people who had ever been that friendly to a "bloodthirsty brute" were Lily, Sirius, and James. Those three were completely the same as Harry Ron and Hermione.
Hermione glanced at Harry. She should ask him now. While all three of them were cheerful.
"Ern. Harry?"
"Yeah?" Harry asked cheerfully.
"I was wondering, tonight, could I, um, borrow your invisibility cloak?" Hermione asked, crossing her fingers.
"Yeah, sure! Why?"
"Something personal."
"Go ahead." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks." Harry glanced at her curiously, but shrugged it off.
September 6th, 7:00 P.M.
"There you are Mr. Potter. Now, I've spoken to all of the other quidditch players, and they have agreed on a captain." Harry spun around, coming face to face with Mcgonagall.
"Oh, that's good. Who's the lucky one?" Harry asked cheerfully.
"You."
"WHAT?! No, no way! I'm not good enough!"
"It's what the rest of the team wants. On Saturday night, which is, if you don't know your days of the week, tomorrow, we will choose a keeper and a chaser. Until then, keep in mind Mr. Potter, the captains position is open, and your team is counting on you." Harry glared at Mcgonagall, who frowned and left the room.
"No." Harry moaned, sinking into his chair by the fire in the common room. Hermione looked down at him from her book. {Animagi of the Eighteenth Century}
"I think it's very good that you will be the captain." She said with an encouraging smile.
"There you go, Harry. You're the best seeker in the world." Ron stated.
"Better than Krum?"
"Yes!" Hermione cried immediately. Ron shook his head.
"Anyone for chess?" He asked hopefully.
"No!" Harry and Hermione said quickly.
"Awww." Ron sighed.
"Maybe we should do our homework?" Hermione suggested. Ron snorted.
"We have all weekend Hermione!" He replied.
"Yeah, but quidditch tryouts are tomorrow!"
"Then what about Sunday night?"
"We have potions the next day! I don't think you want to sleep in!" Ron grumbled and took out his essay. Harry sighed.
"I'll go get the cloak." He said suddenly. Hermione looked up.
"Why?"
"You told me you needed it."
"Oh, crap! Ron, what time is it?" Hermione gasped. She had forgot all about James.
"It's 7:00, why? Late for a date?" Hermione smacked him on the head and grabbed the cloak from Harry.
"Thanks!" She called, running out of the common room. Ron shook his head.
"Chess?"
"Grrr, fine!"
Hermione raced across the grounds towards the womping willow. There was no one standing there. Hermione frowned. Was it some kind of joke? Yes, she was stupid to believe that he actually wanted to talk to her. She scowled and turned away, when someone grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth so she couldn't scream. The person pulled her into the womping willow. She started to sob. The person let go and she slapped the adult across the face.
"Oww! Hermione, it's me! James!" Hermione stopped in surprise. A fire flickered on from a pile of sticks on the floor. James Potters' face was illuminated by the strange eerie glow. His lip was bleeding slightly.
"Oh, James! I'm so sorry!" Hermione gasped. James shook his head. "You wanted to tell me something?" James nodded, smiling. He reached over and cupped her face in his hand. Hermione trembled as he drew her body towards his and enveloped her in a passionate kiss. Hermione tried to pull away, but James was gentle and persistent, and Hermione gradually melted into his arms, and the world around her was forgotten. She felt his tongue, exploring every corner of her mouth. She could taste the blood from his lip. James slid his arm down around her waist. Hermione reached up, which to her meant stretching her whole arm out, and brushed his hair out of his eyes, and the two finally pulled away, gasping for breath.
"What on earth?" Hermione whispered. James smiled.
"That's what I wanted to tell you." He murmured quietly.
"But James! I don't, I mean, what are you trying to tell me?"
"I." He paused, then smiled confidently. "l love you, Hermione Granger." He murmured softly. Hermione blinked in surprise. This had to be a joke. Yes, it was some kind of sick joke.
"You're joking." She whispered.
"No," James murmured. "I love you. I don't understand why, but I know I love you." Hermione looked up into his eyes, and her lips touched his once again. And she knew he wasn't lying. It was so sweet, this moment. She wanted to preserve that taste in her mouth forever. Except for the blood, his mouth tasted, strangely, like peppermints. James pulled away, smiling. Hermione started to grin, and he pulled her into his arms, his hand running down her neck to her breast. She trembled again. James withdrew his hand quickly.
"Are you scared?" He whispered. Hermione sighed.
"No." She replied, then "Yes. Very scared."
Fair Warning. NC- 17 rating. You don't have to read this part. It isn't that graphic, though. To tell you the truth, I think it's rather sweet.
"Don't be. I know this is all new to you, but." He paused. "I'll go slowly if you want." {A/N: You can skip the love making if you want. Although it is very sweet.} Hermione nodded, and felt him slowly taking her clothes off. First her school robes, then her shirt, until she was wearing just her sports bra. Hermione shivered in the cold. James waved his wand and a mattress appeared on the ground. He pulled Hermione slowly onto it. Hermione pulled away uncertainly. James smiled at her reassuringly. He reached over and took her bra off. Hermione was clad in nothing. James quietly undressed himself, and gradually Hermione got used to lying beside him and seeing him clad in nothing at all. At 9:00 the two finally built up the courage, and Hermione lost her virginity. {A/N: See, that wasn't so bad, was it?}
OKAY! STORY IS ONCE AGAIN RATED R. YOU CAN READ IT SAFELY NOW. Still kinda adult-like, though.
James' eyes fluttered open, and he looked down. Beside him, curled up in his arms, was Hermione.
"Shit." He muttered. It was a good thing it was Saturday. Hermione woke up and looked at him.
"That was, really." She murmured. "Enjoyable." James grinned.
"You know, not every girl is lucky enough to get it took so gently." He said slowly. "You like sex?"
"Well, I guess. It kinda hurt at first but it just got me all excited. I don't understand." She said after a while. James smiled. The two kissed again.
"Bit much on the first night, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Oh no! Ron and Harry! They're gonna be so worried and mad, and Ron is going to be so jealous." She gasped. James frowned.
"Hmm, maybe you can say you fell asleep in the library?" He suggested uncertainly. Hermione nodded, a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"This is bad."
"Very bad." The two glanced at each other. It suddenly struck Hermione about what just happened. She had sex with her best friends' father. Hermione made a brave attempt at conversation.
"You know, I found out on Monday that if I became an animagus, I would be an eagle." She said abruptly. James looked at her in surprise.
"Really? Hey, do you want to be an animagus?" He asked, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Yeah! Why, could you teach me?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"Sure! It can't be that hard."
"But it took you and Sirius and the rat a long time to figure things out." Hermione said slowly.
"Yeah, but now I know what I'm doing. Before I had to study and read up and all that. And we had to find our Phenotypes all by ourselves." James said with a shrug.
"Okay! Tell you what, I'll come back, say."
"How about Saturdays and um, Wednesdays? At 9:00?"
"Sure!" Hermione grinned as James listed a few books she should read.
"Trust me, this one will help." James said. "Only problem is, it's in the restricted section."
"Yeah, but I got your invisibility cloak!" Hermione replied.
"Wow!" James grabbed his cloak, his eyes shining. "My cloak." He looked over at Hermione, who grinned weakly. She departed with a kiss.
"I love you James!" She cried, clambering up and out of the tree, wrapped in Harrys' cloak. She took it off as she approached the Great Hall. When she walked towards the Gryffindor table, Harry and Ron, were standing, glaring at her.
"You guys," She began, "I'm really sorry I'm late."
END OF CHAPTER with major cliffie.
