Disclaimer: JKR owns the rights to Harry Potter and all canon characters. I, however, own the sweat of my brow and the shirt on my back and little else.
AN: Just a little plot bunny that popped up while I was writing the next installment of HPatHD. Just thought I'd jot it down and after reviewing it, I decided to post. This story takes place during Fifth Year. I haven't decided whether to keep it going or not, but there will be another chapter, with lemon meringue, hence the rating. I will not abandon HPatHD, my main focus, but I wanted to put this one out there for a change of pace.
Previously: The pair ran laughing as Hermione chased him about the street, in an attempt to return the favor, looking every bit the couple that everyone else had thought they were.
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How daft can one boy possibly be? Hermione Granger pondered. It had been weeks since the Hogsmeade incident and she was no closer to her goal of being with her green-eyed hero than ever. He had been flirting with her more often, but aside from that, he had yet to make the next move, and Hermione was beginning to get impatient. She had been having naughty dreams starring herself and one Harry James Potter every night since the Gryffindor Golden Boy had put himself back on the market following his disastrous encounter with Cho Chang. She was spending so much time relieving the tension, that she almost had very little time to revise for her OWL examinations.
Hermione was pondering her predicament when the boy in question entered the library practically sandwhiched between one Daphne Greengrass and her girlfriend Tracy Davis of Slytherin. The two witches were blushing furiously and giggling at something Harry had just said. Hermione felt her green-eyed monster raise onto its haunches and bellow a mighty battle roar. WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL WAS HE DOING WITH THOSE TWO BINTS!
She gathered up her notes and quickly filed them in her satchel before storming over to the table where the whole horrific scene was panning out before her very eyes. No, this will not do, not one bloody bit! I'll be damned if those two snakes are going to slither in and benefit from all my Herculean efforts to break Harry out of his shy awkward mold! I know he has some sort of feelings for me and unless I'm completely mental, he fancies me at least somewhat in the way I fancy him. Chin up, Granger! Big girl knickers and all that rot!
She stormed over to the table, and received the two witches worst bitch-faces and smiled at Harry, "There you are Harry! I've been looking all over for you. Now we have quite a lot of material to go over before our next 'revising' session and I've took the liberty of making a time table and list of new material I think will be beneficial for our study group to learn."
Harry actually managed to look a bit sheepish, but before he could answer, the Ice Queen of Slytherin responded, "Granger, did your mother not teach you proper etiquette, as it is most uncouthe to interupt someone in this manner, and even more improper to ignore the presence of others when approaching a group already involved in polite conversation. Tracy and I ran into Harry on his way back from the pitch, and we were just discussing Professor Snape's latest assignment, then we lost track of time for a moment. Anyhow, I do believe that Harry is free to engage in conversation with whomever he wishes as he is currently unattatched and nor does he have to have his attentions monopolized by you."
Hermione responded with thinly veiled animosity, "I fully realize he is free to pursue whomever or whatever he wishes, nor am I attempting to monopolize Harry's time. It's just that with OWL examinations fast approaching and the…shall we say…lack of proper instruction in DADA this year, Harry, whom has faced his fair share of dark magic and lived to tell about it has taken charge of our study group, and I am the scribe for our group so I have been assisting him with material to revise. Not that it is any of your concern in the least, but my mother instructed me on ettiquette quite well thank you, but I felt that our education was perhaps a bit more urgent of a subject to cover than whatever it was that you two seem to be trying to chat him up with."
Daphne's eyes narrowed and Hermione notice her hand inching toward her robes, possibly seeking her wand, but beat Daphne to the punch by reaching out and securing the Slytherin Pureblood's wrist and as her father had taught her, she twisted the offending limb up and behind Daphne's back into the hammerlock position wit hone hand while simultaneously producing her wand and disamring Tracy who had drawn her own in response to Hermione's aggressive move.
Hermione laughed harshly as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, "I think the both of you need to understand a few things. I maybe a muggleborn witch, but I am far from defenseless. My father is former SAS Captain Daniel Granger, and he is a war hero for his service in Her Majesty's Royal Marines as well. He has taught me a few things about what the muggles call hand-to-hand or unarmed combat techniques as you can see. I saw you about to reach for your wand Greengrass, and chose to incapacitate you rather than harm you this time, but the next time you want to cross wands with me, you had best do so with the knowledge that I am far from being just a bookworm, and I will defend myself and my friends to the death. Davis, take her and get out of here before I completely do a nutter!"
With that Hermione released Daphne and shoved her into her friend.
Harry finally spoke, "Hermione! What'd you go and dp that for! Daphne and Tracy were just trying to help me out! I'm sure she never would have tried to harm you in front of me, as anyone knows that would mean a trip to the medical wing or worse! I can't do this right now! I need time to think! Bloody hell!" Harry stormed off, leaving Hermione to follow after him.
She caught up to him halfway down the hall and placed her hand on his chest, effectively halting his progress and proceeded to shove him into the nearest unused classroom. "Harry James Potter, don't you dare storm off from me! I have every right to be defensive of you especially with Umbitch looking for reasons to expel you! You bloody git! You—" she was interupted harshly as she felt her body slam against the wall as Harry fisted her robe and crashed his lips to her own. She stiffened for a brief moment before her mind melted into what proved to be far better of a kiss than she could ever have imagined. He tasted of honey and she craved more, her hands reaching into his robes and slipping under the shirt caressing the toned muscles of his abs and chest as the other fisted his hair and pulled him closer to her. Their tongues were battling for dominance in a most delicious way, while one hand was grasping her firmly on the bum, while the other had slipped into her shirt and was kneading her breast, inciting moans and shivers of pleasure to race down her spine. Somehow they had made their way from the wall to the desktop, where she was on her back, and he was hovering over her.
Normally, Hermione was a proper young lady, but this passion she was feeling had ignited into a supernova and was beyond her ablility to reason. She clung to Harry like her very survival depended upon his proximity. Somehow her knickers had come off and he was flicking her clitoris like a master pianist playing a masterpiece, she heard a voice moaning out in gibberish as she felt a floodgate burst and saw a rush of fluid spray onto Harry's face as she screamed his name in a white hot blaze of passion. Harry just wiped his face and grinned through hooded eyes, before he dove between her legs licking the excess moisture and consuming her like the finest wine. He sucked and nibbled at her already sensitive bundle while slipping two fingers inside her core and curling them slightly as he thrust them in and out of her at a furious pace. Hermione felt her heart racing as she aproached another chasm, and plummetted over the edge so many times that she forgot the number. Then before she could even think, Harry had his fully erect and rather large member in his hand. He stroked it a few times, before pausing, a question in his eyes. Hermione would have rather died than stop at this point and she simply locked eyes with him, willing her assent to him with a tiny nod.
This was it, Harry is going to make me a woman! Harry positioned her at the edge of the desk and settled himself between her thighs, lining his ercetion with her entrance, before leaning down and capturing her mouth in a softer kiss than before, as if he was trying to convey something he was unable to say aloud. He leaned forward and before Hermione knew it, Harry was completely sheathed inside her. She revelled in the new sensations as he bagan to slowly thrust himself in and out of her. She felt her walls clamping down on him again and she clawed her nails into his back as they both moaned in exctasy. He began increasing his pace and she began meeting each thrust with a rocking of her hips, in an effort to allow him to delve even deeper inside her. She was calling out unintelligibly, while he was chanting her name as the sound of flesh slapping together filled the empty room. Suddenly, Harry began pumping more eraticaly as she felt his member twitch and harden even further before she felt him release stream after thick endless stream of hot juices deep into her core. The feeling of Harry finishing ad the sound of him shouting her name as his orgasm exploded from him brought Hermione to an orgasm that had her gripping his member with her inner walls and milking it dry, before screaming his name in the most exhilerating and spiritual moment of her young life. He collapsed into her chest both of them breathing heavily, neither able to speak. Harry finally gasped out something, which she swore was "I love you so much Hermione," but she was not quite sure as everything had faded to black shortly after as exhaustion claimed her.
Hermione woke from the most vividly passionate dream so far, only to find Harry holding her closely to him and kissing her hair. "Mione, that was…wonderful, amazing, bloody magnificent and earth-shattering! Please tell me you don't regret it. You don't do you, because I bloody well know there is No way I could ever go back to being just best mates after that!"
Hermione smiled and snuggled into the embrace answering, "I have been dreaming of waking up in your arms like this for the past five years, Harry. You know this means that you as of today are completely taken? I mean, this bloody better well mean we're together as boyfriend ad girlfriend because there is no way in bloody hell that I'm letting you go! By the way, where did you learn how to do all those things, because I want to know whether I need to hex some witch or poor young girl. You read things and saw a few films right? Tell me this was your first time!"
Harry tightened his embrace as he answered, "Mione, yes, this was my first time. I pray it was yours as well as I will have to remove a blokes bits if he had a chance to touch you like I just did, much less any of the rest. I'd also like to apologize fro being so rough, but seeing you manhandle Daphne like that was dead sexy! You had such a fire in your eyes that I couldn't fight it anymore. I tried to hold back what with Ron-O Merlin! Ron! What are we going to tell him? You know he fancies you, and here I went and-oh bollocks!"
Hermione retorted in disgust, "Ron? As in Ronald Billius Weasley? Ginger Prat of Gryffindor? Why on earth would he ever think I would…I mean, really? I can't stand to be in the same room wit him for more than a few hours without having to wring his neck! He's a good person, most of the time and a great friend, but as a partner? I've had my eye on only one wizard, Harry and now that he's mine, I'll never let him go!"
Harry laughed and returned playfully, "O? And who might he be, because I may have to tell him to piss off, because you're all mine Miss Granger! I'll never let you go." As soon as Harry said that line, a bright golden nimbus surrounded the two lovers, but neither could see it as they were too consumed with each other. Harry finally kissed her cheek and then used the tempus spell to see that it was nearly time for supper, so they helped each other freshen up and walked out of the classroom to head for the Great Hall, hand-in-hand.
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Unbeknownst to either teen, deep in the department of mysteries, a crystal globe shattered. In a houseelf's cupboard in #12 Gimmauld Place, a locket; in a Gringott's vault belonging to a madwoman, a cup; in a secret room in Hogwarts, a diadem; in a deserted shack outside of Little Hangleton, a ring of more importance than the previous owners had ever known; and a snake, which was with said previous owner; all simultaneously shed a sliver of darkness, consumed by a bright golden nimbus which flashed briefly. At the same time two owls were dispatching official notices, and a set of wards collapsed around a normal house in Little Whinging, Surrey at #4 Privet Drive. An ancient man awoke from his slumber and extolled, "Finally! My heir has arrived!" whilst a dark lord screamed in agony, and a rat scattered away to search for safety.
AN: So what do you think so far? Please be kind and review.