An Invitation to a Party
As was traditional, the great hall on Halloween was decorated with thousands of lighted pumpkins and other seasonal treats. At lunch, the house ghosts outdid themselves with a mock battle, with the Bloody Baron taking the final round from Nick. There were rumors about the entertainment for dinner, but Harry wasn't thinking about dinner right now.
Thursday meant that he had double Charms after lunch, and then nothing more until Friday afternoon. He did want to complete another optional potion on Friday, but right now his thoughts were all about tonight. Ron, on the other hand, wanted to talk about a different tonight.
"What do you want to do after dinner?" he asked. "There's a big chess tournament in the library, and McGonnagal and Flitwick are going to do some demonstration stuff for the first and second years. It might be fun to kip in and see that." Harry just didn't have an answer that would stand up, and Hermione wasn't helping at all. They'd put off saying anything, and now they were stuck.
"I...er...haven't thought about it yet. I just want to see if I can get the...the a...Hermione, what's that new Charm we're supposed to know?" Harry couldn't come up with an explanation that worked; maybe she could.
"It's Counter-Rotation, remember?" She had picked one that she knew Ron didn't know, even though both she and Harry had mastered it on the first try. "And then there's that Engorgement Charm that you wanted to try." She was sitting across from him, and her foot moving up his leg told him exactly what Charm she had in mind. She just smiled, and left Harry hanging out there again. He was left to plot some revenge, and several ideas came to mind. Finally Ron bailed him out.
"Well, Mandy Brocklehurst from Ravenclaw wants to play me in chess, so I guess I'll go there." Both Hermione and Harry sensed that there might be something more than a chess match going on, and they looked at each other, exchanging silent thoughts. Maybe Ron would solve the problem for them. He left, and now there was no one else at their part of the house table. Hermione took out a small envelope and passed it across to Harry.
"Here are your instructions," she said. "You need to follow them very carefully."
"Aren't we, aren't you and I, uh...huh?" Harry asked. He was surprised she was being so formal.
"It's your anniversary card, and your invitation to a party." Hermione's grin told the story, and she was going to enjoy every minute of the chase. "You might want to eat some more lunch, because your dinner time is going to be taken up with other things."
Harry took the card and continued to tolerate her moving foot for a couple minutes before heading out to the Charms classroom. Just for spite, he sat at a different table today, but it didn't work. Hermione promptly sat down at his new table, and began nudging him with her leg. When she thought her wand work was sufficiently distracting, she used her other hand to create even more problems for Harry, beneath the table.
After class, Harry fled to the library and opened the card. On the outside were several dozen animated hearts, that danced around and changed colors. The instructions inside were very simple.
Roses are red
Violet are blue
It's time to get on
With what we want to do
In an alcove just north
Of the prefect bathroom
Is a special new place
`neath the gathering gloom
Find a chair in the shadows
And sit for a spell
Then get out your wand
Just whisper, don't yell
The spell that you want
Is on page 63
Speak slowly and clearly
You'll soon be with me
All my love
Harry read the note again and again, trying to figure out what spell he was to use. There was no page 63 on the note. Then it hit him: it was his Charms spellbook! His hands immediately dug into his backpack, and he flipped through the pages. No, he had guessed wrong...page 63 was a spell about cooking potatoes. NOW WHAT?
As he looked at the clock, his frustration grew. Hermione had said something about 5 o'clock, and it was now after 4:30. As he stared at the cooking potatoes, he noticed some small writing on the margin at the bottom of the page. His heart leapt...it was Hermione's writing!
Altervesco
Harry ran from the library all the way to the Gryffindor tower and dumped everything on his bed. He had only a few minutes to clean up and prepare, and he didn't want to be late to his own anniversary party.
With two minutes to spare, Harry set off to find a chair. He had, thoughtfully, gotten Hermione a gift for the occasion. As he walked briskly, he thought that was pretty good. He was beginning to understand something about women, and he knew he'd know a whole lot more after tonight. Hopefully it would be things to do and not things to avoid. Sure enough, there was a chair sitting behind the statue. It looked like it had been there forever, and Harry discovered that it was stuck to the floor. Hermione had taken no chances on it being moved somewhere else. He took out the note and read the instructions again. Well, he thought, here goes nothing, and pointed his wand at the chair.
There was a rush of air, just like moving by portkey, and Harry left the chair behind. Suddenly, he was sitting in another chair, in a small room with soft, flickering lights and the gentle scent of jasmine. Hermione was sitting on the edge of a big platform that was covered with pillows and comforters. She was radiant, and he had never seen her prettier. She moved over to him and took his hand, leading him to the bed without a word. After what seemed like forever, she kissed him gently and whispered "Happy Anniversary."
"Happy Anniversary to you," Harry responded, and gave her the small box. She smiled, as if sublimely happy, and started to open it. Harry watched as she pulled the ribbon to untie the bow and lifted the lid. Her eyes began to tear as she gazed inside, then she looked up at
Harry.
"It's beautiful," she said as she pulled the ring from its plinth inside. "Do you want me to wear it all the time?"
Harry had thought about this already, another sign of the new Harry. "I would like you to put it on a long chain, and wear it around your neck, down here," he said, touching her between her breasts. "That way, I'll always be near to your heart."
Now the tears really started, and Harry figured that he had done well. She started hugging him and wouldn't let go. The evening was off to a great start.
"Where are we?" Harry asked.
"This is our place at the castle. It will be only ours, and there's no other way to get in here. I did some work on the doors, and even Peeves and the ghosts can't get in through the walls."
"Wow, just you and me?"
"Unless you want to invite others," she laughed. "Maybe we could rent the place out."
Harry grinned. "I can't see a prefect running a bordello at Hogwarts."
"Probably best if we keep this private," she nodded and agreed.
Now they both realized that the small talk was done, and Harry drew her to him. As he slid his hands around her, she shuddered. There was electricity in the air, and they both felt it. They lay back together, and Harry drew gentle circles on her body. Hermione reached down and began opening his shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of his pants, and on over his head. Next came her blouse and bra and his pants and her skirt. They had been this far before, but they were now about to turn the next page in the book again.
They paused by mutual consent, and Harry looked at her. Her smile told the whole story, and she nodded her assent to continue. As Harry just looked at her, drinking in her love, she took his hand and pushed her knickers down, exposing the folds within. Harry gasped as he ran his hand through the tight curls and on between her legs. God, could he keep himself under control for long enough?
Hermione pulled off his shorts, and ran her hand over his erection. He nearly died. She gasped, and almost drew back, thinking it was never going to fit. Harry continued to work at self-control. Hermione moved beneath him, and opened her legs wide. Now Harry was lying in the middle, and he could feel how close they were. All of a sudden, he was lost. Where exactly did this go. Hermione had already that figured out, and lightly guided him to her opening. He could feel her lips touching him. Should he push? How hard? He knew that this was would be painful for Hermione the first time, and he didn't want to cause her pain, he just wanted to love her.
"Push a little," she whispered. He responded and felt her lips part as he slid in a short way. She gasped, but not in pain, and she reached around him to pull them together.
"Don't stop," she gasped. "It feels so good, and I want you inside me so much." Harry thrust forward again, and she pushed back; they were together. He drew back a little, and experienced a feeling beyond belief. They were, well, doing it!
Hermione seemed to be somewhere else, with a dreamy expression on her face. Harry had no idea what to say. He gasped as she pushed him further in. He drew back again, and then they both pushed. Harry went all the way in, and Hermione gasped as she became a woman. Oh God, she thought. The feeling was beyond belief. Harry moved to get more support and take his weight of Hermione. As he did, they both drew back again and then pushed together. Harry knew he was losing all control, and the end was imminent. Hermione sensed the same thing, and their thrusts became more rhythmical, and more violent. At last, Harry gasped loudly as all thought left him, and he was done. Hermione held him tightly and he felt the moisture on her breasts and body as their motion slowed.
Neither of them wanted to speak. Harry was afraid they he had hurt her or hadn't performed very well. Hermione was simply spent, and didn't want to do anything but hold Harry tightly. So they just lay together, saying nothing.
Harry finally had to move. Not only was he very uncomfortable in this position, but he had to find out if she was okay.
"Hermione, are you all right?" he asked gently.
"I have never been better, ever," she responded. "That was so incredible. I never dreamed that it could be like this." She paused. "Harry, I love you so much. You were wonderful, and I ...I...don't know what to say."
"Did I hurt you too much," he asked. He knew it sounded crude, be he had to know.
"No, you were wonderful. I wish I could just have you inside me all the time. The feeling was beyond anything." She stopped, and looked deep into his eyes. "I can't describe it. Would anybody notice if we spent the night here?"
"Yeh, I'm pretty sure someone would notice," he responded. "Like everyone in Gryffindor, and most of the rest of the school."
"Well, it's still early, and I want to stay here with you for a long time."
"Okay, then what's the fourth condition?"
Hermione smiled. "Your getting closer, but you're not there yet." She guided his hands up to her breasts, still damp with sweat, and looked up again. "Would you like to try a larger size?"