(A/N: Okay, I'm going to make this Author's Note short, so, enjoy!)
Chapter 9
Soon it was winter and the last day of testing for the I.V.T.'s. Harry passed all of them, well, except Potions. Snape hardly got to believe that Harry passed his test. Harry swore he heard Snape mutter," Hell to Minerva....to Albus Dumbeldork too......" Harry just rolled his eyes and walked on. The ball was extremely wonderful. Hermione wore a silky violet dress with velvet lining. She had her hair in a french bun. She wore a little bit of make up, which she didn't do herself, but Lavender( ' You look wonderful! But are you sure you don't want darker make-up?') did it. She wore a pair of glass slippers that were her mothers, and , amazingly, it fits. Harry thought she looked angelic. With the look of an angel in her eyes, her hair, her smile...( Now Harry, stick to the story...don't daydream.)... and that annoying author in every corner...(Now that is getting too far, Harry. Behave this instant!) whatever. Anyway, she looked angelic as ever. Harry was wearing a maroon dress robe, a pair of brown shoes that Harry...well....he borrowed it from a certain friend of his who happens to be...well, supernatural. Harry asked Ron if he could at least try and tame that wild hair of his with everything they could, but unfortunately, Harry's hair is one of the unstoppable things like tornadoes and little sisters. When Harry was waiting in the Common Room in front of the marble stairs, he watched Ron play chess with Neville. "Hey, are you sure you're allowed to do that technique?"Neville asked Ron. "Yes mate, sure, I can do any ouch!! technique I want."answered Ron. Harry saw Ron smirk at Harry and he smirked back. Harry turned back at the marble stairs and heard voices and footsteps going down the stairs. "Lavender, oh, it's wonderful and all, but-" "Oh come on Hermione, you can't do that look with out a little dab of make-up!" "You call this 'a little' dab of make-up? I almost look like a clown in this light.." "Hermione, only in that light. I mean, here, I can see a beautiful princess in a purple dress." "Oh, I know you don't really mean that, Lavender, I mean, what will Harry think of me? I'll bet a clown.." "Oh come on, keep your spirits up, tell me the truth, are you crazy over him?" "Well, um, okay, I really am crazy for him, I mean, ever since--second--year..." "Hi Harry!" Harry looked at the pair of women, Lavender, wearing a blue dress and Hermione wearing a purple one. Harry stepped aside for Ron and watched as Ron bowed in front of her and Lavender curtsied for him. When Ron walked near the door, Ron winked at Harry and Lavender mouthed to Hermione, ' See? He thinks you're beautiful!'. Harry turned to Hermione in time to see Hermione mouthing to Lavender, ' How do you know?' but stopped and blushed madly. " Why I agree with Lavender, you do look beautiful." Hermione blushed even more and said, " Well, I should say, you look charming." Harry copied Ron, he bowed in front of Hermione and let out a hand. "May I?" Hermione curtsied and took his hand." Sure." They danced all night and when Harry dipped her at the strike of 12:00 P.M., He kissed her. It had been the best night of his life.
It was the last 4 months of the school year, and Hermione was called on by Professor McGonagall. When Hermione came back, she had the most puzzled face she could ever have. She sat down beside Harry, covered her face in her hands, and sobbed. Harry rubbed her back in soothing circles. He began cooing to her. He knew it wouldn't help, because her sobs got even worse. Harry hugged her tightly, and she cried in Harry's chest, and Harry kissed her forehead and rubbed her back again. Harmione looked up at him, smiled meekly, and barely talked but squeaked, " Thank you Harry." Harry opened his mouth to ask why she was crying, but closed it and ignored the thought. At night, Harry was awoken from his sleep by soft sobbing. Harry got out of his room and knocked on Hermione's door. Hermione stopped sobbing and Harry opened her door. Her sat on her bed and hugged her. " 'Mione, why are you crying?" Hermione looked up at him, and looked away. " 'Mione.." "Harry, you don't want to know...Harry, I can't just tell you..." "Hermione, if you love me, you'd tell me the truth." Hermione looked at Harry 's eyes and said," Harry, I j-just read the book of prophecies." Harry urged Hermione to go on. " I-I saw the p-part ab-bout Vold-demort..." She began crying. She stopped, wiped her tears away, and went on. " H-He'll k-kill y-you......h-he'll t-take o-over....." "He'll take over what?" Hermione choked on something, then talked. " H-he'll t-take o-over m-my body....." Harry looked at her, completely in disbelief. " I knew, I shouldn;t have said that! I couldn't have done that! I...." "Shh, Hermione, shh........I would have known that myself, Hermione. It's none of our fault. Do you know why he would do that?" Hermione nodded. "Why?" "B-because he knows th-that y-you l-love me t-too damn m-much..." Harry kissed her neck and said, " It's okay, you'll be safe in my hands."
Harry looked at Hermione. " I don't have to ask Snape to teach you Occlumency, do I?" Hermione looked at him and giggled softly. "Do you know when this will happen?" "No, but I only read that it won't be today..." Hermione was sliding her hand to Harry's neck. Harry kissed Hermione's cheek teasingly, then slid his tongue into her mouth. Hermione's mouth was demanding for an entrance and when his mouth opened, she explored the wonderful feeling of it. Hermione hitched up her skirt, and Harry slowly slid his hand through her nightdress and reached her bra clasp. He undid it all, and they both gasped for breath. "Her..mione...?" "It's okay......." They kissed again, deeper, and Harry felt Hermione's hand slide and remove her bra. She removed her nightdress, only to reveal her breast, and her black underwear. Harry's hand crept to her waist, then to the rim of her underwear, and began to pull it down and both gasped for breath again. "Harry , can I..?" Harry nodded as she slid her hands down to Harry's pants, slowly pulling them down to show his boxers. She unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his chest, and hand sliding to his boxers, pushing them down, and leaving them on the floor. She grasped Harry's erection, and Harry cupped her breast in his hand. He decided to lick the round part of her nipple for starters. Then, slowly, he sucked her nipple and she moaned in excitement. Harry and Hermione began to make love.
Chapter 9
Soon it was winter and the last day of testing for the I.V.T.'s. Harry passed all of them, well, except Potions. Snape hardly got to believe that Harry passed his test. Harry swore he heard Snape mutter," Hell to Minerva....to Albus Dumbeldork too......" Harry just rolled his eyes and walked on. The ball was extremely wonderful. Hermione wore a silky violet dress with velvet lining. She had her hair in a french bun. She wore a little bit of make up, which she didn't do herself, but Lavender( ' You look wonderful! But are you sure you don't want darker make-up?') did it. She wore a pair of glass slippers that were her mothers, and , amazingly, it fits. Harry thought she looked angelic. With the look of an angel in her eyes, her hair, her smile...( Now Harry, stick to the story...don't daydream.)... and that annoying author in every corner...(Now that is getting too far, Harry. Behave this instant!) whatever. Anyway, she looked angelic as ever. Harry was wearing a maroon dress robe, a pair of brown shoes that Harry...well....he borrowed it from a certain friend of his who happens to be...well, supernatural. Harry asked Ron if he could at least try and tame that wild hair of his with everything they could, but unfortunately, Harry's hair is one of the unstoppable things like tornadoes and little sisters. When Harry was waiting in the Common Room in front of the marble stairs, he watched Ron play chess with Neville. "Hey, are you sure you're allowed to do that technique?"Neville asked Ron. "Yes mate, sure, I can do any ouch!! technique I want."answered Ron. Harry saw Ron smirk at Harry and he smirked back. Harry turned back at the marble stairs and heard voices and footsteps going down the stairs. "Lavender, oh, it's wonderful and all, but-" "Oh come on Hermione, you can't do that look with out a little dab of make-up!" "You call this 'a little' dab of make-up? I almost look like a clown in this light.." "Hermione, only in that light. I mean, here, I can see a beautiful princess in a purple dress." "Oh, I know you don't really mean that, Lavender, I mean, what will Harry think of me? I'll bet a clown.." "Oh come on, keep your spirits up, tell me the truth, are you crazy over him?" "Well, um, okay, I really am crazy for him, I mean, ever since--second--year..." "Hi Harry!" Harry looked at the pair of women, Lavender, wearing a blue dress and Hermione wearing a purple one. Harry stepped aside for Ron and watched as Ron bowed in front of her and Lavender curtsied for him. When Ron walked near the door, Ron winked at Harry and Lavender mouthed to Hermione, ' See? He thinks you're beautiful!'. Harry turned to Hermione in time to see Hermione mouthing to Lavender, ' How do you know?' but stopped and blushed madly. " Why I agree with Lavender, you do look beautiful." Hermione blushed even more and said, " Well, I should say, you look charming." Harry copied Ron, he bowed in front of Hermione and let out a hand. "May I?" Hermione curtsied and took his hand." Sure." They danced all night and when Harry dipped her at the strike of 12:00 P.M., He kissed her. It had been the best night of his life.
It was the last 4 months of the school year, and Hermione was called on by Professor McGonagall. When Hermione came back, she had the most puzzled face she could ever have. She sat down beside Harry, covered her face in her hands, and sobbed. Harry rubbed her back in soothing circles. He began cooing to her. He knew it wouldn't help, because her sobs got even worse. Harry hugged her tightly, and she cried in Harry's chest, and Harry kissed her forehead and rubbed her back again. Harmione looked up at him, smiled meekly, and barely talked but squeaked, " Thank you Harry." Harry opened his mouth to ask why she was crying, but closed it and ignored the thought. At night, Harry was awoken from his sleep by soft sobbing. Harry got out of his room and knocked on Hermione's door. Hermione stopped sobbing and Harry opened her door. Her sat on her bed and hugged her. " 'Mione, why are you crying?" Hermione looked up at him, and looked away. " 'Mione.." "Harry, you don't want to know...Harry, I can't just tell you..." "Hermione, if you love me, you'd tell me the truth." Hermione looked at Harry 's eyes and said," Harry, I j-just read the book of prophecies." Harry urged Hermione to go on. " I-I saw the p-part ab-bout Vold-demort..." She began crying. She stopped, wiped her tears away, and went on. " H-He'll k-kill y-you......h-he'll t-take o-over....." "He'll take over what?" Hermione choked on something, then talked. " H-he'll t-take o-over m-my body....." Harry looked at her, completely in disbelief. " I knew, I shouldn;t have said that! I couldn't have done that! I...." "Shh, Hermione, shh........I would have known that myself, Hermione. It's none of our fault. Do you know why he would do that?" Hermione nodded. "Why?" "B-because he knows th-that y-you l-love me t-too damn m-much..." Harry kissed her neck and said, " It's okay, you'll be safe in my hands."
Harry looked at Hermione. " I don't have to ask Snape to teach you Occlumency, do I?" Hermione looked at him and giggled softly. "Do you know when this will happen?" "No, but I only read that it won't be today..." Hermione was sliding her hand to Harry's neck. Harry kissed Hermione's cheek teasingly, then slid his tongue into her mouth. Hermione's mouth was demanding for an entrance and when his mouth opened, she explored the wonderful feeling of it. Hermione hitched up her skirt, and Harry slowly slid his hand through her nightdress and reached her bra clasp. He undid it all, and they both gasped for breath. "Her..mione...?" "It's okay......." They kissed again, deeper, and Harry felt Hermione's hand slide and remove her bra. She removed her nightdress, only to reveal her breast, and her black underwear. Harry's hand crept to her waist, then to the rim of her underwear, and began to pull it down and both gasped for breath again. "Harry , can I..?" Harry nodded as she slid her hands down to Harry's pants, slowly pulling them down to show his boxers. She unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his chest, and hand sliding to his boxers, pushing them down, and leaving them on the floor. She grasped Harry's erection, and Harry cupped her breast in his hand. He decided to lick the round part of her nipple for starters. Then, slowly, he sucked her nipple and she moaned in excitement. Harry and Hermione began to make love.