Hermione sat at one of the empty tables in the Great Hall, a book on herbology spread out in front of her. She glanced at her watch, watching the hands tick by. Dinner was in a half-hour, and she hoped she would see Harry there. Ever since she had went in for her little chit-chat with Dumbledore, her and Harry had been nearly inseparable. It had been a lovely month or so, filled with walks through the courtyard, trips to the library, even a few nights where they would sneak off together and star gaze by the Black Lake.
Every day, she thanked her lucky stars that Dumbledore had taken her seriously. She had been so convinced that Harry had fallen for a fellow male at Hogwarts, that it pained her to think about it. Everytime her thoughts wandered down that dark alley, she could practically see Draco Malfoy with his pale skin, his tight little ass, and his perfectly kissable lips. But, luckily enough for Hermione- and the wizarding world, Harry had proved her wrong.
They had started spending nearly all of their free-time together, with one exception- when Harry would vanish with Dumbledore to practice "extra magic lessons."
Hermione blushed as she thought about this month with Harry. With the amount of time they spent together, there had been some recent rumors swirling about. Whispers of Harry being her boyfriend. Some nasty comments by those jealous little Slytherins, namely Pansy Parkinson, but they weren't too hard to ignore.
Hermione flipped a page in her herbology book, trying to focus on the words, but failing miserably. Her mind kept wandering to thoughts of Harry. Those emerald green eyes, and his messy jet-black hair. And, most shameful of all, Hermione thought of his tight little ass. How many times she had caught herself staring at it as they walked around Hogwarts. She would blush and turn away, trying to forget her dirty thoughts. But it was no use, Harry Potter had a nice butt. And, despite the fact that Hermione hated to admit it- she liked looking at it.
Hermione sighed, closing her herbology book, and pushing it aside. She rested her chin on her palm and gazed around the Great Hall, looking for Harry.
Suddenly, she spotted him entering the Great Hall. Hermione smiled, waving him over. Harry waved back, and walked across the hall, taking a seat beside her.
"Hey 'Mione," Harry said, smiling brightly. "How's the studying going?"
Hermione shrugged, returning his smile. " It's okay," she replied. "Just trying to get ahead before exams."
Harry nodded, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms above his head. Hermione's eyes followed his movements, trailing along his robed chest, admiring the way his robes stretched tightly across his toned muscles.
Harry yawned, breaking Hermione out of her trance. She blushed furiously, realizing how closely she had been staring at Harry.
Harry quirked an eyebrow, giving her a curious look. " Something wrong?" he asked.
Hermione shook her head, forcing a smile. "No," she said quickly. "I was just wondering if you wanted to maybe go on a little walk tonight, after dinner?"
Harry grinned widely, nodding enthusiastically. " Sure," he said. "That sounds great!"
Hermione beamed happily, her heart racing at the thought of walking alone with Harry in the moonlight. Maybe, if they got close enough, she might even be able to feel Harry's arm brush up against hers. Just the thought of it made her shiver with pleasure.
The great hall was soon full of students, the bustle of conversation filling the air. Harry and Hermione talked quietly amongst themselves, discussing exams, classes, and even Quidditch. By the time dinner was done and over, Hermione was practically giddy with anticipation.
Together, they left the great hall, and headed out onto the grounds. The cool night air felt good on Hermione's warm skin. They walked slowly, side-by-side. Occasionally their shoulders would brush, sending shivers racing down Hermione's spine.
After awhile, they stopped near the black lake, sitting down on a rock overlooking the water. They sat in silence, enjoying each other's company. Hermione stole a glance at Harry, admiring his handsome face. His skin was smooth and pale, his cheeks flushed by the moonlight. Hermione bit her lip, fighting the urge to reach out and touch Harry's cheek.
Harry turned to look at her, catching Hermione staring. She blushed furiously, quickly averting her gaze.
Harry chuckled softly, reaching out and taking hold of Hermione's hand. " Hey 'Mione," he whispered. "Look at me."
Hermione lifted her head slowly, meeting Harry's intense stare. She felt her breath catch in her throat as he leaned closer, his face inches from hers.
Harry licked his lips, his tongue darting out between his teeth. Hermione whimpered softly, unable to hold herself back anymore. She lunged forward, capturing Harry's mouth in a fierce kiss. Her first kiss.
Harry stiffened at first, surprised by Hermione's sudden movement. But then, he relaxed, wrapping his arms around Hermione and pulling her closer. Their tongues danced together as they explored each other's mouths.
Hermione moaned softly, threading her fingers through Harry's hair. She was suprised by how agile Harry's tongue was, how taleneted he was- he must have been reading some how-to books on the matter! For surely he had been with no girls before, Hermione assured herself.
Their kissing became more passionate, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Harry ran his hands over Hermione's curves, squeezing her ass roughly.
Hermione gasped, breaking the kiss. She stared at Harry in shock, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.
Harry grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. " Sorry," he said. "Got a little carried away there."
Hermione giggled, shaking her head. " It's alright," she replied. "We- we should probably head back now anyways."
Harry nodded, standing up and offering Hermione his hand. She accepted gratefully, allowing Harry to help her to her feet. They walked hand-in-hand back to the castle, stealing glances at one another every so often.
When they finally split to head into their dorms, Hermione left with the feeling that Harry really did care for her. Maybe he wasn't gay after all.
As Hermione crawled into bed that night, she drifted off to sleep with a happy smile on her face.
Meanwhile, Harry lay awake in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. A million different thoughts raced through his head, all centered around the same thing- Hermione.
Harry groaned, rolling over onto his side and burying his face in his pillow. Why did this have to be so complicated? All he wanted to do was spend time with Dumbledore, yet, he had to pretend that he loved Hermione.
Harry sighed heavily, punching his pillow angrily. This sucked. Big time. He was a hormonal teenager and all he could think about was Dumbledore's wrinkly old body.
Harry reached a hand down, below the waist-band of his pajamas, wrapping his fingers around his throbbing length. He imagined what Dumbledore's touch would feel like. Harry had to be quiet in his shared dormitory, lest the other boy's hear him.
Harry closed his eyes, stroking his cock slowly as he pictured Dumbledore. The old wizard's strong arms encircling him, their mouths meeting in a heated kiss, tongues dancing together. Harry bit his lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape his lips when his imagination truly began to run wild, when he could envision Professor Snape joining them in the sheets, the potions master's talented fingers running across Harry's bare skin.
When Harry finally went to sleep that night, it was with a huge smile on his face and sticky sheets.