Harry and the Dark Arts

Harry and Hermione walked down the path from the castle towards Hogsmeade. They had planned the day carefully, though a great deal was going to be left to chance. Their potential victims would provide the rest. Hidden away were Harry's map, and a written list of spells they might try. Harry still couldn't get over the change in Hermione. She wasn't Bellatrix, but she had definitely turned much darker. Maybe she just thought is was payback time after 5 years of continuous grief from certain Slytherans.

As they walked into Hogsmeade, they paused outside Honeydukes to watch the crowd inside. The owners were scrambling behind the counter to deal with all the students lined up to buy. They probably thought the school was their personal Gringotts on weekends like this: boatloads of Galleons were changing hands.

Harry spotted Draco coming up the street, and they ducked into the alleyway to let him get by.

"Do you want to start with him," Hermione asked.

"Nah," I want to see what he does with Pansy first. They didn't have long to wait, as Pansy came right behind him. When she caught up with Draco, she whispered something, and Draco turned to see Harry and Hermione behind them.

"I suppose you think you're something special, Potter, since they let you play Quidditch again." Draco wasn't about to stop baiting Harry, using any opportunity available. But Harry could play the game too, however, as Draco was now finding out. "Too bad. I hear they won't let your dad out of prison to see your games this year, Malfoy."

Malfoy reached for his wand, but Harry was ready. They both glared for a moment and then Pansy and Draco moved on. Harry and Hermione followed.

"Will it still work if I get her from behind?" Harry whispered.

"I don't know. It didn't say anything about that. It just said that it takes a minute to take affect, and they only grow a little. You have to use it several times if you want to make a really big change." Harry knew all of this, but he wanted to confirm his memory.

Harry took careful aim, while hiding behind a tree. "Engorgio Latica," he whispered. Nothing happened. Harry turned to Hermione. "Did I do it wrong?"

"No, that's exactly what it said. Maybe it doesn't work." Harry tried it again, slightly louder. Still nothing.

Down the road, however, Pansy stopped and looked around. Both Harry and Hermione were invisible behind the tree, but they could still see her. Why had she turned around? Did she notice something? Maybe the spell was working.

Harry put his wand away for now and they started walking towards Pansy and Draco. As they got closer, they could hear them whispering.

"I don't know what it is, but I feel funny," Pansy was saying. Draco was never very concerned about the feelings of others, even Pansy, but for the moment he was listening. "Are you going to be sick?" he asked.

"No, I don't think so. I just feel...well...like I'm being squeezed. It's hard to breathe."

Hermione could hardly keep from laughing. After they walked on by, she leaned over to Harry. "She's being squeezed because her bra is too tight. It's working!" She paused to look in the window at the post owls waiting for assignments. In the reflection, she could see Pansy trying to shift her clothing to make it stop.

"Harry, do it again. Make them really grow."

Harry pulled out his wand and moved behind a garbage can. He had a clear shot, and the spell didn't seem to leave a trace: no noise and no light. This was too much fun, he thought, as he fired the spell again, and then again. It was finally payback time, for interviews with Rita Skeeter, and nasty comments, and all the other abuse. Harry was having the time of his life. Was this like James abusing Snape? Yes, it probably was, he thought, but, unlike Snape, Pansy and Draco had it coming. This all started back in the first year, and Harry had waited a long time to return the abuse. Pansy was really uncomfortable now, and it wasn't to hard to see why, even if you didn't know what was happening. Hermione was almost in tears from laughing.

"We should get Draco right now too," she said. Harry thought it was worth a try and moved behind the garbage can again. "Engorgio Proteesa," Harry whispered. Again, there was no noise and no light, but the result was immediate. Draco was obviously in some discomfort. The front of his robes didn't hide his problem, and he was still trying to deal with Pansy's issues also. Harry was really going now, and he fired the wand again. Draco moaned loudly. People even turned their heads to see what the problem was.

Harry and Hermione moved on. They had created problems that wouldn't go away. Draco would be in pain for a while, and Pansy would be different forever unless someone knew the proper spell. Harry thought that was even funnier, since he probably had the only book with the necessary information. Then Harry had an idea. "Hermione, maybe next week I should shrink them, until they nearly disappear." They both started to laugh and had to move on when people started starting at them also.

Now they wanted to find Crabbe and Goyle, but they didn't seem to be anywhere. To Harry, it wasn't worth spending too much time, since he had other interests. He ducked into another alley and pulled Hermione with him.

"What are you doing?" she asked impatiently. His first kiss answered the question, and they hid for a minute to remember why they were together.

"Let's go back to Honeydukes and see if we can escape," Harry suggested. Hermione agreed and they started back down, past the Shrieking Shack toward the bottom of the hill. As they rounded the last corner, they came face to face with none other than Delores Umbridge. Harry and Hermione both gasped, trying to think of what to say. Fortunately, she walked on by without even acknowledging them. Harry recovered first.

"Big one or little one?" he asked.

"Definitely big...real big!"

Harry slipped back around the corner and into an alcove that hid him from view. There weren't many people right here, and he had an open field.

"Orgio Maximus," he whispered, and again the wand did nothing he could detect. At least not right here. Down the street was a different story, and it was obvious that Umbridge was noticing something. She began to walk oddly, and then stopped and leaned up against the nearest building. If Harry suspicions were correct, she was experiencing her first orgasm, right here in public, on the streets of Hogsmeade. Harry turned to see Hermione also learning up against the wall...but she was laughing.

"You probably just made her day, Harry," Hermione forced out between giggles. "I think you've done enough damage for today. Shall we continue on?" Harry took one last look back...Umbridge was doubled up, trying to hide whatever it was she was feeling.

Honeydukes was still busy, and the stairs to the basement were easy to reach without being noticed. They raced along the tunnel back to school, pausing only to check the map before popping out of the witch's hump. Without a word, they headed different directions. Their chairs were waiting.

Harry got there first, and was waiting when Hermione appeared. He had an idea that he hadn't discussed with her, and he was going to give it a try. He called her over and began undressing her. When there was nothing left to remove, he pushed her gently to the bed and stretched out her right arm.

"Incarcio," he said, and a restraint quickly bound her hand to the corner of the bed.

"What are you doing," Hermione demanded as she struggled against the binding.

"I'm tying you up, or tying you down. I can never remember which is which." Harry thought his play on words was very funny, and his usual grin immediately reappeared.

"You're what?"

"You heard me," Harry answered as he stretched out her left arm and repeated the spell. She was struggling even more now, but Harry wasn't going to stop. "It's time you had a little lesson in obedience, and I'm going to give it to you. You can fight all you like, but nothing's going to change."

Hermione didn't know what to do. Obviously fighting with him wasn't going to work, so she tried pleading. "Please, Harry, I want to hold you."

Harry completed the bonds with each foot and then sat back to admire his handiwork. Hermione was stretched out and helpless. "I think it's time for you to experience what Delores Umbridge now knows about. However, in view of your prior mis-behavior, you will have to survive the old-fashioned way, no magic allowed."

Harry began to lightly kiss her, starting around her neck and moving slowly to her body. He flicked his tongue around her nipples and she stopped fighting and start moaning, softly at first and then louder. Harry was taking his time. Not only was he trying to please Hermione, but this was also a female anatomy class for him. It was, after all, not a subject that was covered at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry moved his attention lower, kissing her navel and moving on. Hermione was getting louder and louder, and he knew he was having the desired effect. He was moving slowly to see what effect he was having. He wanted to know where the buttons to push were located. He wanted her to experience the pleasure that she brought him. God, she's beautiful, he thought

Harry broke off and moved his lips up next to her ear. "You're so beautiful," he whispered as he nibbled and licked her ear. She moaned again and he cataloged another spot to re-visit later. Then Harry had an idea. He reached down to his backpack next to the bed and took out his quill. A silly grin appeared as he moved back to her body. His started kissing her again, moving from her navel to her thighs. She gasped and kept gasping. The moans were timed to her breathing, which was going faster and faster.

Harry could taste her now, and he decided to be bold. He reached in and gently spread her lips, inserting his tongue between them. Hermione screamed, but Harry knew she wasn't in pain. It was, however, a sound unlike anything he had ever heard before. Hermione was losing it, and Harry was happy. He had wanted her completely beyond control. He wanted her to climax. But first, he wanted to prolong her pleasure.

He took the quill and started gently riding the feather up and down her thighs. She lost all vestige of control and her body started shaking in uncontrolled movements. She was nearly there, and Harry was ready for the last step. He moved his lips close to her mouth and whispered.

"It's time, Hermione. Let go, and feel only love." She shrieked, and came as Harry slid his fingers deep within her. Hermione wasn't the only one who could learn from reading, Harry thought. He let her back down slowly, keeping up a quiet conversation to insure she knew it was okay and that he loved her very much. Finally, after many minutes, he looked at her body covered with the sweat of passion, and released her bonds. She didn't even react, at least immediately. Then she slowly moved her arms up, closing them around Harry like a flower contracting for the night. She pulled him to her kiss, and spoke at last.

"If I die right now, it wouldn't matter. I will never feel anything more wonderful that the love you have given me. Harry, I..." She stopped. Words simply couldn't convey what she wanted to say. "I can't say what I want...I don't know any words to use that begin to sound adequate." She stopped again. His smile said he already knew, and he knew that she did too.

"It's okay, Hermione. I understand. You do the same thing to me." Hermione was shaking her head, as if to disagree. "No, I could never do anything like that," she said. Eventually, she rolled over and began undressing him. When she finished, she pushed him roughly to the bed and grabbed his wand.

"However," she said, "I'm certainly going to try." Before Harry could respond, his hands were bound, just as Hermione's had been, and he knew he was in serious trouble. Now it was her turn to explore, and like Harry, she had been reading. Hermione wasn't being quite as subtle, but she heard that boys didn't need so much attention. Harry's raging erection seemed to confirm that information. With everything else under her control, she sat on his chest with his wand in her hand.

"I'm going to give you one chance, and you better behave." Harry was puzzled now. What did she have in mind.

"I will release one hand, and you will perform as instructed, or else! Is that clear?"

Harry nodded his assent, and she opened the binding on his wand hand. She placed the wand in his hand and continued to sit on his stomach.

"Do it," she commanded. At first he didn't know what she meant and started to protest. Then he realized that she wasn't leaning forward over him for no reason.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"I SAID DO IT! DO IT NOW! TWICE!"

She obviously wasn't going to back down. When he had said the words, she took the wand away from him and re-anchored his hand. Then she sat on him and they both watched as her breasts grew larger. From time to time, she would squirm on top of him, just to keep him interested, or so she said. He could feel both the juice from her lips and the sweat from her body as she wiggled around.

Now she looked down at him and started explore. She ran her tongue over his nipples, and, to his surprise, he responded also. She teased him by bringing her nipples just within reach of his tongue, and she let him kiss them sometimes. It was all a tease, and they both knew it. The bad part was that Harry couldn't do a thing to stop her, and she wasn't about to stop by herself. It was still payback time in Hermione's world.

Finally, after Harry thought he was going to die a million or so times, she stopped.

"It's now time for you to learn about the fourth condition."

With that said, she slowly kissed her way down his chest. She paused and slowly placed her hand around his erection. Harry gasped. She looked up at his face, smiling like the cat again. "This is the ultimate potion, or so they tell me." Harry now knew what she was doing, but he couldn't prevent it. She lowered her lips and his brain went into overload. It was a feeling he could not begin to describe. She moved slowly up and down, and he found himself thrusting with her. It was going to be all over soon.

As he reached the final spasm, he screamed out her name. "Hermiiiioneeeee," escaped from his lips, but she continued licking and kissing him. And then he died.

Later, Harry realized that he probably didn't really pass out. It just seemed that way. As he came back to consciousness, he knew she had released him. She was lying beside him, both of them covered in sweat. When he moved, he could feel her skin slide on his. She had her hands around him, holding him but not restraining. He wanted to say something, but had no words to use. He opened his eyes, and found hers looking at him.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly. He nodded, and smiled. He was just utterly spent, and had no energy left.

"You know," she said quietly, "Hogsmeade weekends will never be the same." Harry nodded again, and then thought about something he had not yet shared with her.

"Hermione, I have something else that I should tell you. It might affect our plans."

She thought this sounded serious, although it might be Harry setting her up again. "What is it?"

"Dumbledore called me in when we first got back to school this year. He said that Sirius had left some instructions in case...well, in case he didn't make it through this time. Kreacher was given to the Malfoys, since Sirius thought they deserved each other." Harry paused, somewhat scared to proceed. This was getting REAL serious.

"He left the house, and his money at Gringotts to me." Hermione stopped breathing. What was Harry suggesting?

"I've thought I might go there during the Christmas holidays and do some cleaning. Dumbledore said that he can put a protective charm on it, and with him as secret keeper, I would be safe. He also said I might even be able to spend part of next summer there. Of course, something more might happen with Voldemort before then." He paused, and then laughed. "It should be a lot quieter, too. They sent Sirius' mother away also."

"The point is," he said, summoning up all the nerve he could find, "would you like to spend Christmas with me?"

Hermione gasped. Her face answered long before her mouth would work. "Harry, I want to spend every Christmas with you." Harry closed his eyes to consider his future. His sixth year was turning out pretty good.

"19 CHILDREN?" she shrieked.