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Summary: Harry Potter is naturally good at everything, bloody hot, and in a rivalry against Draco Malfoy for the "appointment" of Hogwarts sex god. Harry decides to start a little business to help him with his race. He already has sex with tons of people, why not make it more public? What happens when Harry finds someone who manages to woo his heart, and not just his body? Will he be able to cut down to being with just one person?
Warning: CONTAINS HIGH SEXUAL CONTENT-YOU ARE WARNED. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT KIND OF THING. SOME LANGUAGE BUT NOT TOO MUCH. IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY STORY TELL ME AND NOT FANFICTION, THANKS MUCH!
A/N: This IS a Hermione/Harry story (as it is in the Harry/Hermione section), but they will not be getting together right away, because Harry doesn't think of her like that yet—you will understand that a little bit better with this chapter. But Hermione is on the prowl; and Harry will never know what hit him!
Harry pulled Ginny over to the bed and captured her mouth in a firm but gentle kiss, receiving a deep moan from Ginny. He quickly deepened the kiss, roughly inserting his tongue into her mouth.
"Mmm, Harry," Ginny moaned. Harry quickly removed Ginny's shirt, bra, and pants leaving her only in her almost-non-existent thong. He began licking and kissing at her breasts.
Meanwhile, Ginny pulled Harry's shirt, pants, and boxers off leaving him completely naked. Ginny grabbed Harry's penis and placed a gentle kiss on the top, and then began to swirl her tongue around it and then up and down. She then put it in her mouth and--…
"Harry! Ginny!" Hermione gasped.
Ginny ashamedly took Harry's penis out of her mouth and Harry quickly scrambled around on the floor to grab his boxers and a shirt for Ginny.
"What the hell are you doing here, Hermione?" Harry asked while pulling on his boxers. If anyone else had walked in on them Harry would have been more pissed rather than embarrassed; but for some reason he had always felt the need to protect Hermione from him and his 'sexual' actions. Sure, she knew some of the stuff that he did, but she'd never nearly seen him naked or anything, so to say the least, this was incredibly embarrassing for him and for Ginny as well. I mean, how would you like it if your best friend walked in on you naked and giving head to a guy- namely her other best friend?
"I—I…." Hermione trailed off.
"What, Hermione? Why would you just walk in on me… you knew the kind of thing that would be going on!" Harry said, desperately.
"I… Malfoy took your flyer to Snape and he was pissed, Harry. I think your charm wore off or something… Dumbledore wants to see you right away!"
"What happened to knocking, Hermione?" Ginny asked. Ginny and Hermione were best friends as well, but Ginny wasn't real open with Hermione about her sexual life either. It wasn't like she tried to hide it, but Hermione always seemed grossed out or embarrassed when she talked about it so Ginny pretty much never mentioned it.
"I—I did, but no one answered, so I just let myself in," she explained.
"I'm sorry, guys," Hermione apologized. Turning to Harry she said, "You need to go and see Dumbledore right away—he sent me to find you."
"Fine," he replied. "Will you please give us a moment, Hermione?"
"You don't have time to finish, Harry," Hermione said, but with a stern look from Harry she headed into the hall to wait for him there.
Ginny sighed, "Well I guess that's that, then, eh?"
Harry nodded, but glanced at his still enlarged nether regions. "But this is going to be a problem," he said laughing. "Wouldn't it be just my luck that Dumbledore wants to see me at a time like this? Oh well… Hidaro!" Harry muttered with his wand pointed at his penis. "I'll just have to worry about this later."
Ginny laughed, "Oh, Harry… only you."
"Listen, Gin, wasn't there something you wanted to talk to me about before… before we got sidetracked?"
"Yeah… kind of. It can wait, though."
"Okay, well maybe I'll find you later on or tomorrow and we can talk, okay?" Harry said. "I gotta go meet Dumbledore, Hermione is waiting for me."
"God, this is going to be awkward," Harry muttered to himself as he headed out of the classroom, still pulling on his pants and buttoning his shirt.
When Hermione saw that Harry was still not completely dressed she blushed and exclaimed, "Harry!"
"What, Hermione? You walked in on me doing one of the most intimate things possible… minus maybe a couple, and now you are embarrassed because I don't have my shirt on? Really, once you've seen me doing stuff like that I no longer have to hide this kind of thing from you, right?" Harry asked.
"Erm, I guess so… So, umm, is it serious with you and Ginny? Or is it just another one night stand?"
"Hermione! If I didn't know better it would almost sound like you were jealous!"
"Hmph," Hermione said.
"By the way… don't tell Ron."
"Yeah, no kidding. He'd be pissed if he knew that you had sex with his sister," Hermione joked.
"I didn't have sex with her, Hermione. I've never had sex with Ginny," Harry explained.
"Then how do you explain you not being… you know anymore?" Hermione thought a moment, and then blushed. "Oh."
"Hermione, it's not like that…"
"Sure. Yeah. Whatever. It doesn't matter Harry…" Hermione trailed off. But Harry very well knew Hermione was deeply against masturbation.
"Fine. Do you want me to prove it to you?"
"Umm…"
Harry took out his wand and pointed it at his groin while saying, "Visibile." His boner once again was visible. He then quickly muttered, "Hidaro."
"Oh, umm, okay," Hermione whispered.
By now they'd reached Dumbledore's office and Hermione said the password, "Butterfinger. Go on up, Harry. I'll see you back at the common room."
Harry walked up the staircase and knocked on the tall oak door. "Come in, my boy," Dumbledore boomed happily from inside. Harry slowly entered, dreading the confrontation he was about to have with Dumbledore.
"Harry! Good evening! Are you feeling alright tonight, you seem a bit flushed! Here- have a lemon drop, they're good on your throat."
"Erm… yeah, I'm feeling okay." God of Merlin, this was the most awkward conversation he'd ever had with Dumbledore- he was sprouting a hell of a boner for god's sake, what was he supposed to be besides flushed?
"Good, good. Anyway, this brings me to the reason I asked you to come here today. Professor Snape has brought it to my attention that you have been handing out fliers, is that correct?"
"Erm, well, I didn't really want to hand them out…" Harry trailed off.
"Why ever not? I think it's an excellent idea! Quite a benefit for the students—I'll admit Professor Snape wasn't thrilled about it, but he just hasn't seen the benefit it will have on the students yet, eh?" Dumbledore said.
Maybe the charm wasn't lifted off of the flyers… or maybe Dumbledore was just testing Harry… "Erm, yeah, I guess some students have found it… beneficial…"
"Excellent, so you've gotten started already, then? Did a lot of students reply to your flyers?"
"Uhhh, yeah. I guess you could say that."
"May I ask who?"
"Erm, no," Harry said, but was replied to with a stern look. "I… I promised that it would be kept confidential."
"Harry, I am the Headmaster. I do not think they would object to me knowing, now would they?" Dumbledore asked kindly.
"Well… one can never know. If it's alright with you I'll—I think I'll just keep it to myself, then."
"Well, I suppose so. I admire your honesty, Harry, I really do. Would you like me to order you a classroom to yourself? Perhaps your tutoring would be easier done in private where it can not be disturbed? I will order some house elves to prepare you a room; you may furnish it as you wish. How does that sound?"
"Excellent, Professor! Thank you so much!" God, this boner really refuses to go away doesn't it? It's fucking uncomfortable. God damn it!
"Good, good. I will have Dobby alert you to it's location... Now, off to your Common Room, Harry. It's getting quite late. Good night!"
"Good night, Professor," Harry replied. He left Dumbledore's office to find Hermione still waiting outside for him, biting on her lip. "What happened to waiting for me in the Common Room?" Harry questioned.
"I—I wanted to see what Dumbledore said."
"Oh… he still thinks I'm tutoring and that it is a magnificent idea. He's preparing a room for me."
"That's excellent, Harry!" Hermione grinned and engulfed him in a huge hug.
"Erm, yeah," Harry said awkwardly patting her on the back.
Hermione finally pulled away with a slight blush on her cheeks. "Harry, would you mind if we took a walk and maybe talked for a while tonight?"
"Hermione, while that sounds wonderful, I'm afraid right now might not be the best time… I was hoping to head up to the showers and cool off," Harry explained.
"Oh… alright then. I just thought I'd ask."
Harry smiled thankfully and started heading back to the Common Room. "Are you coming Hermione?"
"Oh, ummm, sure, I guess." Her stumbled words were greeted with an odd look from Harry. It was very unlike Hermione to always be stuttering about. Perhaps she was still upset about walking in on Harry and Ginny. That was to be expected after all.
They soon reached the Common Room and a very anxious Ron. "Harry! Hermione told me you went to see Dumbledore. What happened?"
Harry laughed, "He thinks I'm tutoring… he's having a room set aside for me, isn't that brilliant!"
"Yeah… so who were your 'customers' tonight, Harry?"
Harry glanced at Hermione who was turning a steadily deeper shade of red. "Erm, I can't tell you that… I'm heading up to the showers."
"Why, why can't you tell me?" Ron asked Harry, quickly following him. He looked back and winked at Hermione only to see Hermione blushing a fierce shade of red that would have rivaled Ron's face himself when he was embarrassed. "What's wrong with her?" Ron asked once Hermione was out of earshot.
"She—Hermione walked in on someone giving me head when she was looking for me to take me to Dumbledore… I was completely naked, and so was the other person! God, it was embarrassing!"
"Who were you with?" Ron asked.
"What's the difference?" Harry gruffly asked.
"Erm, it doesn't matter, I guess."
"Damn right it doesn't! I promised everyone it would be confidential, Ron. I can't tell you what happens or who I meet with, okay?" Harry scolded.
"Sure, whatever. So was it good, having all of those people?" Ron asked.
"No… not really. It's more obnoxious than anything, really. I'd rather just find my own people to do when I'm in the mood," Harry admitted. "I'm gonna go take a shower, I need to cool off," Harry said sending Ron a meaningful look.
"Ahh, I see. Well, I'll just wait for you here, then," Ron said, taking a seat on his bed. "Maybe I'll see if Hermione will help me with my essay."
Harry went into the showers and removed the spell. "Visibile," he said with his wand pointed at his penis. He quickly got into the showers and turned on the cold water. "Ohhh," he softly moaned at the feel of the hard water hitting his penis. "Mmm." Harry soon came only at the feel of the water hitting his penis. He then washed himself off, got out of the shower, dressed, and headed down to the Common Room to look for Ginny.
"Hey mate," Ron greeted him.
"Hey, have you seen Ginny?" Harry asked flopping down on the couch.
"Yeah, she was in here before, but then she rushed off to the library muttering about having to meet someone or something like that," Ron said. "I don't get that girl."
"There's nothing to get, Ronald! She was off to meet someone, that's all!" Hermione exclaimed. "Honestly, you are so clueless sometimes!"
"Maybe I'll go look for her," Harry said and headed out of the Common Room. When he got to the library he spotted Ginny in the corner of the library heavily snogging someone. "So this is what a relationship is?" Harry wondered. "First day and I already got cheated on." Harry continued watching for a moment, but quickly dashed out of the library when he saw a piece of Malfoy's locks show from beneath Ginny. "Fucker," Harry muttered.
He returned to the Common Room in an appalling mood.
"Did you find her?" Ron asked.
"No," Harry replied going back to his books.
"What's the matter, Harry?" Hermione asked, moving closer to him on the couch and placing her hand on his leg.
"Do you mind? I'm trying to read?" Harry snapped. "Maybe I'll—" Ginny had just walked into the Common Room, snagging Harry's attention off of Hermione feebly trying to hit on him.
"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Erm, hi Gin," Harry whispered. "Might we find a more private place to talk?"
"Sure," Ginny said sending him a suggestive look. "See you guys later."
Ron sent Harry and Ginny a suspicious glance, but shrugged it off as nothing—the two of them are pretty good friends after all.
Ginny grabbed Harry's hand once they were out of the Common Room and pulled him into an empty classroom where she pushed him onto a desk and began kissing him. At first, Harry succumbed to the intoxicating taste of her scent and kissed her back, but then came to his senses and pulled away.
"Gin, I don't think we should date," he frankly said.
"What? Harry, why not?" Ginny asked, concerned.
"I saw you in the library with Malfoy, Gin. I may not know nor care a lot about relationships but I will not have you cheating on me with the biggest bastard of Hogwarts!" Harry complained. "You know I hate that fucker!"
"Harry, it's not like that," Ginny protested.
"Gin, don't worry about it… I didn't really want a relationship anyway. But as for you seeing that ferret, that has to stop. He was death eater, Gin! What are you thinking? I don't want him to hurt you!"
"He wasn't a death eater, Harry," Ginny said in a dangerous tone.
"What the fuck are you talking about? I know better than you that he was! I saw him, Gin. Okay? I saw him… he was there when I killed his father, when I killed Beallatrix, when I killed—when I killed Voldemort. And he was on their side."
"Why didn't you kill him, then, if he was so bad?" Ginny argued, refusing to believe Malfoy was that bad.
"I couldn't do it… he didn't attack me… I—there is kind of an unspoken agreement between the two of us that we would never mention this again…"
"But—but you told Dumbledore the names of everyone… They all went to Azkaban!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Stuff went on, Gin. I'd rather not talk about it…" Harry replied moodily.
"Why not, Harry? You're talking about it now, have you ever thought that it would be easier if you talked about it and didn't hold it in? You… how can I believe you if you don't tell me?"
"Gin, it's stuff I will never in my whole life tell anyone. Me and Malfoy are the only alive people that know. That's just how it's going to be. I'm sorry."
"Harry, he wants to talk to you," Ginny said softly. "That's why I met him in the library… I didn't mean to kiss him, honest! I—he… he said he needed to talk to you about something. Needed to make you understand… I don't know… Please, Harry, will you talk to him for me? That was the favor I needed to ask of you!"
Harry stared levelly at Ginny. "So let me get this straight: you come to talk to me about Malfoy, end up telling me that you like me, we start to shag, are interrupted, you snog me, you snog Malfoy, you snog me again, and now you are telling me that you actually came there to talk to me about Malfoy?" Harry spat at her, pissed.
"Yes," Ginny whispered.
"So is he the one that you like? The one that you are secretly dating? Because if he is… Gin, I know you could never possibly understand but Malfoy's done things… Ginny, you can never see him again, do you understand me?"
"No, Harry, I don't! That is exactly it, Malfoy may have done things, but at least he's open about it now! He told me—he confided in me about what he had done—"
Harry broke into her spiel, "No, Gin, I don't think he told you everything. If he did… it would take one hell of a nice person to forgive him."
"Maybe I am nice, Harry. Did you ever think of that?"
"Of course you're nice, Gin! But just—just never mind. Let's just forget any of this ever happened… Except for the almost shagging part. That was quite nice, actually," Harry winked at Ginny who turned a deeper shade of red. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Did you snog Patti?"
"Harry! How could you say something like that…" she trailed off at Harry's suspect gaze. "Did she tell you?"
"Yes… we had a long, in-depth conversation about it, actually. She said she came from kissing you, did you find it quite as enjoyable as her?" Harry asked.
"Harry! No, never! I was a little tipsy that night if you know what I mean… You didn't tell Ron, did you?"
"Gin, I'm not an idiot! Of course not!" Harry replied.
"Good. So why did you get the sudden urge to ask me this, anyway?"
"I just realized I don't really know anything about you… I mean we hang out a ton… I just wondered, that's all."
"So what about you, then? Have you ever done a guy?" Ginny bluntly asked.
Harry smirked, "Not unless I can't remember it…" Harry hesitated then continued. "Actually, if you count being raped by a man, then I guess I'd have to say yes," he said ashamedly.
"What, Harry you were raped? When? By who? Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"It's—I'd rather not talk about it, actually. It was during the war; I've never told anyone before now."
"Oh, Harry! I'm so sorry!"
"Just forget it… please don't mention it to anyone- ever."
"Fine… I promise… So how about it?"
"Excuse me, how about what?"
"Talking to D—Malfoy? Will you? Please, Harry, just for me! He seemed so desperate!"
Harry hesitated, but said, "Only on one condition—I want you to seriously reconsider you dating him… he is not good for you, Gin! As much as he may have told you, he has done so much more."
A/N: How was this for a longer chapter for you? I'm quite proud, I think it might be one of the longest chapters I've ever posted. Okay, to all of my readers concerning Harry/Hermione: THIS IS A HARRY/HERMIONE STORY… YES, THEY WILL FOOL AROUND AND HOPEFULLY GET TOGETHER, BUT THAT IS NOT HAPPENING AT THE BEGINNING OF THE STORY… HARRY DOESN'T SEE HIS FEELINGS FOR HER YET, BUT AS YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED, SHE REALIZED THAT SHE LIKED HIM IN THIS CHAPTER! HERMIONE JUST DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT YET… SHE'S INEXPERIENCED IN THAT DEPARTMENT.
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