~I am sorry for the delay in posting this chapter. I've had a very busy schedule. And just so you remember, I did not write this alone. Thanks again, Madi!~
CHAPTER 7
Lure of the Forbidden Fruit
When Harry and Ron were able to move their heads, they looked at each other. They looked exactly the same, but between them, everything was different. They still considered each other as friends, yet at the same time, rivals. They fought on two different sides of the same war. They stood in silence.
"Shall we get to our next class?" asked Ron. Harry nodded.
* * * * *
The rest of their classes went on without anything interesting happening, except for Seamus Finnigan blowing all sorts of things up. On the way back to the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Ron walked on the opposing ends of Hermione. Neither seemed to be talking to each other very much, and Hermione took note of that. A slight smile spread across her lips. This is something she's only dreamed about before. Two boys fighting for her! She knew that it was wrong to create a rivalry, but she didn't care. She felt special. She decided to toy with them longer. Hermione tripped (on purpose, to see who would be the first to react), and the boys did their best to keep her from falling. One of them succeeded. Ron threw a triumphant glance at Harry before bringing Hermione back to her feet. Harry stared at Ron with mild hatred in his eyes. Hermione was loving this!
They reached the entrance to Gryffindor Tower and said the password. Hermione made it a point to get in first. She slowly and provocatively laid down on the couch, much in the same way she had the night she received the flowers. She figured that her skirt would definitely help this position, too. The boys tried their best not to stare. Their eyes, however, kept wanting to pull back to the arousing sight. Her pose gave Harry perverted thoughts. He wanted more than anything to jump on top of her. He restrained himself, though, having full respect for Hermione. He knew that Ron was thinking the same thing anyway, and it really wouldn't help his status to offend her. Hermione knew what they were thinking and suppressed a laugh.
She couldn't resist this opportunity. "What's wrong, you two?" She brought her hands between her head and the couch's arm. This emphasized her breasts, and she knew it.
Harry felt himself hardening. He turned his head to Ron, as if to say 'You answer!'
Ron answered, voice cracking, "Nothing!"
Hermione was ready for this. She responded in a voice she knew would enthrall them further, "Whatever you say."
'Whatever you say.' Those words stayed in both Harry and Ron's mind. They wanted her so badly, but they wanted her respect as well. Why, oh why did she have to be so goddamn attractive?
"I'm gonna go to my room." Harry said, wanting to leave this awkward situation.
"Why, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"I'm. . .um, I'm just tired. Goodnight!" Without letting either of them respond, he went to the boys' dormitory.
* * * * *
He stayed in his bed until nightfall. He was there, just thinking. All of these mental pictures of Hermione were floating through his head. He was becoming erect again. Since his curtains were concealing him, he decided to free it from its cage. When he let it loose, a question wandered through his mind. How did he compare?
Harry, leaning over the side of his bed, searched through the contents under his bed. He placed his four copies of "Sexy Stripped Spellbinders" to the side and looked deeper. He found what he was looking for. He dragged out a textbook titled "The Wizard's Guide to Sex" and opened it up to the chapter on penis size. He learned the normal size for his age and took out his wand. "Rulmesarus," he whispered. A ruler appeared next to him. He checked his length. He found that he was average, which disappointed him a bit. But knowing that he could be smaller, he didn't argue. He put "The Wizard's Guide to Sex" away and took an issue of "Sexy Stripped Spellbinders" out. He flipped through the pages. Then, he did what any male with pornography and no one watching would do.
CHAPTER 7
Lure of the Forbidden Fruit
When Harry and Ron were able to move their heads, they looked at each other. They looked exactly the same, but between them, everything was different. They still considered each other as friends, yet at the same time, rivals. They fought on two different sides of the same war. They stood in silence.
"Shall we get to our next class?" asked Ron. Harry nodded.
* * * * *
The rest of their classes went on without anything interesting happening, except for Seamus Finnigan blowing all sorts of things up. On the way back to the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Ron walked on the opposing ends of Hermione. Neither seemed to be talking to each other very much, and Hermione took note of that. A slight smile spread across her lips. This is something she's only dreamed about before. Two boys fighting for her! She knew that it was wrong to create a rivalry, but she didn't care. She felt special. She decided to toy with them longer. Hermione tripped (on purpose, to see who would be the first to react), and the boys did their best to keep her from falling. One of them succeeded. Ron threw a triumphant glance at Harry before bringing Hermione back to her feet. Harry stared at Ron with mild hatred in his eyes. Hermione was loving this!
They reached the entrance to Gryffindor Tower and said the password. Hermione made it a point to get in first. She slowly and provocatively laid down on the couch, much in the same way she had the night she received the flowers. She figured that her skirt would definitely help this position, too. The boys tried their best not to stare. Their eyes, however, kept wanting to pull back to the arousing sight. Her pose gave Harry perverted thoughts. He wanted more than anything to jump on top of her. He restrained himself, though, having full respect for Hermione. He knew that Ron was thinking the same thing anyway, and it really wouldn't help his status to offend her. Hermione knew what they were thinking and suppressed a laugh.
She couldn't resist this opportunity. "What's wrong, you two?" She brought her hands between her head and the couch's arm. This emphasized her breasts, and she knew it.
Harry felt himself hardening. He turned his head to Ron, as if to say 'You answer!'
Ron answered, voice cracking, "Nothing!"
Hermione was ready for this. She responded in a voice she knew would enthrall them further, "Whatever you say."
'Whatever you say.' Those words stayed in both Harry and Ron's mind. They wanted her so badly, but they wanted her respect as well. Why, oh why did she have to be so goddamn attractive?
"I'm gonna go to my room." Harry said, wanting to leave this awkward situation.
"Why, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"I'm. . .um, I'm just tired. Goodnight!" Without letting either of them respond, he went to the boys' dormitory.
* * * * *
He stayed in his bed until nightfall. He was there, just thinking. All of these mental pictures of Hermione were floating through his head. He was becoming erect again. Since his curtains were concealing him, he decided to free it from its cage. When he let it loose, a question wandered through his mind. How did he compare?
Harry, leaning over the side of his bed, searched through the contents under his bed. He placed his four copies of "Sexy Stripped Spellbinders" to the side and looked deeper. He found what he was looking for. He dragged out a textbook titled "The Wizard's Guide to Sex" and opened it up to the chapter on penis size. He learned the normal size for his age and took out his wand. "Rulmesarus," he whispered. A ruler appeared next to him. He checked his length. He found that he was average, which disappointed him a bit. But knowing that he could be smaller, he didn't argue. He put "The Wizard's Guide to Sex" away and took an issue of "Sexy Stripped Spellbinders" out. He flipped through the pages. Then, he did what any male with pornography and no one watching would do.