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Warnings: Violence , Gore and Lemons(Much Later), Lime.

This Chapter contains a Lime, underage people please skip to the end of the Chapter after the WARNING. Enjoy reading . . .

Chapter 24

Done with the training for the day, Harry told Hermione to go on, stating that he would come back later. Hermione cast an inquisitive glance at Harry, but he just mouthed, 'Daphne' at her and she nodded. He had told her about Daphne's proposal while on their run together.

As Hermione was leaving, Harry stared at his best friend. He had always thought that Hermione was a very cute girl, and would grow up to be a beautiful girl. He just didn't expect it to happen so soon. It was plan torturous for him to see her run with him in her tight black shorts, and her sports bra. She had been getting increasingly comfortable around him in her attire, favoring lesser clothing. It barely left anything to the imagination, and Harry had a hard time keeping his thoughts pure. He would stare at her breathless and flushed appearance, and had to avert his eyes quickly, lest he be caught staring.

It was true that he wouldn't mind dating her; in fact he would love to go out with her. But with the threat of Voldemort, and their rigorous training, and his additional studies of Runes, Arithmancy, and Occlumency, left him tired and spent. He just felt that he didn't have the time for pursuing a relationship. Plus, he hadn't the faintest idea of how to ask her out. His mind was fixed on that ideology, but every time he was in her presence, he just felt that his reason fled him.

But recently, his mind, his very instincts were telling him that he should claim her as his. Harry would be left feeling confused and would sink himself further into his training to keep his mind off Hermione. He knew that it must have something to do with his Vampiric side, but was too embarrassed to ask Perenelle about it. He suspected that it had something to do with the fact that he was her Sire, the one who had turned her.

Shaking his head, he headed out of the Training Room, and thinking of a showering place, entered to take a shower, before he talked with Perenelle.

(Break)

"So the afterlife really exists . . ." Perenelle said a bit of amazement entering her voice.

"I think so. There's no other explanation for what I experienced."

"Have you checked the trunks that your parents left for you?" Perenelle asked gently. She had to constantly remind herself that Harry was not a veteran of the first War. For all intents and purposes, he was an almost-14 year old teenager. The maturity shown by him often made it easier for her to forget that little tidbit.

"I . . . think that I'll wait for some time before I feel that I am ready for that." Harry replied, his eyes cast downwards.

Perenelle frowned at that. "Harry, feeling the pain of loss is not a weakness. You just have to remember the reason that you fight, the reason that you get up every day, facing it head-on despite the pain that you feel. Never feel that you are weak because of that. It is one of the greatest strengths that mankind possesses." She finished, her tone soothing and gentle.

"I-I know. But it's still hard." Harry said softly. Perenelle nodded slightly, giving him some time to recompose himself.

"About that Prophecy . . ." Harry started.

"It's true. The department has it recorded, in the Hall Of Prophecies. I was going to take you there after you were competent enough in Occlumency. I guess it was better that you found out now. How do you feel after knowing what's in store for you?" Perenelle asked a bit curious about Harry's thoughts on the matter of the Prophecy.

"Not much different, actually. I guess that I got used to the idea of Voldemort coming after me after my Second Year. Me knowing about the Prophecy changes little, except for the fact that I have some hitherto unknown power that Voldemort has no idea about." Harry said. He wasn't lying when he said this, for him the prophecy was a mere confirmation to the idea of him being the one to fight Voldemort.

"That's very mature of you Harry, I'm sure your parents would have been proud." Perenelle said warmly.

"I know they are . . ." Harry replied smiling faintly.

Perenelle chuckled. "Ah, before I forget, Ollivander sent me this letter to pass on to you. And I will be coming around sometime tonight to properly ward the Granger household." Perenelle said as she took out an envelope from her desk drawer, and handed it to Harry.

Harry looked down at the letter curiously, but diverted his attention towards Perenelle when she mentioned warding Hermione's house, putting the letter in his jeans pocket.

"Is this because of the intruder yesterday? Did you find him?" Harry asked, a little eagerly.

"Yes, I think it would be best if Hermione's house was fully protected. I couldn't find the intruder, but there is now a person that knows about your and Hermione's location. That risk has to be eliminated, and the wards that I will put up will ensure that. It has a few drawbacks, but nothing too big." Perenelle explained.

"Drawbacks?" Harry enquired.

"Well, you won't be able to use magic inside the house anymore. But Portkeys, will work just fine. With Hermione's parents and her guest knowing about your schedule, you won't need to sneak here anymore." Perenelle said. The wards that she would be putting up, will cause enough interference with the muggle appliances, using anymore magic would not be an advisable situation. But, they would be able to fight back enough to escape if they were to be attacked.

"I'm sure we can manage that." Harry acquiesced. Perenelle nodded and reached for her desk, she had some documents to go through.

"Professor?" Harry asked.

"Yes? Do you need something?" Perenelle looked up to see Harry with a hesitant expression on his face.

"The original Order were comprised of 7 members, do you have someone in mind that you are going to recruit?" Harry asked. He had been wondering about this ever since he had started his training.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do have 2 people that I am going to approach this summer." Perenelle said.

"May I ask who?" Harry asked curiously.

"The first one would be your friend, Nymphadora Tonks. She is a Metamorphmagus, a very rare ability for a witch or wizard. Her Auror results are within the 99th percentile, and she even graduated from Auror Academy a whole year early. I'm sure you know her." Perenelle smirked.

"But. . . But, yesterday. . ." Harry spluttered confused.

"I was just testing you Harry, I wanted to know your response when you were given orders that you aren't comfortable with. While ordinarily, disobeying your superior's orders is suicidal for your career, I can't fault you for your own views. I was really proud of you for standing your ground against me yesterday." Perenelle smiled at the struck expression on Harry's face.

"Well, that's great. I didn't think that you would consider her, she can be a bit clumsy. But her skill is not deniable. And who's the other one?" Harry said, voicing his thought on that matter.

"Her name is Luna Lovegood." Perenelle said simply, waiting to see if Harry would recognize her.

Harry had a feeling that he had heard the name before. Try as he might he couldn't put a finger on who Perenelle was talking about.

"She's at Hogwarts the same as you, a year younger in fact." Perenelle clarified.

"Isn't she a bit young . . .?"

"She is, but I daresay she is far more mature than you would believe her to be. Her ability, made sure of that." Perenelle said, a bit of regret tainting her tone.

"Ability?" Harry asked.

"I'll let her tell you about it, if she agrees to my proposal that is." Perenelle said.

"I was approached by another person that wished to join the Order. Daphne, formerly Greengrass." Harry said guardedly.

"Formerly Greengrass?" Perenelle asked.

"She relinquished her family name due to an incident. She came to Hermione, she didn't have anyone else to rely on." Harry explained.

"And, do you think that she should be allowed to join?" Perenelle asked curiously. This was not something that she had expected.

"I think that Hermione would be better equipped to answer that question. She had been friends with her longer than I have." Harry answered honestly.

Perenelle pondered over this new development for a while. On one hand she would get a potential new member for the Order fairly quickly, but on the other hand, the Greengrass Family was one that was best kept wary of. But if the girl had relinquished her family name . . .

"I'll talk to Hermione later today, if I am suitably impressed, I'll talk to Daphne as well." Perenelle said.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry said.

"No thanks is needed Harry, never feel that you need to keep something from me just because you think that I'll disapprove. I'm your Mentor, and I would like us to have frank discussions. We still need to figure out a lot of things about how we are going to tackle the problem about Voldemort." Perenelle said warmly.

"I'll see you later Professor, and Thank you, for everything." Harry said, thanking her for her earlier talk about his parents.

"Good day, Harry." Perenelle smiled at the grimacing expression on Harry's ace as he activated his Portkey to Hermione's house.

(Break)

The Warding of Hermione's house had taken almost three days. Hermione's parents had taken the rest of the week off, intending to ask some questions to Perenelle and seeking reassurance to their daughter's safety. Perenelle had done her best to allay their fears and doubts. By the slightly relieved faces of the elder Grangers, Harry assumed that she had been successful.

Harry had read Ollivander's letter. It was nothing more than an update on the new wand that Harry had petitioned him to fashion. It just said that he was close to locating the core that he intended to use for his wand, and to make sure to be ready to leave with him for a couple of days. He didn't elaborate much on the reason why.

Perenelle had also talked to Daphne and was suitably impressed by her conviction. She was sworn-in the next day, and had received her own copy on the book on Mind Arts. They supposed that they would have to tell her about their Vampirism sooner or later. She was bound to notice that their workout schedule was far more different than what Perenelle had outlined for her. She had been staring incredulously at the rate at which they ran and the amount of weights that they were capable of lifting.

Harry thought that that was sure going to be an interesting conversation. Thankfully, Hermione was the one who would make the initial approach.

Harry had made startling progress on his Occlumency. The next day after the whole fiasco, he had sat down for his routine Occlumency training, and had no problems accessing his Mindscape, as the book called it. The next step was to individually sort his memories, a seemingly simple task considering that inside your Mindscape the limit was your imagination itself. But there was one little snag, before Harry could sort every memory, he had to experience it again. Time was very fast inside the Mindscape, approximately four times faster, but considering Harry's tough childhood, it wasn't easy for him to re-live it again. By the time that Hermione had been done with that step altogether, Harry had barely reached his 8th birthday. Harry had helped her many a time, picking up on her sadness, and offering her a simple smile, just making sure that he was there in case she needed to talk. She had taken to practice her Occlumency in his room from then on.

It was a harrowing time for him, made even worse by the self-imposed task of going over every memory that he had requested of Perenelle, every memory that she had of the Order's various skirmishes with the Death Eaters, the interrogation of the captured Death Eaters, and the memories provided or liberated from the minds of the captured Death Eaters. He hadn't asked Perenelle to keep quiet about this fact, but was glad that she did. He didn't need to worry Hermione needlessly.

It had been almost a week since he had been able to catch even a wink of sleep.

He was careful to not let it show, but judging by the concerned glances that Hermione had been sending him, he supposed that he was doing a pretty shoddy job of it. He supposed that he shouldn't be that surprised by this, Hermione had always been able to tell when he was feeling a bit down.

There were two methods of experiencing the memory, on was when you were inside the projection of yourself, re-living the memory, and another was where you were an observer. There was one particular memory from his childhood that had caught his attention. It was during one of the Harry Hunting games that Dudley was so fond of. Experiencing the memory, he had a new perspective on what had occurred. He hadn't Apparated away. There was no feeling of being squeezed through a pipe that Apparation was associated with, all that the younger Harry had felt was a change of scenery. Looking at it as an observer, Harry saw that his body had been briefly covered in bright green smoke from where he lay hiding, and then at the same time that he had vanished, he had re-appeared with the same green smoke at the top of the roof of the school building.

Harry had asked Perenelle if she knew anything about this apparently new form of travel, but she had replied negatively. She had asked him for that particular memory though, and asked Harry to work on it in his free time. Harry, who had trouble sleeping lately, had welcomed this new distraction whole-heartedly.

He had re-visited the memory numerous times, trying to re-create the same feeling, trying his hardest to feel for the nature, shape and amount of magic that he had used to get out, but the results were not forthcoming. He had kept this secret from Hermione as well, intending to surprise her after he had accomplished this.

(Break)

"Dammit!" Harry growled, echoed by the thundering noise of something huge crashing down on the floor, as his Levitation Spell on the huge chunk of rock failed yet again. He was having difficulty concentrating on keeping his spell going. He was feeling tired, he was feeling frustrated, and that was making him angry. And anger didn't help him in controlling his spells.

He sighed wearily, and sank down on the grass of the Training Room. He closed his eyes, calming his thoughts.

"Harry? Everything alright?" Perenelle asked, walking towards him from where she was observing the three teens in their observation.

"I'm gonna be alright. Just need a few minutes to calm myself." Harry said wearily, rubbing his forehead.

Perenelle watched him silently. Harry appeared to be a mess. There were no outward signs of anything wrong, but she had picked up on the tiredness, and weariness shining in his eyes. She walked over to him, and sitting beside him, gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

"You don't need to work so hard Harry. There will be time to pursue watching the memories I gave you later. You will have time for that at Hogwarts, Summer time is the only vacation that you get. " Perenelle whispered softly, correctly guessing the reason for his tiredness.

Harry winced.

"He's out there Professor. I can't be sure how much time we have before he comes after me again. I have survived on sheer luck on my part, and arrogance on Voldemort's. I refuse to be unprepared for the next time." Harry said softly, aware that Hermione was just as capable of hearing soft voices as he was.

"You aren't alone in this Harry. Me and Albus will be there as well, and so will Hermione and Daphne as soon as they are prepared." Perenelle said whispering.

Harry closed his eyes and turned away.

"Get some sleep Harry, you need it. I'm giving you the next day off. Have some fun. You have deserved it." Perenelle said.

"I can't."

"Why not?" Perenelle asked.

"I have unpleasant dreams." Harry mumbled.

'So that's it.' "Harry, I'll put you in a magically induced sleep, It's not advisable, but I think that it is necessary in this case. You can't go on like this." Perenelle said.

Harry just nodded his head slowly. Perenelle softly tapped his head with her wand, a blue hue covering her wand and Harry promptly fell asleep. She shifted him into a more comfortable position, gazing at him a bit sadly and walked over to the two girls.

"What happened to Harry, Professor? Is everything alright?" Hermione asked dropping her own slab on the ground gently and walking towards her.

"He is just a bit stressed, and I think that he hasn't been sleeping well. I placed him under an artificial sleep, wake him up by dinner. Just tap your wand against his forehead and use the Enervate Spell on him." Perenelle said.

Hermione bit her lip in thought. She had noticed that there was something off about Harry these last few days, but had given him his space knowing that pushing him for information would only anger him. Looking at him now, she wished she had tried harder.

"Do you know why?" Hermione asked.

"You'll have to ask him yourself. I don't think he would appreciate me telling you about it." Perenelle said firmly. She didn't know Harry as well as Hermione, but she knew that he valued trust. He didn't trust easily, but once you had his trust and did something to break it, it would be pretty hard to regain it back.

Hermione nodded, fully intent on finding out what was plaguing her best friend. Daphne just observed the goings on silently.

She was shocked by how powerful Hermione seemed to have become this summer. She had always thought that she and Hermione were pretty close in terms of power, but she could barely last half the time for which Hermione could keep her block levitated. It was slightly disheartening. She had been curious to see Harry's power but he had lasted for an even lesser time than Hermione had. Hearing about his condition from the Professor, she figured that this wasn't Harry's usual standards.

(Break)

"So how are we supposed to do this?" Daphne asked Hermione. They were finished with the day's training, and were standing near Harry's sleeping form, pondering how to best take him home.

"This is quite weird you know, Harry is one of the lightest sleepers I have ever met. He always wakes up at the slightest of sounds." Hermione said gazing to her heart's content at Harry's sleeping visage.

Daphne glanced at Hermione and rolled her eyes. "Focus Hermione, he will be sleeping like this till dinner. You can admire his sleeping form later."

Hermione squawked her refusal. After a bit of thought, she motioned Daphne to pick up one of Harry's arms and she picked up the other arm. She held the Portkey such that all three of them were touching it, and were whisked away as she said the activation phrase.

The three landed in the middle of the room in a tangle of limbs, and groaned slightly as they got up. Hermione's mother, who was staying at home today, peeked her head behind the couch and raised her eyebrows at the two girls. Catching sight of Harry's unconscious form, she grew worried and made her way towards them.

"Is everything alright?" Emma asked glancing at Harry.

"Peachy, mum. Harry's just asleep." Hermione replied.

Emma nodded and made her way back to the couch. Hermione and Daphne navigated Harry to his room and placed him on the bed.

(Break)

Hermione opened her eyes slowly, finished with her Occlumency practice for the day. She looked around, and glanced down at Harry who was sitting on the floor and still in the middle of his practice. She watched as his face shifted through various emotions, a smile here, a grimace there. Her mind was still going through various approaches that she could take to bring up Harry's tiredness. She wanted to know if it was something that she could help him with.

She waited for Harry to finish, her mind flickering over various topics. Daphne's inclusion into the Order was both a relief and a source of worry for her. Relief, that she would have no problems from the Greengrass Family anymore on the legal front, and worry over the fact that she was involved at all. There was also a bit of a selfish worry about her finding out about her and Harry's Vampirism.

After her mind pondered over various inconsequential things, her mind wandered over things that she had been thinking about a lot recently. She wanted Harry. She wanted him to hold her, to kiss her, to bite her and never let go. Every time she was around him, she would find herself feeling a longing in her heart.

She had always had confidence issues about her appearance, but they had been put to rest by her turning. She could honestly say that she had confidence in her appearance. She couldn't count the number of times she had heard Parvati and Lavender talk about the number of ways that they could seduce boys. She wouldn't ever admit it, not even under the pain of death, but she had taken down various points herself numerous times. She never let them find out about it of course.

The problem was, Harry wasn't a normal teenaged boy. Even before his Vampirism, he was socially and emotionally stunted. He didn't react well to touches and hugs from unknown people, and would become rigid, just like the first time she had hugged him, back in First Year. She had been the first one to ever give him a hug, she hadn't believed him at first, but the honest surprise coupled with his awkwardness were enough to tell her that he was telling the truth. Ever since then, she had made an effort to make him comfortable receiving hugs, even if it was just from her. She had just been helping her friend, her first ever friend, but now she was kind of glad that she was the only one that Harry was comfortable around.

Things had gotten better after their First year, either that, or Harry had gotten better at hiding his hesitance. She wished he would open up more. These past few weeks, she couldn't help but notice that Harry was being very comfortable around her; he had even initiated hugs with her. She always felt that those hugs were more special than the ones she gave him.

She couldn't very well point out the exact time that her platonic feelings for Harry had changed, but she would always remember the concerned and exhilarated expression on his face when she had opened her eyes after being un-petrified. It was the one memory that she had taken pleasure in experiencing more than once.

She felt her cheeks heating up as she thought about what she had been experiencing almost every night since being turned. The absolute bliss that she felt when Harry bit her was something that was quickly becoming the highlight of her days. And those feelings had opened a whole new can of worms. She wanted more, so much more. Feeling herself getting a bit hot under her collar, she quickly distracted herself from that train of thought. She flopped down on the bed, and put Harry's pillow over her face to hide her flushing face. She immediately lifted it off her face, realizing her mistake. The pillow had the distinctive musky smell of Harry. She felt like a bit of a pervert, realizing that she remembered Harry's scent as well.

'Merlin! What am I supposed to do?' Hermione thought to herself. She glanced at Harry again, and seeing that he still wasn't finished with his practice, she slid off the bed and made her way upstairs towards Daphne's room, intending to see if she needed any help. She knocked on the door once, and entered to see that Daphne was already asleep. 'Well, it was her first day. She looked pretty exhausted by the end of it.'

With nothing else to do, she silently made her way back to Harry's room. Her eyes caught a faint glimmer coming from Harry's slightly opened cupboard. Her curiosity rising, she opened the cupboard and peered at the object that was emitting a faint glow. It was like a shallow basin, odd carvings and runes covered throughout its circumference. Hermione peered curiously into the basin and was surprised to see a watery/gel like white substance floating lazily inside it. As she looked closer at the white substance, she realized that she was looking at a Pensieve. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as she wondered what was Harry doing with such an Artifact.

"Hermione? What are you doing?" came Harry's voice.

Hermione made a squeaking voice as she jumped, and whirled around. She saw that Harry was looking at her a demanding expression on his face.

"I was getting bored, you were taking too long." Hermione tried explaining why she was burrowing around in Harry's cupboard.

"This is a Pensieve isn't it? Where'd you get it?" Hermione asked excitedly.

Harry sighed. He might as well tell her now; she was bound to have found out sooner or later. And he thought that getting her opinion on some of the things he was pondering over would, make it easier for him to analyze the memories.

"I asked Professor to get me one. I also asked her to give me all the memories that she had stored that had information about the last war." Harry said guardedly, looking closely at Hermione to gauge her reaction.

"Oh. Why did you need the memories Harry? Is this the reason why you have been so tired recently?" Hermione asked. It was the best explanation that her mind could come up with.

"That's one of the reasons." Harry responded.

"But why are you doing this? Those memories certainly can't be pleasant." Hermione enquired.

"I need to know what we are up against Hermione. Watching the Death Eaters fighting against the previous Order members, and Voldemort's own dueling capabilities can only help me gain a better understanding about what needs to be done." Harry said, clenching his fists tightly.

"But . . ." Hermione trailed off. She wasn't that surprised really. This Harry was someone that she had seen twice in her life. Once when they had went after the Philosopher's Stone in their First year, and the second time when they had traveled back in time to free Sirius almost a month ago. He didn't linger on with facts, he jumped to outrageous conclusions that later turned out to be perfectly accurate. It was one of the many things that she admired about him. She smiled proudly at her friend.

"I understand. Is there something that I can help you with?" Hermione asked.

Harry was a bit startled at Hermione's acceptance. " Just like that . . .?"

"Honestly Harry, must you do this every time? I have already said that I will help you in any way possible. If you think that this will help, then I will do my best." Hermione said determinedly

Harry was hit with a surge of affection towards Hermione. He walked the few steps that separated them and gathered her in a hug, holding on to her tightly. Bringing his head down a bit, so that his mouth was near her ear, he softly whispered his thanks. Hermione tightened her arms around him at that, thankful that Harry couldn't see her glowing face.

"You're welcome." Hermione breathed. 'Damn! I have got to keep myself under control.' Her mind knew that she was in trouble, but her arms refused to leave Harry's strong embrace. Surrendering her control, she leant her head on Harry's defined chest.

Eventually, Harry broke the embrace, a bit flushed. Hermione's . . . uh . . .chest was a lot bigger than before, and was smashed against his upper stomach. He got out of the embrace before he 'rose up' to the pleasant feeling.

"Thank you for understanding Hermione, I thought that you would freak out and begin shouting at me." Harry said.

"I never shout at you Harry!" Hermione huffed.

At Harry's deadpan look, she relented. "Not without reason anyway."

"What took you so long with your Occlumency anyway? I was finished much before you were." Hermione asked.

"I finally finished sorting my memories. I have to say, it feels amazing to have such a clear head. No random thoughts at all." Harry said. And it did feel amazing, coupled with the sleep that he had gotten today, Harry felt much better than he had ever felt.

"I know. My concentration has never been so good before." Hermione replied excitedly.

Harry simply nodded. He had always thought that Hermione's concentration was a stuff of legends, any improvement upon that was a scary thought.

(Break)

Harry watched a bit confused as he saw Hermione leave. He just couldn't figure out why Hermione was affected by his bites thus, he figured that he was taking a bit too much and Hermione was being polite by not telling him, but even on the days that he made sure to take the bare minimum, her reaction had been the same. His nose twitched as a new scent wafted across it, almost instantly, his desires that primarily featured Hermione with a bit of a guest appearance by Tonks came to mind. He shook his head violently. 'What's wrong with me?'

Hoping that getting some fresh air would help clear his thoughts, he made his way towards the roof of the Granger household.

(Break)

Hermione's body was still tingling with pleasure as she made her way to her room. They had talked a bit about Harry's progress in the Ancient Runes study and she was very, very impressed by his progress. At the rate at which he was progressing he was on track to finish the whole years' worth of study in a mere two weeks of study. She had a feeling that Harry was a natural at Runes.

As she closed her bedroom door, she glanced at her bed and then the bathroom. Seemingly making a decision, she locked her door and made her way to her bed. Although Harry's bites usually took care of her libido, she felt as if she needed a bit more to take her off the edge today.

WARNING LIME

Hermione took off the T-shirt that she was wearing as she moved towards her bed. Sitting down on her bed, she removed her skirt and flung it away from her in her haste. Placing her comforter on one side of the bed, she unclasped her bra and flung that as well, uncaring of the mess that she was making.

Laying down on her pillow, she slowly snaked her hands towards her throbbing womanhod. Slowly, teasingly, she ghosted her hand under her cotton panties, over her baby smooth mound and brought her other hand to gently cup her left breast. She gently traced her pink nipples, and gently pinched them till they were protruding outwards almost painfully hard.

She teased her gushing slit with repeated to and from motions and closed her eyes in pleasure. She continued like this for a few seconds before realizing that her panties were in the way, restricting her motions. Stopping her self teasing, she lifted her hips off the bed and took them off hastily and brought her hand up to her mouth and licked her fingers, tasting herself. Imagining that it was Harry that was the one tasting her, she let out a doleful moan. Continuing with her fantasy, she imagined it was Harry that was teasing her womanhood.

Her toes curled into the bed sheet as she lightly pinched her engorged clit, muffling her moan with her unoccupied finger. She silently cursed her inability to cast magic in her house; she would do anything to cast a Silencing Charm on her room right now. She shifted herself such that her head was buried in her pillow, her right hand still working on her clit. She felt her arousal rising as she brought up her knees under her, spreading them evenly such that her breasts were barely touching her bed, her nipples brushing against her sheets pleasurably.

She felt around her opening, and suddenly thrust one finger into her pussy, moaning loudly at he accompanied pleasure. She repeated the thrusting motions, imagining it was Harry behind her and the thrusting member was a lot thicker and longer than her finger.

"Aah. . . .mmmfh, r-right there. . ..faster." Hermione whispered breathlessly into her pillow as she increased the pace of her thrusting. The knot that was building steadily ever since she had started, tightened, and she began brushing her fingers over her clit, her body and mind aching to feel that sweet release.

"Emmm. . .ahhnn. . . H-Harryy . . ..mmm . .. .harder." Hermione moaned out, her mind incapable of differentiating between her fantasy and reality. The speed of her thrusts increased, another finger finding its way into her slick channel. She felt her orgasm approaching, and almost thoughtlessly, brought up her second hand that was under her pillow, and pinched her clit.

Hermione's mind exploded, as her orgasm rushed through her violently, her juices, exploding through her fingers that remained buried in her channel. Her back arched as her knees slid sideways on the bed, her body falling down gently on her hand. She lifted her head up from her pillow, taking in huge gulps of air. She could hear her racing heart, and brought her hand out from under her.

She couldn't even contemplate taking a bath, or even moving from her position right now. She tiredly set her alarm to wake her up an hour early, to take care of the mess that she had made tonight, and closed her eyes blissfully.

"Goodnight Harry, . . . MySire . . ."

(Chapter End)

A/N:- A quick update for all you guys. . . I hope you enjoyed this Chapter. This was my first time writing anything erotic and I would like to know if It was decent enough . . . . Please Review your thoughts.