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Chapter – 5
Merlin, I am pathetic! I am kissing my best friend and I am enjoying it so much that I wanna do it again. And again. And AGAIN!
She clutched her head and moaned.
She shouldn't do this anymore. After this last class she would stop. She will explain Harry in sensible words that they shouldn't do this. It would be like betraying his future girlfriend. Yeah, he would understand. Just this last time, she would give in to her desires.
She bit on her food and groaned at the kissing noises coming from the front. Either she was kissing or watching someone kissing nowadays. She was getting sick of this. Was the sixth year all about kissing?
"Jeez Ginny get a room! People are eating here!" Hermione stabbed her food with the fork and glared at Dean and Ginny's 'make-up' smooch. Dean pecked Ginny once and turned to eat. Ginny looked at Hermione a little apologetically and turned her head to the left.
Hermione realized with a silent gasp that who was sitting right beside her.
Harry.
Ginny then turned and smiled at Dean as he raised his fork and asked her to open the mouth. They were taking advantage when most of the teachers had got up after eating their lunch. Ginny giggled as she accepted the bite.
Hermione abruptly turned to Harry, concerned and little wary to find the distress on Harry's face.
Only there wasn't any. Nope. Nada. Zilch.
He was busy eating his food, sipping on the pumpkin juice. Maybe he is in denial or… it just hadn't sunk in?
"Hey Harry…?" Hermione asked hesitantly. Harry looked over at Hermione and smiled, he gazed… everywhere over her face, like seeing her for the very first time. She bit her lip nervously, his eyes darting to them as his gaze darkened and regarded Hermione intensely, all lightness gone. Hermione let go of her lip and ran a hand through her hair as she looked away. She blushed furiously. What's with him? They weren't in snogging classes!
"What Hermione?" Harry asked in calm voice. Hermione frowned and peeked a glance at him; he looked totally at ease as he took a bite from his plate. Hermione gazed at Harry for a second and looked back at the scene in front of them, where Dean held a piece of his food between his teeth and Ginny ripped a piece from his mouth and grinned mischievously. Hermione fought the urge to throttle Ginny, did she had to do this in front of Harry? Bloody hell!
She looked back at Harry in worry, afraid that he will…
But he was smiling at the couple and shook his head. He continued with his food.
Is he still in strong denial?
"Harry… them… they are… and you are… but they are…" Hermione furtively pointed at them and Harry, who was looking at her in amusement.
"Never thought that I would see a day when Hermione Jean Granger wouldn't know what to say," Harry rubbed his chin mockingly, looking as if he was in a deep thought.
"Harry! Doesn't it irritate you?!" Hermione asked furiously, a stray curl floating over her face as she tried to blew it like always, but it landed back on her face. She ignored it and pointed at the now kissing couples. Harry looked at them and then looked at Hermione rather intensely, his eyes traveling to her curl. He frowned, his emerald eyes shining with something which made Hermione's hair at the back of her neck raise.
Harry leaned a bit towards Hermione, his fingers ghosting over her cheek, just barely caressing the skin on her face as he tucked the curl slowly behind her ear.
"Do you want it irritate me?" Harry asked seriously, trapping Hermione's eyes with his emerald orbs. Hermione found herself unable to look away and gasped a little. Harry smirked.
"It seems not," Harry's smirk turned into a lopsided grin as he got up and walked out of the Great Hall.
…
…
That… that… ARSE!
He was just teasing her! The nerve of him! He was using her techniques on her?!
Oh you threw the gauntlet Potter; I might as well pick it up.
Again that straw sucking noise came in front of her and Hermione turned to Ginny, disgusted.
"Like brother, like sister," Hermione said with a disgusted smirk and got up quickly and heard an indignant 'hey!' from Ginny's direction. Hermione just waved her hand with her turned back.
Just you see Potter. Just you see.
"Hey Hermione… Are you alright?" Ron asked hesitantly as Hermione leaned back the sofa and rubbed her temples. Hermione groaned.
"No I am not alright Ron. Would you like to give me a massage?" Hermione bit out rather sarcastically. She turned to look at Ron who just glared at her for a moment and then sighed.
"Do you want some?" Ron asked tentatively.
"What? You will give me one?" Hermione got up abruptly and looked at Ron curiously. Ron blushed and nodded. Between Harry's absurd behavior and her intense study today, she felt she deserved a break. And Ron looked so sweet there, so why not accept a massage.
Ron got up and walked behind Hermione, his hand momentarily hovering over her temples, assessing how to approach a massage. Especially as she was a girl and rather soft and… delicate. He realized that spending his time with Lavender, who taught him how to touch a girl. They were so fragile-
"Ron? Changed your mind?" Hermione asked as she tilted her head and looked Ron's face, parallel to hers. Ron looked at those rosy lips; oh they were devoid of those greasy lip glosses Lavender often wore-
"Ron! If you have changed your mind then I am leaving." Hermione glared at him and tried to get up, expecting a good massage and didn't getting one irk her. She felt strong hands pushing her rather forcefully on the sofa.
"Oh!" Hermione squeaked at those strong hands grasping her shoulders rather tightly. Ron let go of her shoulders as if it singed him.
"Sorry! Did I hurt you?!" Ron asked in panic. Hermione looked at him strangely, her eyebrows rose as she rubbed her shoulders. Ouch, they hurt for sure; his grip is very strong…
"I am fine Ron. So giving me a massage?" Hermione asked. Ron nodded, his eyes still held concern. Hermione turned again and leaned on the sofa and closed her eyes.
"Your girlfriend won't say anything?" Hermione mumbled as Ron started his ministrations slowly, carefully applying necessary pressure. She heard the Portrait door open as someone climbed in.
"No, I told her I would plan our date tomorrow, I just wanted to ask… how to impress her," Ron mumbled hesitantly as he deepened the pressure lightly.
"Hello… what are you doing?" A voice which sounded like Harry asked. Hermione opened her eyes as she saw Harry scowling at Ron, who didn't notice as he was carefully massaging Hermione's temples.
"He is just giving me a massage," Hermione said softly. It was actually starting to feel good as Ron was increasing the pressure.
"Oh." Was all Harry said as he plopped down on another sofa.
"So what did you plan for your date Ron?" Hermione asked as she softly hummed her favorite muggle song.
"Um… well, I would take her for a good walk, and then take her to Madam Puddifoot's after that, we'll have a good snog in a broom closet like always-" Ron said thoughtfully, shuddering at the mention of Puddifoot's and getting excited at the mention of snog that he accidentally deepened the pressure. Hermione moaned. Ron stopped in terror and stared at Hermione like she had just turned to his Mum.
"Don't stop, please keep going…" Hermione groaned in pleasure as Ron applied the same amount of pressure as he applied before. Hermione leaned her head closed to Ron.
"Oh… just right there Ron! It feels so… good," Hermione gasped and leaned more, closing her eyes in relief and pleasure. She didn't know Ron was such a good massager. Maybe she should get all her massages from him…
"O-Oh, r-rig-ht… H-Hermi-ione, as y-you w-wish," Ron stuttered and croaked at Hermione expression and pleas. She looked so… delectable.
Ron gulped.
Harry looked expressionless at both of them, his burning emerald eyes meeting Hermione's peaceful chocolate brown, glinting with what she could only interpret as annoyance and hurt. Before she could open her mouth and asked something, Ron applied that amazing pressure again.
Hermione stretched and moaned as her joints popped. Forgetting about Harry's expression as he turned away and continued with his homework, their eyes no longer meeting, Hermione hummed in pleasure. After minutes when she felt refreshed and better, she placed her hand on Ron's.
"Thank you Ron. I appreciate it. And about your date, start a little romantically. I think she will like flashy places like Madam Puddifoot's. Also buy a gift for her, a perfume or a box of chocolate will work. A rose and then always give tentative touches on her hand and look at her lovingly. She will melt, guaranteed," Hermione smiled as Ron thought it over.
"Thanks Hermione," Ron nodded and yawned.
"Good night Ron, I know I was rather hard at the Quidditch practice," Harry said as he got up from the table where he was writing his homework and pressed a dot on it, indicating he finished it. He waved his wand and dried the ink. Ron nodded at both of them.
"G'Night Harry, 'Mione," Ron said in a tired voice and walked back to his dorm. Hermione looked at his back worriedly; he looked so tired that she didn't scold him for using a nickname.
"Will he be okay? He sounded very tired…" said Hermione. She looked at Ron's back when stretched him arms wide.
"He will be, don't worry. You know the usual, Snape, snogging and Quidditch just tires him out." Harry and Hermione shared a smirk.
"You, by the way, don't look that good either," Harry said as he looked at her once. Hermione sighed and pulled out her shoes.
"My feet hurt from walking too much," Hermione groaned as she pulled her legs and let them rest on the leftover space on the sofa where she sat.
"Want a massage?" Harry asked.
She looked at him wide eyed.
"You will?" Hermione questioned back. Harry nodded.
"I will. C'mon, scoot over a little," Harry stuffed his essay inside his bag and walked to the sofa where Hermione was lying down. He sat beside her and looked her in the eyes and smiled. He gently grabbed her leg and placed it on his lap. Hermione jerked, all the pain forgotten as she was so aware that her leg was lying on Harry's lap. She straightened her back.
"May I?" Harry asked, pointing at her socks. Hermione nodded, finding that she unable to speak.
Harry slowly pulled down her socks, letting it glide over her ivory skin, marveling at the clearness of her smooth milky skin. He raised her ankle and pulled it out from her foot till her toe, finding her nails painted in red. Harry raised his eyebrows at Hermione, who blushed.
"Parvati requested to paint it, couldn't quite say no," Hermione explained hastily as she turned and looked away exposing Harry of her delicate white neck. He gulped as he pulled off her other sock. Her toes were painted impeccably in siren red paint as she curled them. How would they look when she wrapped them around his naked back-?
Harry shook his head and took one of her leg. He pressed them a little, applying slightest of a pressure on the area joining her foot and leg. He pressed on more and continued traveling to her leg and then came back. He pressed and squeezed on her tense muscles and then-
Hermione threw her head back and moaned. Oh that felt terribly good.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked as he took her other leg, doing it more gently. Hermione looked at him and moaned when he again rubbed the right spot.
"Yeah, like that Harry. Just apply pressure like you did with my other leg," Hermione gasped as her toes curled in pleasure. Forget Ron, Harry was so much better than him.
"Oh god, Harry, don't stop…" Hermione moaned as he applied right pressure at a point which made her arch her back.
Harry just gaped at the writhing image of Hermione in front of him and shook his head Again, what made him do his? Yeah Ron Weasley. Now he understood how the poor bloke must have felt. Should he tell her or just enjoy it?
The pervert monster which is quite embedded in every male squirmed in pleasure and gave a villainous laughter.
Oh just enjoy it Potter…
He continued for a few minutes, ignoring Hermione's moans and groans and concentrated on the wand movement on the new spell he learned in the DADA class.
It worked as after few minutes, which felt like hours to Harry, Hermione placed a hand on his and stopped him.
"Thanks Harry. I loved it. I feel sleepy, good night," Hermione smiled at him and pulled on her socks and stuffed on her shoes. Giving a last smile she walked upstairs and changed to her PJs, throwing herself on the bed for a good, sweet eight hours sleep.
Not much I know, but do you sense the change in Harry?
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