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'He's Head Boy?' It seems, Harry wasn't telling her much these days. Hermione was sitting in the common room alone near the fire. The train arrived five hours ago. In that time student got off the train and went to the great hall. The first years were sorted out and Dumbledor did his usual speech. She and Harry did her rounds along with the other prefects. By the time that was done Harry and Hermione went to their new rooms. Harry quickly went to bed only saying a quick 'goodnight' to her and went to bed. Hermione didn't seem too ready to sleep. She had a lot on her mind. Where would be a better place to be thinking of things than in the common room near the fireplace?
Hermione remember how their secret encounters started as if it were yesterday. Right now though, she didn't want to think about it. It was in the past their relationship didn't go far. Her only hope was to forget about Harry. The question is, how?
All day she tried to keep herself cool and composed. She didn't want to start a scene in front of people as to why she was crying.
Now that no one was around she dropped her act and broke down. "Its your fault, Hermione." She said to herself. 'It's your fault for letting Harry go as far as he did. Now you have to think of the consequences.' She thought. 'How could I be so stupid'? She kept repeating it to herself over, and over. Pitying herself for the mistake she made. It went on like that for the past hour. Degrading her self all through the night. Time went by when she finally decided to calm down.
"It was a mistake to sleep with Harry." She said out loud to no one. But was it a mistake? Did she really regret what she did with Harry?
'No.' she answered to herself. She was glade that her first time was with Harry. She wanted it to be with him
They say that it's better to let everything out then to bottle it up inside, but for Hermione who? Ron? How in the world is she going to tell him of Harry and her secret escapades? Ginny? It wasn't like they were friends in the first place anyways. No, she was alone.
With that last thought, Hermione decided it was time to head off to bed. Tomorrow school is going to start and she didn't want to be late for her first class.
It was lunch and Harry just walked into the Great Hall. He spotted Ginny sitting at the table amongst her friends. All of them were chatting about their favorite lessons thus far. It has been already a month since they'd arrived at Hogwarts.
September had been nice so far, and today was no different. Ginny had planned for her and Harry to spend some time together outside today, to remind them of their days this past summer. It was also a perfect opportunity for them to practice their Quidditch skills.
Harry met her eyes and went and plotted down next to her.
"Where's Hermione?" she asked, once Harry sat down.
"Still in the common room." He answered quickly.
After they had all satisfied their appetites, Ron took the longest; they made their way out of the Great Hall and back up to the common room. Ron made a pit stop to talk to Lavender, before heading to the common room. Ginny and Harry each retrieved their brooms from their dormitories. Harry was the first to come down. He saw Hermione sitting in the common room with books all around her.
'She changed' Harry thought.
Harry was in fact right Hermione did change and not just inside but out too. He just didn't notice it sooner.
'When did she start wearing makeup?' All the weeks they been here Harry and Hermione hadn't had a change to talk. With her always excusing herself about doing homework, and him too busy with his relationship with Ginny, now alone with her, Harry started to notice a few changes in her.
She wore a bit of make up on. Actually you have to take a good look to see if she had any at all. It seems now she has been wearing black eyeliner and pink lip-gloss. Her hair was put up in a bun with a pencil in it to hold it up. A few curly locks fell off her hair into her face, as she looked down into one of her book. With these few minor changes she hadn't really changed inside - or so he thought.
With that final thought Ginny came racing down stairs with her broom.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
"Yes I am." She said. With that they walked to the Quidditch Pitch.
Once Ginny and Harry left the common room, Ron entered the room he took a look at Hermione and decided to find someone else to hang out with till dinnertime.
They mounted their brooms and took off into the sky. The first whoosh of air that pushed past Harry's face felt wonderfully refreshing. Neither of them had been on their brooms since last Quidditch season.
They decided that it would be fun to play one-on-one as keepers. Ginny won by ten point. Harry was good but not good enough.
It was getting close to dark and Harry called it quits. "Ginny, I didn't tell you but I was suppose to meet Hagrid before dinner." Harry said looking to the west where the sun was disappearing into the horizon. Ginny felt a twinge of disappointment suddenly and she didn't know why.
"Don't worry I'll be back by dinner time." He quickly added, as if sensing her disappointment.
"Of course," she smiled sweetly. Harry took her arm and turned her around to face him, and then he ran his hands down her sides to rest them on her waist. A spark of amusement shot through his eyes and she jumped for him, throwing her arms around his neck.
She was a breath away from his lips before she paused for a moment and then she kissed him. His mouth was open and ready. The shyness they had before was long gone since then. His hands started to roam to her breast. Expertly he started to knead her breast through her shirt. It seemed he was doing it just right because she let out a small moan. He slowly pulled apart from her ending their kiss. After their minute of snogging she went inside the school.
Hermione was sitting in the common room bored. She already finished her homework before it was due. With a sigh she leaned back into the couch and took the stick out of her hair. All the curls she had restricted with the Chinese stick fell down to her lower back near her waist.
She felt someone sit next to her she turn her head to see who it was. Dean.
"Hi Hermione." He said with some confidence.
"Hi, Dean how are you?" she responded back. "I'm doing good, so I see your still studying was I interrupting anything?" he asked.
"No," she answered. "Actually, you came just in time I finished a little while ago."
Harry ran his hand through his hair, as he sat near the bench of the Quidditch field. He's been feeling a little stressed out with the way his life has been that been happening over the past two years. The beginning of his sixth year had been rough. He started to become distant with everyone since Sirius died. Sirius was the only person that made him feel complete. He acted like the father that he never knew, Harry need a family and Sirius was it. Once he lost him everything went straight to hell for him.
It bewildered him to look at his life now. One year later, the beginning of his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, he saw Ginny in a whole new light. He didn't see her like the little girl that use to run from him. Now she matured into a beautiful woman, and he began to notice her more and more during their summer.
He and Ginny is a perfect couple and he loved that about them. He could never get enough of their kisses. He had always thought she was so innocent, until she had made the first move on him at the beginning of the summer. From that point on, he began to learn how wicked she was.
He remember one time that Harry sneak into Ginny's room. It was only going to be a snog feast between the two but it became something more. He ended up finding out that miss innocent Ginny wasn't so innocent anymore. He asked with who her first time was but she didn't answer him. It didn't matter though it wasn't like he was a virgin anyways. He remembers how they first got together like it was yesterday.
Ever since their first day of break, Ginny had been tagging along with Ron and Harry everywhere they went. It annoyed Ron to no end, but she didn't bother Harry in the slightest. They would always walk around the garden of the Burrow it was quiet and a good place to practice Quidditch, but Mrs. Weasley forbade them.
One day Mrs. Weasley decided she need to go shopping for their new wardrobes and schoolbooks. Ron thinking she left decided to ride on his broom, unfortunately for Ron Mrs. Weasley forgot her money and came back. She went into the kitchen and when she just passed the window something caught her eye. There was Ron on the broom flying and doing tricks and turns on his broom.
She was furious, which to Harry was no surprise. She forbade him to go out with Harry that day and for the rest of the week as well.
"You could have fallen and broken your head, Ronald." She yelled angrily.
Harry and Ginny escaped the mess and left Ron to fend for him. After all, he knew perfectly well how Mrs. Weasley felt about flying when no adult was there to watch.
It was especially sunny that day and Harry and Ginny decided to go out to the gardens.
They sat down together, admiring the beautiful flowers and trees. Harry was finding that to be quite hard however, as his arm brushed slightly against Ginny's. Before he had to go through with the trouble of coming up with something to say, Ginny made the first move. She rolled over and actually sat on top of him. Their faces were nose to nose from each other.
"Ginny," he groaned. He could no longer control himself around her. Her lips pressed onto his and he lost himself for a moment.
The rest of the summer had gone on just like that with Harry and Ginny sneaking around for snog any chance they got. He came back to Hogwarts this year feeling like a new man, a complete man and he had to say, it felt great. However he had forgotten about a few loose strings that he had left behind from the previous year.
Up to this point, he thought he could just erase them from his memory. He'd finally gotten over the obstacle that had halted him last year, but he realized now that the past would not disappear. He wasn't embarrassed by what he'd done, neither was he ashamed of it; it was just that he didn't need it anymore.
He wasn't dependent on Hermione anymore. He had found a continuing source of stability in his life, and Ginny knew that, he found that he could be liberated now, too.
It was such an accomplishment, but he found that he couldn't share it with anyone, except for maybe Hermione. However, he was finding it impossible to just talk with Hermione like he had done so many times last year. That was how it had begun, hadn't it?
Ron was busy pigging out in the kitchen one night in early December and Harry wondered into the common room late after a study session with Hermione in the library. Madame Pince had practically just kicked them out for being too loud.
He tossed his books onto the nearest couch and moved instantly toward the fire. Hermione joined him momentarily and they kneeled next to each other by the fire for a few moments, enjoying the silence of the empty common room.
"It's getting late, and I'm getting tired with all the studying." Hermione embarked into the stillness.
"I don't want to sleep yet." Harry told her. He didn't want to go up to his bed alone.
"Well if you're not going to bed yet I'll keep you company till you do." Hermione said. She scooted closer towards Harry and slowly put her head on his shoulders. Harry stayed forward and stared into the fire, absorbing the silence. "You know Hogwarts use to be my home." He said silently
"Harry?" she asked with concern.
Harry took a deep breath and continued to finish what he had to say. "Now with all that happened lately I don't know what to call home anymore." His voice cut through the silence, only to be followed by an even louder one.
Hermione didn't answer, not knowing what to do to make him feel better she did the only thing she could think of. She wrapped her arms around him. The embrace felt comforting. It made him feel ten times warmer than the fire. They stayed quite for another half an hour until Hermione spoke up this time.
"Harry, are you okay? You've been so...aloof lately. It's not like you." Hermione squeezed him gently.
"What do you want me to do?" His voice sounded hoarse and it made him feel broken.
"Anything!" She exclaimed a bit more louder than he had been. Her eyes looked urgent. "I want the old Harry back again!"
He didn't waste his breath for another second, nor did he think about what he was going to do. Instead he twisted around and tasted Hermione's mouth. She jerked in surprise and he wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her.
He felt her hands going to his chest lightly and he thought she wanted him to stop, but then she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue inside his. The feeling was electric, like a thousand volts were passing through their bodies. He gripped her shoulders roughly and pulled her into his lap.
Her hands were in his hair pulling on it hard but not painfully. One of her hands snaked around his neck and the other still in his hair. Hermione felt a bit uncomfortable in the position she was in and decide to move. Not thinking what that act did she accidentally ground her hip into Harry's? She stiffened when she felt something hard pressing into her. Hermione stood still for a moment embarrassed and tried to pry herself off of him. Harry, though too worked up now to stop or even be embarrassed, put his hand roughly on her hips and pulled her back down hard. He used his hand to move her hips into him and didn't let go until she finally got the hang of it. It only took a while before she started to take control.
He explored her mouth until he was an expert on it and then his hands grew bored. He pulled off her school ropes, once that was complete he started to unbutton her white shirt. That was soon discarded. He trailed his kisses down her jaw line and moved to her neck to give her some air.
"Harry." He knew this was the okay for him to explore deeper and his hand made its way to the cup of her bra. He flicked open the clasp without wasting time and her bra slid right off of her arms to the floor. He returned his hand to her breast, cupped her harshly. She hissed out loud and then gasped at the volume of her voice. She seemed to panic for a moment, as though they shouldn't be doing this in the middle of the common room floor, and then her hand was at his buckle.
Harry switched positions this time he was on top. Her legs were open and he took the opportunity to lie in between them. Without hesitation he started to grind into her, hard. He trail kiss down to the valley of her breast then he took one nipple into his mouth. She let out a strangle moan and her hands went to his hair again. Then he switched nipples his left hand was supporting his weight while his right hand travel down south. The button and zipper of her skirt were opened enough for him to slide his hand in between her women hood.
He took a good look at Hermione and saw her eyes, she was scared and she opened her mouth to say something, probably to stop, but quickly closed it when he touched her in the right stop. Her legs fell apart naturally, as he fingered her clit; the pressure of his mouth on Hermione muffled her cries. And when he slid a finger into her, she could stand no more she released a small cry when she felt her first orgasm hit. A small smirk was playing on Harry's lips. She looks up at him and then away, shy about what just happened. He wasn't shy, no far from it, he was proud of the fact that he was the one to give her, her first orgasm.
She was a bit disappointed when his hands left her. Then he went to his belt buckle, it was already undone when she was on top off him. She didn't realize that she also undid his button. The only thing she had to do was to pull down his zipper. She quickly did. Harry helped her and before they new it his pants and boxers were on the floor. Then her skirt and panties came off.
Hermione was lying naked under Harry's stare. She felt embarrassed and tried to hide her nakedness as much as she can with her arms. But Harry stopped her. Harry didn't realize what a gorgeous body Hermione had until now. Her breasts were perky and she was a bit flushed. Then his eyes traveled to her waist it was small smaller than most girls had. Her hips were round she had no love handles, too skinny to have them. Hermione was actually a curvy girl and he didn't realize how beautiful she was until now.
With that final though he grabbed her legs and pulled them apart. His dick was near her entrances, slowly he enter her. She stiffened a bit when he reached her barrier. With a quick thrust he enter her completely. Her eyes went shut and she cried out. He quickly kissed her silencing her cries of pain.
She was tight too tight with one thrust he could come if he wanted to. He was slow at first but when he realize that she was getting impatient he speed up. Her wall tightens more around Harry's, knowing full well that she was at the peak of her second orgasm. Hermione tried stifling her screams as the tightening of her walls and the rush of pleasure filled her and she arched her back. Harry felt her juices soak his cock and the feel of her tight walls around him were enough to bring him over the edge too.
That was the night that he lost his virginity, and if he wasn't mistaken, he had taken hers as well. By the spring of that year, he and Hermione had been together so many times he was not naive at the business of sex. However, as the year had come closer to the end, he found himself getting tired of their hurried escapades. It was the same thing over and over, but Hermione didn't seem to want to stop at all. Her going to Sweden was a much-needed break for the two of them.
It helped him to realize how much help she was to him when he needed it, but most of all, it helped him to understand that he no longer needed anyone's help not even Ginny.
Ginny? God, he hopes that she never finds out about Hermione, no one knew about them. They had both decided upon that the second time they had gotten together. It was for Ron's sake, mostly, but they didn't really want anyone to know at all, for that matter.
Actually he didn't ever want that to come into the light. He didn't know what Ginny or Ron would think of it. It would hurt Ginny too much and didn't want the best thing that he thought happened for him leave.
Harry stood up from where he was sitting and walked up to the castle. It was dark and he knew that he was late for dinner.