Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I'm just playing with her world
Chapter 8: The Startings of a Bad Situation
! Warning: This chapter contains a sexual act. But it's at the end so if you don't want to read it, don't worry about it. !
The walk was pleasant enough, as the sun shone brightly down on the travelers while they took their cloaks off. Hermione would sometimes casually look over at Sirius and saw how much he enjoyed being free. Finally free. The two eventually reached the old and, from the outside, run down building, but upon entering the smell of food rushed at them as Hermione looked in awe at the beautiful new decorations of the house. As soon as the door slammed shut there was a rumbling of feet heading towards them.
Hermione was suddenly crushed by the arms of both Harry and Remus, who both felt the need to pick her up and spin her around till she got dizzy. At last, they let her catch her breathe and recover.
"Hey Hermione! How was trip? How has your summer been? Did your parents have fun in France? Are you hungry? Tired?" Harry had said this all in about 2.5 seconds, which caused Hermione, Sirius, and Remus to look at him very oddly.
"Wow, a lot of questions in, like, half a second Harry." Hermione chuckled. She took his arm and led him to the kitchen. "And yes I am hungry and that food smells amazing."
As the two went into the kitchen Sirius turned to Remus with a look that said 'I need to talk to you later.' But they finally followed Harry and Hermione into the kitchen.
The four ate a great meal made all by Remus, with a little help from Harry, which Harry kept reminding them all when someone would complement Remus. The chocolate and strawberry tarts came and they were soon talking of Hermione's summer.
"Well…I…" she looked over to Sirius who just gave her a small wink and a smile to encourage her. "I mostly laid out by my pool and worked on summer homework. It was quite lovely to be by myself for a while." Hermione deftly lied to Harry and Remus who bought the lie without question. Almost immediately the conversation stopped and Hermione took the opportunity to lead the talk to anything but her. "So how was your guys' summer?"
The three talked for hours about their summers tales, the up-coming school year, what will happen after Hogwarts, and, of course, quidditch, which let Hermione drift into the thoughts of her own summer, and Severus.
Soon their talked died down, and Harry made it known to Sirius and Remus that he wished to be alone with Hermione.
Sirius feigned a yawn, over dramatizing a stretch. "Well, Remus lets go upstairs and let these two kids talk."
"Of course, Padfoot." He smiled down at the two and reminded them not to stay up too late. Remus stood up quickly and headed towards the staircase, following Sirius.
As Remus and Sirius went up to have their own discussion, Harry led Hermione over to a plush scarlet couch.
Harry cleared his throat nervously and scooted closer to Hermione and took her hand in his. Hermione noticed immediately how cold they were compared to Severus's hands. "Um…Hermione can I ask you something?"
And Hermione knowing exactly where this was going, squeezed his hand back. "Yes, sure Harry. You can ask me anything."
"Well, I know we've been friends for such a long time and, well, I was wondering if you…um…maybe we could…"
Hermione chuckled at his fumbling of words. "Spit it out Harry."
"Well, I was just wondering when we could make good on that question I asked you on the train. You know when I asked you out on a date." Harry said this in a very timid voice, not wanting to be rejected.
Hermione knew it was coming but it still came as a shock to her. For a great moment she sat there thinking about Severus, but Sirius's words came to mind and she quickly answered. "Sure Harry I would love to." Hermione said very enthusiastic but had a voice in the back of her mind 'This is wrong Hermione, you still love him and you know it.' But she tried to quench the voice and a smile, wide and fake, helped her to cover up her deep uncertainty.
Thinking Hermione would quickly say "no" after she had practically ignored him for the last month, Harry's mouth fell to the floor and he was speechless for a good minute or two. "Really you would?" He asked incredulously.
"Yes, I would." Hermione bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming. She gently smiled at him and stood up. "I think it is time for me to go to sleep Harry. Good-night, Mr. Harry Potter." She said very aristocratically.
Harry grabbed her hand and kissed the knuckles before she left. "Good-night, Miss Hermione Granger." He then watched her stand up, walk out of the room, and up the stairs. With a light and giddy heart, Harry sat there with a look of pure, radiating joy and love coming from his face and eyes.
Once Hermione had left the room she fled up to her room and slammed her door closed locking it fiercely. She flopped down on her bed and felt the hot tears streak down her cheeks. 'How could you?' her conscience screamed at her. 'You're cheating on Severus. He will never forgive you, you dirty whore.' Hermione passed out on her bed from exhaustion, 'Oh my Gods, I can't believe I agreed to go out with him!
Harry was still sitting there with a look of pure joy and love radiating from him. He floated across the floor and he had images of him and Hermione forever. Nothing was going to break them up. He walked up the stairs not knowing that the thing that had made him so happy was making Hermione cry. She had agreed to go out with him!
"Well, Remus lets go upstairs and let these two kids talk." Sirius said trying not to let his voice rush.
Remus Lupin answered back as if nothing was wrong. "Of course, Padfoot."
Sirius had long sped up the steps and was waiting, not so patiently, at the top. Remus just took his time and seemed to be enjoying watching his friend suffer so much.
"Remus, if you do not hurry up, I will be forced to take action!" Sirius almost shouted. He desperately needed to talk to his friend about what Hermione had said to him earlier.
Remus heard this laughed to himself, and took each stair even slower, if this was possible. "I'm coming, old friend. I wouldn't want to be the cause of alarm. What would they think if the two love birds heard me stomping up the stairs?"
Finally Remus the top and he was dragged into the upper level library. Sirius locked the door and put a strong silencing spell on it. He quickly grabbed a large glass and poured it near full with Fire Whiskey. Gulping it down, Sirius paced back and forth in front of the fireplace, which too had a guard over it, for the time being.
Remus could now see that something was definitely up and something was not right. "Sirius, what's the matter. What happened before you got here?"
Sirius drank the rest in his glass, and walked over to a chair, one in a secluded corner. "Remus, something happened to Hermione over the summer. Something I need to tell you." This statement made Remus's ears perk up and he had a very nervous look to him. "She met someone from our past."
And so the story was passed on to another person. Remus listened carefully throughout the entire story. He was quiet for most of the time but every now and then he would add his two cents and some colorful language.
At the end, Remus just stood there looking very shell-shocked. "Wow! And now Harry is asking her out? And Hermione doesn't know that Snape is still alive? I can't believe this; she should have come to us at the very beginning. We could have prevented this, saved her the heart-break."
"I know but she didn't and there's nothing we can do about it now." Sirius was leaning back in his chair rubbing his eyes.
Remus had a flash of light come across his face. "But she's with Harry now. It will all be alright, she will go on with her life."
"Remus, she still loves him." Sirius said sighing. "The only reason Hermione agreed to go out with Harry was because I had to beg her to. She will not forget him that easily."
"But, if she knows he is alive why haven't we gotten a letter from Snape practically shouting at us to come get her?" Remus questioned trying to get his mind around the situation.
"I think she knows he's alive but I doubt it will hit her until she goes back to Hogwarts and sees him again." Sirius scratched the back of his neck and stared into his palm wondering what was going to happen. "That will not be a pretty sight. We will need to be there for her, Harry and Ron are not going to be much help."
The time passed quickly enough. Harry and Hermione were progressing nicely. All but Harry in the house knew about Hermione's summer and that she had spent it with the 18-year-old Snape, and that she had lost her virginity to him. And in her mind that is exactly how Hermione wanted to keep it, with Harry completely in the dark.
Sirius and Remus would sometimes catch the couple snogging with heat and passion that only seemed to be coming from Harry's side, or just watch them "act" like a normal couple. The two really did look like two young adults in love when you would pass them on the street, but if you were to talk to them for more then five minutes anyone could notice the distant look on Hermione's face or her hollow eyes were, even when she was looking at her supposedly beloved boy-friend.
Their one-month anniversary had finally arrived and they seemed to be steadily moving forward.
Harry sneaked up behind Hermione and put his hands over her eyes. For a brief and fleeting moment Hermione thought it was Severus, that he had finally some to pick her up, place her on his white, or would it be black, horse and take her away from this place. But the moment soon came to a screeching halt as Harry spoke.
"Hey, babe, guess what I got you?" Harry said enthusiastically.
'I don't care, shove it up your arse!' came to her mind but Hermione knew she was just angry it wasn't who she desperately wanted. "What have you got for me?"
Harry took one hand away from her eyes and reached into his pocket to retrieve the gift he had so fondly picked out. "Wait, wait, wait! Don't open your eyes yet! It's a surprise." Harry laughed out.
Hermione forced out a cutesy giggle.
He took the long box out and put it in front of her face and slowly pulled away his other hand. "Ok, you can open your eyes now." Nervousness crept into this voice.
Hermione opened her eyes and saw a long velvet box, knowing what it was almost immediately. She reached out and gently took it from Harry, trying not to cringe and squirm as he kissed and licked the back of her neck. Hermione opened the box and a beautiful silver chain with a red ruby pendent hanging from it acting as the eye of a fierce lion, which, as Harry told her, could be charmed to roar. She picked it up, still in awe and gave it to Harry as she bundled up her hair.
"Oh Harry it is so lovely. Thank you so much, I love it." She kissed his cheek lightly. But he gripped her chin and began kissing her more and more. These times Harry kissed her, she seemed to revel in as it gave her time to think.
The reason she enjoyed kissing Harry so much was because she would image it was Severus she was kissing. Although sometimes it would not work as she would think that Harry's hands were too small and they were colder. The main thing was that Severus always took his time roaming her body, while Harry usually went straight to her breasts in a matter of seconds. She would also remember how Severus would taste, a combination of smoke and cinnamon, while Harry had a way too minty flavor. Don't misunderstand, she liked Harry, she really did, but she knew that she could never love him the way he so badly wanted. Her heart would forever and always be in the hands of Severus Snape no matter what. That part of her was his and what he decided to do with it was his decision.
This time her mind had tricked her into believing that this man she was kissing was not Harry but her beloved Severus.
Harry started to take off her shirt, and was relieved for once that Hermione didn't stop him and go to bed claiming a headache. He messaged her breasts through her blue bra, the same one she had worn when she had made love to Severus. Seeing he didn't have to stop, he brought his arms to her chest and not so deftly took off her bra. But he did not marvel at them like Severus had, but roughly attacked them with his hands and mouth. This made Hermione wonder why Severus had not delicately and loving kissed his way down as he had before. But she put it out of her mind as she felt the erection rub against her knee in a frantic manner. Hermione, thinking of Severus, laid back on her bed as he put his weight on top of her.
Her mind whirred as a kind of grimy sensation ran through her body when she was on her back with her most loved man. Soon she was being flipped so that she was on top of him. He grabbed her hands and led them down towards his groin. She unzipped his pants, pulled them down, still not opening her eyes, for fear this dream might end. Soon she felt eager hands on her shoulders pushing her down.
Wanting to see Severus in such an intimate way, Hermione cautiously opened her eyes. But as she looked into the face of the man, she was horrified to find that Harry and not Severus was now underneath her waiting for her mouth to explore his slightly oozing member.
Knowing how odd it would seem if she pulled back now, Hermione tentatively and with a look of disgust that Harry could not see took him in her mouth. The sex act was over extremely fast as Harry let out a stifled cry and poured himself into Hermione's mouth.
The overly salty, gritty substance filled her mouth as she forced herself to swallow it and not the throw up.
"Oh, I love you so much, baby." Harry said tiredly.
"Me too, Harry." Hermione strained out, still trying to rid her mouth of the foreign material.
To her words, Harry re-did his pants, as Hermione out her bra and shirt back on. When they were both dressed, Hermione started to leave but was pulled back down by Harry, who promptly fell asleep.
A/N: Thank you people for reading this. I tried not to make it too graphic. Please review and let me know how I'm doing. BYE