A/N: Andy's hangin around for a while so I'm writing chapter 3! Nothing much to say except read, review, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: Ok, you KNOW I did not create Harry Potter or any other of his little friends so sod off.
All Is Fair in Love and War
Chapter 3: The Talk and Midnight Madness
Harry's eyes widened in shock and fear and Hermione groaned.
Mum, no! Please not the talk! He knows about this already! We read about these sort of things in Health Studies! There was no such thing but Hermione continued, Mum, please no–!
Hermione pleaded with her mum to spare Harry but the attempts to change her mother's mind went down the drain and so did Harry's attempts to duck in the guest room. Harry's plan of escape was ruined when Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him down the stairs.
I'm not covering for you! Hermione snarled. I tried to save you but it didn't work! I've had this talk already and I'm not replacing you just to hear it again!
Harry's POV
Mr. Granger towered over Harry's seated figure with a protective-dad' look. If Harry drew back anymore into the squashy armchair, he'd be part of it.
began Mr. Granger as he started to pace the room, index finger and thumb holding his chin in a thoughtful manner, My wife tells me that you and my daughter have become closer than best friends. Or are you going to tell me that my wife is a liar?
I–uh-sir. Your wife is not a liar, I a–as–assure you, Mr. Granger, Harry sputtered. He might be the most powerful wizard of his age but Hermione's father was beginning to have frightening effects on him.
So you and Hermione are seeing each other? Mr. Granger asked although knowing the answer, still pacing the living room.
Y–yes, Mr. Granger.
Have you two ever been intimate in any way? Hermione's father demanded.
Harry's face blushed red. Does touching and kissing count as being intimate?' he thought to himself.
N–n–no more than kissing, Mr. Granger, Harry replied, looking Mr. Granger straight in the eye.
Hermione's father raised an eyebrow and continued pacing.
You do know that the risks of kissing range from a simple cold caught to a serious STD? (A/N: It's true. I did a bit of reading myself.)
Harry had to do a double take for that one. No bloody way!'
Harry blurted out.
Wouldn't hurt to do a bit more reading Harry. I suggest you spend more time in the library.
Harry did all that he could to keep from grinning as he recalled the incident in Hermione's secret room at the back of the library.
I plan to, Harry said, meaning every bit of what he said.
Good. Remember that I frown upon intimacy under the age of...well 17 now because the Ministry of Magic considers that to be the age that a witch or wizard is a registered adult. So if you're ever in the position to have sex with my daughter, think of me–
Ugh, that'll keep me from enjoying myself.'
Or at least wear a condom, he finished.
Yes, sir, Harry said in a tiny voice.
Very well. You may leave.
Harry got up from the armchair and walked quickly to the door. As soon as his hand touched the doorknob Mr. Granger called out to him.
Harry, wait a minute.
Yes, Mr. Granger? Harry asked, fearing what was coming next.
Take care of Hermione. She is my special and only little girl and I don't want her to get hurt.
I will protect her with all my heart, sir. She's my angel, I love her, and I will do my best to keep all harm away from her, Harry said, his voice filled with emotion.
Very good, Hermione's father said to Harry while patting him on the shoulder.
Hermione sat in the kitchen with her mother eating grilled cheese sandwiches.
You don't think Dad was too hard on Harry? Hermione inquired.
Why don't you ask him now, dear? Mrs. Granger said.
Harry had just walked through the kitchen door after Mr. Granger. He strode over to where Hermione sat, bent down and took her face in his hands, and kissed her. It was a slow, sweet kiss. Hermione's parents looked at each other and smiled. Harry finally pulled away and grinned at Hermione.
It was that bad? Hermione said, giggling.
replied Harry. I've just been waiting to show my love for you without having to hide it.
Harry, that's so sweet! Hermione said as she hugged him.
Don't they make a cute couple? Mrs. Granger said idly.
Yeah, I guess so, said Mr. Granger a bit roughly even though his small grin gave him away.
...
A while later after Hermione's parents had left the kitchen Harry and Hermione had taken to feeding each other their cheese sandwiches. Hermione had fed Harry his last piece of sandwich.
Aww, you have no more! Hermione cooed, Do you want some of my sandwich, Harry?
She promptly popped the last bit into her mouth. Harry watched this and grinned.
Yes I do, he replied and bent his head down and captured her mouth with his.
Hermione had long swallowed the piece but they both knew that it wasn't what Harry really wanted. Harry moved his lips against hers and Hermione met each movement in perfect harmony. He slightly opened his mouth a bit more and let his tongue graze Hermione's bottom lip. She responded by letting it gain entrance into her mouth. Their two tongues met, twisted, turned, battled, and caressed each other. The couple sat with one hand in the other's hair and the second hand in the other's lap, stroking each other's thigh. Little did they know, Hermione's father had been leaning back on the wall by the door the whole time watching them, waiting for them to stop. However, they continued on with their ministrations.
Hermione gasped in between kisses,
Harry set his glasses on the table as his mouth left hers and settled on the spot between her jaw and her ear. Hermione's body went limp as she let her boyfriend attack all the sensitive spots on it.
Harry growled into her neck. Her touch was beginning to be unbearable.
What you need is a cold shower, Mr. Granger interrupted.
Both teens jumped a mile apart, startled.
Hermione squeaked.
Mr. Granger! Harry choked out.
Hermione, Harry, Mr. Granger said sternly, Slow it down. You two are only sixteen and under my roof. In my eyes, that is not very smart. Oh, and Harry? Remember what I said.
And with that, Mr. Granger turned swiftly and walked out. Harry shut his eyes tight and kneaded the sides of his head.
I won't be needing that cold shower anymore, he groaned.
What did my father tell you? Hermione inquired, her face still brick red from being caught.
Whenever I'm in the position to become intimate with you, think of him, he replied.
Ugh! That'll do it!
That's exactly what I thought.
But it worked, didn't it? Hermione asked, glancing briefly at the spot on Harry's pants where a significant bulge had just been.
You've got that right.
They sat in silence for a few minutes just gazing at each other. That is, until Hermione audibly yawned.
Harry asked mildly.
Hermione mumbled.
Do you want to go to bed?
Uh uh.
Where then?
The backyard? Harry was confused.
Harry put his glasses back on, took Hermione's hand, and walked to the back door of the house. He then opened it to reveal a large, lush green backyard which had loads of trees. A hammock was stretched between the two largest trees. Hermione pulled Harry towards it. Harry laid in it and brought Hermione down to lay on top of him (A/N: They are just resting now, don't get it twisted.). Hermione let her head rest on Harry's chest as it rose and fell with each breath he took. She listened to his heartbeat and let it lull her to sleep. Harry knew Hermione was sleeping when he felt her body get heavier. He snaked his arms around her waist and kissed the top of her head.
Sweet dreams, dear Hermione, he whispered to her sleeping form as he drifted into sleep.
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Harry awoke to a faceful of hair. His nose twitched and he brushed it away. He looked down to see darkness. He looked to his left and right so see nothing but darkness. He was confused only for a second as he looked up and saw stars. Literally. Stars and a bright half moon. He remembered falling asleep with Hermione in the hammock. Outside. Ah, I get it now. We're still in the backyard.' He noticed that Hermione was still sleeping. He shook her a bit until she stirred.
she asked groggily, Is that you?
Yeah. What time is it?
Hermione shifted herself so her back was to Harry's chest. She held up her wrist and pressed the button on her watch to turn its light on.
It's 12:05am, Harry. About midnight. I wonder why my mum and dad didn't wake us.
They probably thought we looked so cute together, Harry said with a hint of sarcasm to his voice.
That would be my mum.
They lay in silence for nearly five minutes until Hermione said,
The sight is beautiful, isn't it?
Very beautiful, Harry breathed, not looking at the stars at all.
Hermione looked up to see him staring at her. A smile crept up on her face as she met his lips in a short but sweet kiss.
Do you know what, Hermione? Harry said.
No, I do not know what.
I think I'm in love with you.
That deafening silence fell on them like a blanket once again.
Even if it has been only a day that we've been together, he continued.
–I mean, I understand if you don't feel the same way but–
–Harry, I–!
–There is really no need to pity me. I just wanted to let you know–
Harry, I LOVE YOU! Hermione yelled over him.
It had seemed that even the crickets had stopped chirping to listen.
I love you, I love you, I love you! Hermione repeated herself like a broken record.
Y–y–you do? Harry stuttered.
Yes! You think it has only been one day, Harry. But it has really been five years! We just didn't realize it until yesterday.
A tear slipped out of Hermione's left eye. That has always been the weak eye,' she thought. Harry wiped away the tear with his thumb and kissed Hermione quietly on the lips. The knot he had been feeling in his stomach was growing tighter as it traveled downward to settle in his groin. Not again!' he thought. His hand slipped in front of Hermione and reached the top of her jeans. He tugged at the button and zipper in vain. Frustrated, he ripped them clean off the jeans. Hermione gasped into his mouth at his roughness. His fingers dipped into her panties and caressed her soft folds (A/N: Heehee giggles Soft folds...I'm proofreading and it just sounds funny after reading it five times.) which were becoming wetter by each passing second. Hermione purred with anticipation and pleasure as he stroked the tiny little button between her legs painfully slowly. She began to rock her hips when his fingers dove into her entrance then pulling out and diving back in. Hermione wanted to scream out but being that they were in the backyard and could awake the neighbors, if not her parents, it wasn't such a good idea. Harry's rhythm became faster and Hermione's breaths became shorter as she made little moans and sounds.
Say my name, Harry growled as he plunged his fingers deeper.
Hermione yelped in surprise.
He gave his fingers another hard thrust.
Hermione squealed a bit louder. She was close. Even Harry could feel it.
His voice was low, demanding, and sexy. He hooked his fingers inside of Hermione, pushing her over the edge.
Hermione screamed her release.
She didn't care anymore if her parents heard. She had never felt so good in her life as she rode out the last waves of pleasure. Her body slumped back against Harry's. His fingers were still in her for a while until he slowly pulled them out. Hermione whimpered his name in protest. Harry held up his fingers. Although he couldn't see, he could feel that his fingers were drenched in some sticky fluid. He wiped each finger slowly on Hermione's neck, then dipped his head down and licked all of it off. Hermione was breathing deeply again as she grinded her body into Harry's.
Don't do that, Hermione, Harry said in a strangled voice as he firmly grasped her hips and pushed her harder into him. That's another time. This was all for you.
said Hermione, Then why are we still moving?
Because we can't stop, Harry said breathlessly, I can't stop.
Harry moved Hermione back and forth, grinding her into him. He grunted and moaned.
Say my name, Hermione said, using the same force as Harry did.
he managed to groan.
Hermione smiled in satisfaction.
I'm about to make a mess of my underwear.
Suddenly, Harry's grip tightened so much that Hermione gasped at how strong he was. His eyes shut tight and he bit his bottom lip as he hit his peak. After a few seconds, Harry regained the power of speech.
Yeah, I made a huge mess, he said then laughed.
Hermione said, There goes our sexual frustration. I certainly needed that and I think you did too. I've been so uptight lately. By the way where did you learn how to do that with your fingers?
It must be a Potter trait, Harry said cheekily, panting slightly.
Don't get too happy now.
She smiled and kissed him on the cheek and then looked at her torn jeans.
I can't believe you completely ripped my jeans, she said.
There's some kind of hidden strength that only comes out when im frustrated or under pressure, Harry remarked.
Hermione said, interested.
Yeah. I discovered something else during the summer too. Watch.
Harry placed his hand on Hermione's ripped zipper. Harry closed his eyes and concentrated. Hermione felt a warmth spreading from Harry's hand and she squirmed. When Harry removed his hand, to Hermione's dismay, the jeans looked as if they were never torn. Hermione gasped.
Harry! That was wandless magic! That's very rare, especially for a sixteen year old wizard! How did you find out about it?
Hermione was awestruck and amazed at Harry's new found power.
It was an accident. I would get really depressed a night and I would get up and just punch a hole in the wall. One night I just happened to lean on the wall and rest my hand over the hole. When I pulled my hand away, the wall looked as if there had been no hole at all. I continued to create holes and reparing them every night and morning.
Hermione whispered.
I've been depressed until you came, Hermione. You're my angel sent from heaven to save me. But I'm afraid that no matter how hard I try to pretect her, my angel would get sent back to heaven and leave me here alone.
Hermione felt her eyes well up with tears.
Harry, what do you mean?
Hermione, Voldemort is out to kill me and anyone that stands in his way. This means the people I love are in danger of being wiped out by him and his Death Eaters. I don't to lose you, Hermione.
Harry's voice choked up and tears began to fall from his emerald eyes. Hermione brought his hands around to rest on her stomache and she laced her fingers with his.
You won't lose me, Harry. I will be right here with you. Forever.
The last word in her sentence was a whisper.
I love you, Harry Potter.
I love you, Hermione Potter–
A shocked silence followed Harry's words. He moved his mouth trying to make sound come out but none did.
Th–that was a mistake. I didn't mean to say that, he stuttered apologetically.
I think you did, Hermione said, smiling. It does have a bit of a ring to it.
They shared a loving smile as Hermione leaned back onto Harry, her fingers still entertwined with his, as they drifted into a much needed sleep.
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A/N: Aww...that was a sweet ending. The chapter itself was kind of racy but that's why its rated R, folks! Anyway, Ron hasn't been in the picture for a while so he's coming up next chapter in Chapter 4 - Surprise! x2
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