"What do you mean 'Ginny knows'?" Harry asked, perplexed.
"I mean...Ginny knows...about us." Hermione explained, looking at the scarlet carpet of their dorm.
"You...but...we...I...she..." Harry stuttered. Regaining so sort of confidence Harry asked, "How?"
"She sort of...found out on her own..." Hermione mumbled, still looking at the floor.
Harry stood silent for a moment. He then took a seat on an overly stuffed couch and lay down, propping his feet up on the armrest. Hermione followed suit and sat on the headboard of the couch looking down expectantly at Harry.
"So much for keeping it a secret." Harry said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione said, stunned at Harry's words.
"It means that...well...she is sort of a blabbermouth-"
"Harry!" Hermione interrupted, "she gave me her word that she wouldn't tell a soul."
"Oh yeah? And how can you trust her?" Harry questioned.
"Because she is my best girl friend and she seemed pretty overjoyed to want to ruin anything." Hermione said.
"Overjoyed? How could she be overjoyed?" Harry asked, looking directly into Hermione's eyes.
"She...sort of...knew that this would happen sooner or later." Hermione explained. She thought of when Ginny comforted her when she realized that she loved Harry, and how she looked very determined to help make it happen.
"How did she know?" Harry asked, softening his tone a little.
"I...told her about how I was starting to fall for you...and she wanted to help...so I think she is rather happy that she didn't have to do any dirty work..."
"Y-you told her..." Harry's eyes glazed over in thought for a moment. "Is that what you were talking about in the Burrow that one day...after you saw me-" Harry stopped mid-sentence and blushed a little.
"Harry James Potter...are you blushing?" Hermione asked with a playful smirk.
"No." Harry said, looking away from her to hide his tinted cheeks.
"You have nothing to be ashamed about." Hermione said, also blushing.
Harry turned to her and saw he scarlet cheeks. The last time he saw her blush like that was when he saw her knickers that summer. "What do you mean?"
"I-I mean that...um...you don't h-have to be ashamed about you-you're...um..." she stammered.
"Oh..." Harry said after a moment of thought. It was true that he had gained some muscle over the summer, lifting weights and such. Ever since Dudley had joined the wrestling team, the Dursley's bought him some weights to train on. When they were gone, Harry would sneak downstairs and lift weights out of bordom, gaining the six-pack that Hermione was blushing about.
"Yeah..." Hermione said, looking anywhere but at Harry. Why am I so embarrassed? she thought to herself, you should seem proud that you saw his...six-pack...boy that sounds weird...who would have thought Harry would get a six-pack...me. Harry noticed that she was deep in thought, and thought of something that might ease her tensed shoulders. Silently, Harry got up from his position on the couch and moved to the back of where Hermione was now standing. He moved his hands to her shoulders, caressing her shoulders tenderly.
Hermione was surprised when Harry's hands touched her...but felt at ease, and all thoughts stopped. She moaned when he started to move his hands under her shirt and massage her bare skin. His hands felt so warm...so inviting.
Harry thought for a moment what he should do next. But when he heard her moan, he knew he should keep up what he was doing. He slipped his hands around her neck and started to undo the topmost buttons of her white shirt and massage her chest. He continued this until he felt the sudden urge to kiss her, but since he was on the other side of her, he would have to move...and he was all too comfortable about where he was. He started to kiss her neck.
As Hermione felt Harry's lips touch her now bare skin, she shuttered with pleasure. She wanted more...needed more. When his hands started to make their way to unbutton the rest of her shirt, and she was all too happy to comply.
He started to slip off her shirt, wondering if he was going to far, but Hermione was doing nothing to stop him, so he continued. He sucked her neck, and moved slowly down her shoulders, savoring the taste of citrus and vanilla that he had missed so dearly.
Hermione thought this was too much to bare. His hands caressing her shoulders and neck. His lips slowly making their way down her body. There was only so much a girl could take until she was over the edge. She quickly turned around, surprising Harry, and kissed his on the lips. His tongue was soon to enter as the kiss became more and more passionate. Harry's hands made their way to her bare waist and he pulled her closer to him. Hermione's hands, in turn, made to unbutton his shirt until it made its way silently to the ground.
Slowly, but surly, Harry continued his journey of caresses. The area below his trousers was starting to agitate his dearly and he couldn't take it anymore. He picked up Hermione by the waist and she wrapped her legs around his thighs. He made his way up the stairs into his bedroom, where he gently laid her down on the bed, all the while their lips staying connected.
They say that you know when it is time to lose your virginity to someone. They also say that if you truly love someone, then it's okay to have sex before you're married. Harry and Hermione knew tonight was the night. Tonight was the night that they would become one, and not let guilt get in the way of anything. Harry and Hermione has waited too long.
Ten long minutes of passionate kisses and caresses later, they were skin-on-skin. Harry was on top of Hermione, still kissing her, until he abruptly stopped. "Are you sure?" he asked in a husky whisper.
Hermione smiled, "Yes, I am...I love you Harry."
"I love you too." He said.
Harry was slow and gentle at first, kissing away the tears of pain that were falling down Hermione's cheeks. He kept on looking at her, silently asking her if she wanted to stop, all the while she was shaking her head no. The pain eased off and Hermione was overcome with a sweet sensation that was too good for words.
"Harry..."
"Hermione..."
They moaned each other's name over and over until Harry and Hermione were drenched in sweat. Harry collapsed on one side of Hermione, careful that he did not fall on top of her. They both fell asleep in each other's arms, not aware of another scarlet and gold reflecting off of them.
Meanwhile...
"What news do you bring me?" a snake-like voice asked the man kneeling before him.
"It seems that the mudblood and Potter are just as we suspected." the man said.
"Excellent...how do you plan to get to the Weasley boy?" the snake-like voice asked.
"He will come to us when the time is right."
"Jealousy is a powerful thing," the voice said, "It can turn one mad with rage if used correctly."
"Yes, my lord."
"Go fetch the spy, I have something I have to share with him."
"Right away." The man got up off of the stone floor and headed down the corridor of the Riddle mansion. He came back minutes later with a tall, lanky boy who's face was covered in a skull shaped mask. The only feature you could see from behind the mask and dark hood that covered his face was the paleness of his skin.
"Leave us, Wormtail, the boy and I have some business to discuss." the voice commanded.
Wormtail nodded and closed the wooden door behind him, shutting with a clank. The boy took a few cautious steps forward, looking at his master with a flicker of fear in his pale-gray eyes.
"No need to be frightened, I already told you that you are forgiven for your careless mistake." the voice said, motioning with his thin, bony hand for the boy to come closer.
The boy obliged and knelt before him, "What is it you wanted to see me about my lege?" he asked, looking into the red slicks of his master's eyes.
"I need you to help Weasley see our side of things." he said, "You need to draw him nearer to us."
"How do I do that, sir?" the boys asked.
"You will need to help Weasley realize what is right in front of him."
The boy smirked, "I will do my best."
"If you succeed, you will be in the ranks of your father soon enough."
The boy nodded, and turned to leave, shutting the door behind him. The man with the snake-like voice was left alone in his study yet again, with only his pet snake for company. As the snake slithered up to him, and wrapped around his throne-like chair, the man smiled to himself. "Soon, my dear Nagini, we will have Potter at the tip of my wand. Soon Harry Potter will be no more."
If you looked close enough, you could see the snake nodding its head slightly and smiling to itself.
Harry woke up with a pain on his forehead, a pain he haden't felt in over four months. His hand quickly went up to his forehead and rubbed his scar, as if trying to make the pain go away. But he knew it was useless, he knew that this pain could only mean one thing...he was happy.
Harry felt a twinge of worry sweep through him, until he looked down. There he saw a massive bunch of golden curls, covering his left arm. He smiled to himself; yesterday has indeed been the best first day of term ever. He started to twist a lock of her hair in between his fingers until he felt her stir.
"Morning." Hermione said, looking into his emerald orbs.
"Morning." Harry replied.
"What time is it?" she asked, looking around for a clock.
"It is...eight thirty-five." Harry said, looking at the clock on his bedside table.
"Shit!" Hermione said, before hurriedly getting off the bed, taking one of the many blankets that covered them with her.
"Mione-" Harry tried to say, before he saw her close the washroom door.
He smiled to himself and quickly got dressed. Harry then went down the stone steps and into their small common room. When he got there, he picked up a random book off of the table and started to read. He turned the book over and smirked, Hogwarts: A History.
Hermione came bounding down the stairs with a toothbrush in one hand and her book bag in the other. Harry had to admit, she looked beautiful when she was all worried like that.
"What are you just standing around for?!" She yelled at him, spitting the excess toothpaste from her mouth into their kitchen sink, "We're going to be late for class!"
"Mione-" Harry tried to say again, before being cut off from her rambling.
"I have never, repeat, never been late to class before. If I am late for class it'll go on my permanent record. Then I won't be able to do Auror or Healer training like I wanted to do. They'll look at my record and be, like, "Hmm...Hermione Jane Granger...top of her class...Head Girl...uh-oh...late for class on September third...next!" Hermione was frantic, pacing around the room, and glaring at anything that made a sound...poor birds.
Harry couldn't help but to laugh. When Hermione heard Harry laughing, she presumed that it was about the current situation, "HOW CAN THIS POSSIBLY BE FUNNY?!" she screamed at him. Harry continued to laugh, infuriating Hermione further.
"Its not the situation that is funny 'Mione," Harry started to explain, resisting the urge to laugh some more.
"Then what is?!" she yelled at him, a bit quieter then last time.
"It's Saturday." Harry replied.
"It's Sat- what?" Hermione asked, looking at him.
"Saturday...you know...the day that comes after Friday?"
"Oh..." Hermione said, turning pink in utter embarrassment.
Harry just nodded and started to laugh again, this time Hermione joined in. "So...are you going to wear your uniform to breakfast or are you going to change?" he asked her.
"I'll change." she said, before running up the stairs.
In less than five minutes, Hermione came down the stairs in some loose-fit jeans, a white long-sleeve shirt, and a green sweat-jacket. She was currently putting her hair up in a loose-fit ponytail.
"Ready to go?" Harry asked.
"Yes." Hermione said, tying the final knot in her hair, and taking a hold of Harry's outstretched Hand.
They made their way down to the Great hall with small conversation. After all...what do you say to someone who you just slept with the previous night? They arrived in the Great Hall and let go of their hands. Ginny seemed too be the only one who noticed them come in, and waved them over.
Harry and Hermione silently agreed to sit across from each other, as to not be conspicuous. Hermione sat next to Ginny and Harry next to Ron, who was currently eating his fifth helping of waffles.
"You guys are up late...what took you so long?" Ginny asked suggestively, wiggling her eyes at Hermione.
"Yeah, you guys aqre usually hear before us." Ron commented, not catching the eye motions that Ginny was giving Hermione.
"Sorry...we, uh...slept in." Harry said, adding some hash browns to his plate.
Ron nodded and kept on eating, while Ginny eyed them suspiciously. "You look different today, Hermione." Ginny said, looking at Hermione.
"Uh...thank you?" Hermione asked, furrowing her eyebrows.
"I just can't place it...but you are positively glowing today." Ginny commented.
Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance, "I don't see anything different." Harry said.
"Me neither." Ron added, looking at Hermione as if he was looking for a microscopic infection on her face.
"Did anything happen last night?" Ginny asked, looking intently at Hermione, then to Harry.
Harry choked on his pumpkin juice and started to cough feverously. "You okay, mate?" Ron asked.
"Y-yeah...I'm fine." Harry stuttered.
"Honestly, I don't know what you're talking about Gin." Hermione said, playing it cool and looking at her toast that she was currently spreading some orange marmalade on.
Ginny shrugged, "I'm just sayin'"
The rest of breakfast went by smoothly, everyone enjoying his or her first weekend. Ginny was still pondering what might have happened to make Hermione's aura shine the way it did. Then a light bulb went off in Ginny's head.
When the four friends were walking down to the lake to hang out, Ginny abruptly pulled Hermione to the side, and hid them behind a tree.
"Ouch, Ginny, you really need to stop doing that." Hermione said, while rubbing her throbbing arm.
Ginny didn't care about Hermione's complaint and got abruptly to the point, as she had last night. "You and Harry had sex last night."
"What?!" Hermione exclaimed, very taken aback.
"You and Harry slept together." Ginny said, more calmly.
"We did no such thing." Hermione firmly stated, looking anywhere but in Ginny's accusing electric blue eyes.
"Don't give me that bullocks, Hermione." Ginny said, crossing her arms. "The little glances, and blushing when you make eye contact. The way you two were positively beaming when you came into the Great Hall. You skin giving off this, fluorescent light. You slept with him." Ginny stated.
"I...uh...Okay so I did. Is that a crime?" Hermione asked.
Ginny beamed and started jumping up and down a couple dozen times before hugging Hermione with all of her strength.
"Ginny...need...oxygen..." Hermione gasped.
Ginny abruptly stopped and grinned at her once again. Her grin reminded her of the Cheshire-Cat from Alice in Wonderland...and frankly...it crept her out. "So what was it like?" Ginny asked.
"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed, "I am not going to tell you about my sex life."
Ginny held up her hands in defeat, "Better safe then sorry."
Hermione shook her head and made her way to the lake. Ginny followed. Harry looked at Hermione as soon as she came back from behind that tree. "What was that about?" he asked her.
"Nothing...just girl talk." Hermione explained, semi-truthfully.
"Ginny pulled you behind a tree for some girl talk?" Harry questioned, cocking an eyebrow.
"If you haden't noticed, Ginny is a bit enthusiastic." Hermione tried to explain.
"Right..." Harry said.
"Hey guys, where's Ron?" Ginny asked the duo.
"What do you mean 'where's Ron'?" Harry asked.
"I mean Ron's not here."
Sure enough when Harry and Hermione looked around, they couldn't see Ron's obvious figure. No red hair. No freckles. No Ron.
