Author Note: A little bit of Courtly Love for 4th year. A slight bit naughty but just a show and not touch.
Hermione was talking to Harry in the tent as they waited for him to face the dragon. "Harry you know the knights of old used to go into battle carrying a favor of their lady fair."
"Really?" He nervously asked trying to focus on the task ahead of him.
"Yes. It was considered a part of the courtly love and essentially evolved into our modern good luck charms." She said as she kept looking around. Technically she wasn't supposed to be in the tent with him.
"Right. I could use all the luck I can." Harry said with a nervous chuckle.
"I know. So. Uh." Hermione stepped back from him and reached under her skirt. Harry froze as he watched her lift the garment enough for her thumbs to hook the elastic band of her white knickers and begin sliding them downwards. He caught a glimpse of the furry triangle of her mystery before the skirt fell back down hiding that tantalizing part of her.
Holding her plain white knickers she rolled them into a band which she tied around Harry's left arm. "There. I don't have a garter so those will have to do."
Harry looked at her with a wonder in his eyes, "Uh thank you."
She leaned in and kissed him on the lips briefly. When she pulled back she whispered, "When you get back I'll let you put them back on me if you want."
Harry nodded incredulous, the dragon totally forgotten for the moment.
She quickly ran through the gap in the back of the tent as they heard someone coming.
…...
Standing before the growling and hissing dragon Harry reached up and touched the white cloth tied around his arm. He searched the crowd quickly and found her standing near the front of the spectators looking worriedly at him.
With a wave all of his fear and anxiety faded as he focused on defeating this dragon and claiming his reward. He had read and heard enough tales of the knights of old to know that he would be rewarded for winning.
The cannon sounded and he began to move carefully. He had called his broom as a backup plan but he transfigured a few rocks into animals which the dragon ignored. He even tried talking to it in parseltongue which it ignored. Snakes and dragons apparently not related enough to understand the language.
Pulling a wind up he tossed rocks until he saw his broom come hurtling from the castle to him. Leaping onto it he swooped down then back up taunting and drawing the dragon away from the nest. When she had snapping and biting chased him far enough away he flipped over and swooping downwards grabbed the egg. Tucking it under his arm he raced back to the safety of the finish box.
…...
He was bodily carried off of the field by the Gryffindors and unable to have a moment with Hermione for most of the evening. When everyone had finally finished their celebrations, even after the hideous screeching noise had scared and hurt many, he was sitting quietly in the corner watching Hermione smiling at him.
Once the last Gryffindor had straggled up the stairs she came over. "My brave knight."
Untying the knickers from his arm he knelt before her, "My lady. May I claim my reward."
Hermione gave a nervous giggle as she looked over her shoulder at the stairs but asked, "And what reward would that be."
Harry didn't want to push too much, too quickly, so taking a deep breath he said in as courtly a voice as he could, "To restore these to their place of honor." Shaking her knickers out.
Taking Harry's hands she turned the knickers around so they were facing the proper direction, then with a deep breath she raised her skirt high enough that Harry could see everything, "You may do so good sir. But nothing else." She cautioned him.
Harry took several breathes before he nodded as he studied the sight before him. He had heard Seamus and Ron argue and talk about what a girl looked like but he doubted they had ever seen what he was looking at. The curls and curves. The slight swell of her parts all made his mind shut down for a brief moment.
"Harry?" Hermione's voice seemed to come from a great distance causing Harry to shake his head and return to the moment.
"Yes My lady." He held them low enough for her to place her feet through the leg opening. Trying to keep his hands steady he began to draw the precious undergarment higher. Over her calves, thick and strong from all of the stairs they had to climb daily. Her knees had neat little creases he noticed distractedly as he paused.
With a deep breath he slid the cloth over her curvy thighs bringing it over her triangle of love like a rising tide of white fog. The cloth only hinted at the forest of curls that he had recently seen once it reached its proper height once more.
She took a step back and slowly twirled in place while he still knelt asking, "Is everything covered?"
He looked at the bifurcated hemisphere in front of him and sighed. She had a heart shaped bottom that the robes and uniform worked very hard to hide. "Yes my lady. The perfection is hidden from view."
Letting her skirt fall back into its place she said, "Rise the knight of my heart."
Harry stood in front of her. She stepped forward and threw her arms around him kissed him on the lips slowly and lingeringly before whispering, "My heart belongs to thee my love."
Harry nuzzled her hair as he whispered back, "I am yours forever and always."
Review Responses:
Dennisud: I know. I was thinking about the song Possum Kingdom when this idea came up. One of the troubles with such an established franchise is finding a trope that hasn't been done or finding a way to put your own spin on it.
OfficerDonNZ: True. Trying to find a different take on the vampire trope is kinda problematic. It is kinda low hanging fruit I have to admit so will not be doing this one as a priority although did think of a way to expand on it a bit. Yeah. After 50+ years alive it does happen.