Chapter 8: The Calm Before the Storm

"What are you thinking about?" asked Hermione breathlessly.

Harry took a second to answer, and the only sounds were their breathing and the sloshes of bath water. "You, kind of."

"What about me?" asked Hermione, sliding her pinkie finger against her clitoris.

"Nothing in particular," said Harry, his right shoulder flexing and pumping. "You're right next to me in this bath, after all. Just generally, you being here."

"Naked?" Hermione asked.

"Maybe."

Hermione turned towards him slightly and Harry started, looking at her.

"Isn't this great?" she said.

"Er—yeah," he said. "It's—it's nice."

"That we can have this time together? I feel like we've not spent all that much time alone these few years, just relaxing. Talking. It's very pleasurable, isn't it?"

Harry groaned lightly. "Ah—yes. I guess."

Hermione leaned in a little closer, letting her breast press against Harry's shoulder. "I'm really glad we're so close, Harry."

"Me—me, too." With those words, Harry spasmed, sending tremors against Hermione's breast. She saw his eyes flutter closed as he climaxed under the foam.

"Oh, Harry," she said, and his eyes flew open again. She leaned in closer and planted a kiss on his cheek. She had done this before, many times. But this was the first time she had done it here, during one of their baths. She had also broken the unspoken rule that they were not to face each other. But it was time to raise the stakes.

Harry grinned shakily. "What was that for?"

Hermione studied him darkly, still working rhythmically between her legs as she faced Harry, sitting on her hind legs in the bath. Her breasts were out of the water, but by now that was how she preferred them. She liked the way Harry tried not to look at them too much.

"You know," she said, "I've kissed you on the cheek. Quite a lot. But you've never done the same to me."

Harry's eyebrows went up. "Really. Well, I have to fix that, now."

Hermione grinned and shut her eyes as Harry leaned in and planted a lingering kiss on her cheek. As he did, she felt herself reaching her own climax and worked her fingers steadily, feeling her legs begin to shake. She was also aware that Harry's penis must be somewhere near her midsection, leaning in to her as she was. All it would take was a slight shift—and there it was! The slippery head brushed Hermione's belly and she felt Harry gasp and draw back—but that was all she needed.

Hermione came, moaning, "Harry…"

She could feel Harry's eyes on her as she moaned his name lightly. She opened her eyes and sat back, watching him as he watched her. As was usual, she drew her fingers out of herself, raised them to her mouth and licked them clean.

She was no longer ashamed of this. She and Harry had come too far, done too much. And though they still didn't fully acknowledge what was happening, they weren't stopping any of this from occurring. And maybe that was how they preferred it, right now. It was real, but not quite real enough to be actually said. And it was very, very exciting.

Harry sat back, breathing deeply. The bubbles were slowly subsiding; this had been one of their longest baths yet. In fact, they had been here nearly two hours.

"Time to go?" asked Harry.
"Time to go," said Hermione reluctantly.

Harry nodded in agreement, but there was something in his eyes that told her he wasn't quite finished yet. He stood, and Hermione gasped as his cock lifted free of the water, swinging side to side, still half-erect and very considerable in size and girth. Though she had just come, she felt herself grow flushed and wet again.

"What's the matter?" he asked, biting his lip anxiously.

"Nothing!" gasped Hermione. "You're just… so…"

"So are you," said Harry boldly. "I was actually wondering… we obviously… like seeing each other like this. And as much as I would never want to ruin the friendship, I wondered if you wanted to… explore what's going on? Tonight? My place?"

It was not very Harry-like, thought Hermione, to approach the matter so openly. But as she thought about it, no, it was just like Harry, to rush straight in head-on with as much tact as a mountain troll.

Hermione swallowed her surprise and flashed him her best smile, ever so glad that Madam Pomfrey had fixed her teeth back in fourth year.

"My place," she corrected him. "I can't wait."

Harry stared at her, his breath coming faster. "But the girl's dorm, the slide—"

"There are ways around that," said Hermione, now standing up alongside him. She saw Harry's eyes flicker down past her breasts, her belly, and to her pussy. He lingered there a moment, eyes darkening, then he looked back up. Though his penis had been on the verge of limpening, it began to edge back up to stand at attention, angling hopefully towards Hermione's groin.

"Okay," he said. "We can continue our… conversation… Perhaps do other, er, things. Sound good?"

"Wonderful," said Hermione, getting out of the bath, leaning over to display her ass as she did so. "I can make sure we're not… disturbed…"

The door to the Prefect's Bath swung open, clattering back against the wall.

Harry and Hermione froze, completely naked. Only Hermione dared to look around to see who was there.

Ginny Weasley stared at them, taking in the scene and what appeared to have been happening, and then she let out a peal of high-pitched laughter, doubling over and slapping her knees.

Harry looked at Hermione, and Hermione looked at him, and then they both looked back at Ginny, who appeared to be dying.

"Ginny!" Hermione said, scandalised. "We weren't—this isn't what it—"

But Ginny had tears in her eyes; she wheeled around and left the room, still laughing, shutting the door behind her.

Harry sat down, dripping soapy water onto the tiles. "Well, that's not good."

"No," said Hermione grabbing a towel. "It isn't. But I guess we're even with Ginny, now."

"What is my life?" Harry muttered, his dick now miserably limp and defeated.