Chapter Thirteen:
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all sitting on the couch in the common room talking the evening after the second task.
"Well, I'm exhausted," Ron said as the time approached ten o'clock. He stood up and took a few steps towards the door. "I don't think my body got much rest under Dumbledore's enchantment. We basically didn't sleep last night."
"Yeah, I agree, I'm tired," Harry said, also standing. "Good night, Hermione.
Hermione stood too and gave them each a hug, just as she does every night before they go to sleep. Hermione also occasionally gave Harry a kiss on the cheek, though never in front of Ron, so she did not do so tonight.
"Harry, Ron… there's something I need to tell you both before you go. I've been trying to find the words to tell you all afternoon but the time wasn't quite right…" Hermione said, twirling a lock of her curly hair nervously.
"What's up, Hermione?" Ron said, looking worried.
"When I woke up today and you two weren't there to greet me I got really, really worried… scared even. And then I found out you were both under the lake. The judges told us your champions only had an hour to save you. I thought there was a chance I'd lose you both forever. I was terrified.
"So, what I've wanted to say all day is this… I… I need you to know that I love you. I love you both so much and I don't know what I would do without you. You're the most important people in my life."
Hermione then dove into Ron's arms for an emotionally charged hug. Not knowing what to say or do, Ron just patted her on the back awkwardly. She then pulled away and hugged Harry as well. Harry had a bit better reaction time and gave her a strong hug in response.
"I love you too, Mione," Harry responded, slipping up and using his intimate nickname for her. Ron raised an eyebrow at the nickname but didn't comment.
"Mione? That's cute. Can I call you that too?" Ron laughed.
"I, er… yes, of course you can, Ron," Hermione blushed pulling away from Harry.
"Well then, Mione, I love you guys too," Ron said. "I'm closer to you two than I am to my family. If that's not love I don't know what it is."
"Can we… can we start saying that we love each other from time to time?" Hermione asked, her gaze aimed at her shoes in embarrassment.
"I'm alright with that," Ron replied immediately. "You two are my best friends. Why shouldn't I tell you I love you."
"Thanks, Ron. I love you too," Harry said with his lopsided grin now plastered on his face. "You two mean the world to me."
"Yeah, mate… no problem…" Ron said. After an awkward pause, Harry spread his arms. Ron rolled his eyes before stepping into them for a warm hug.
Hermione was beaming seeing them both displaying affection in a way she'd never seen them do before with each other. She gave herself a mental pat on the back for being the reason for it.
"Right," Hermione said, finally regaining her composure. "Thanks boys. I… well… good night then." And she scampered off up the stairs to her room without looking back.
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In April, Gryffindor flattened Hufflepuff in quidditch putting them firmly on the lead for the Quidditch Cup. Durmstrang was in a close second place. The last match of the season was Gryffindor versus Durmstrang and it was scheduled to take place two weeks before the last task of the tournament. Angelina had Harry and Ginny training every day.
"Krum is a menace with his beater's bat," Angelina lectures towards the end of practice one day. "He tends to launch delayed attacks at the keeper during scoring drives. You'll have to keep on your toes, Harry. Don't expect him to hold back just cuz he's friends with your mate, Ron. He won't. Same goes to you, Ginny. He knows you're Ron's sister. He might think you'll have your guard down because Ron wouldn't want him attacking you. Don't fall for it!"
Ginny and Harry exchanged serious looks. They knew Angelina was right. All season, teams were coming out of their matches against Durmstrang with more injuries than they did against even Slytherin. And to top it all off, Durmstrang rarely fouled. They were more controlled and focused than Slytherin. Their attacks were more calculated. The injuries they dealt out were almost always legal. This was all due most to Victor's aggressive play style.
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Hermione often reminded Harry how thankful she was for the time she spent sequestered away in their secret room, especially Secret Monday. They'd started a routine where Secret Monday was the day they set aside to take the fuzzing dizzies potion for stress mitigation. They would take the potion at noon and spend six hours holding hands, cuddling, napping, or masturbating together. Time before lunch and after dinner was still devoted to studying.
The day was Secret Friday. As Harry entered the secret room he noticed Hermione's shoes near the door so he knew she'd arrived before him.
From the doorway Harry could see there was a roaring fire in the hearth. He could also see the bathroom door and the back of the couch but couldn't see much else from the entryway alcove.
"Good morning, Mione!" he called, kicking off his shoes before taking off his outer robe and hanging it beside hers.
"Good morning, Sir," she responded from just out of sight. This response perplexed him. She only called him Sir when they'd taken the potion… well, there was that time with Fleur…
As Harry stepped into the room proper, he noticed various aspects of Hermione's school uniform strewn about the floor. They always changed out of their school uniform to dress in comfortable clothes on their secret days, but Hermione always folded her uniform and placed it in the bedroom.
Harry worked on the buttons in his shirt and headed towards the bedroom himself with the intent of changing into something more comfortable. In the process he came around to the front of the couch.
"Hermione, why have you left your uniform all over the… woah! Hermione, what are you doing?"
Hermione was kneeling between the couch and the fireplace wearing only her bra, panties, and a pair of long white thigh high socks. A textbook was open on the coffee table nearby and it looked to Harry as if she had been studying despite not being dressed.
"Please, Sir, have a seat. I can explain. Please don't be mad," she begged.
"I'm not mad, Mione, just confused," he said, unable to take his eyes off of her mostly naked form. "It's just… it's not Monday. Have you made an extra potion this week?"
"No, Sir, I haven't made another potion but I have been thinking. We know that fuzzing fizzies doesn't make people do things they don't already want to do, right? It just takes away your inhibitions and allows you to behave the way you truly want to behave, right?"
"Er… yes, that's right," Harry said hesitantly. He had sat at the end of the couch but Hermione smiled and patted the seat cushion in front of her. Cautiously, Harry slid over to the middle of the couch. Hermione briefly ran a hand down each of his shins and looked up at him with a contented, submissive smile.
"Harry, I've realized that I want to submit… sexually… to you."
"What, like… every day? All the time? Not just on Mondays?"
Hermione nodded eagerly. "Harry, I think about it all the time. I think about you touching me. I think about you telling me what to do to you. I just… I just want it so badly. I'm ready for intercourse…if you want that, that is…"
Harry's mind was racing. He'd long fantasized about taking his dynamic with Hermione further but never had the courage to try it without the potion in him.
"I accept. Are you ready for the rules?" Harry said with a mischievous grin.
Hermione bit her lip trying to conceal a smile and utterly failing at it. This encounter was going much better than she thought it would go. "Yes, Sir. I'm ready for your rules."
"The first rule is easy enough," Harry said. "You will do whatever I say whenever I say it without hesitation. That seems to be the basis of a dynamic, right?"
Hermione bit her lip. "Y…yes, Sir," she replied nervously.
"Okay, Mione, what's rule number two?" Harry said.
"What? Me? You want me to make a rule?" Hermione said, sounding confused. "B…but you're in charge, Harry, not me."
"I don't ever want to push your boundaries or make you do something you're uncomfortable with. Give me a rule so I know what not to do… or give yourself a rule if you want. I feel like in a healthy dynamic, the sub has just as much control of the situation as the dom."
"Actually, I want to change rule one," Harry continued. "I didn't word it very well. You will do whatever I say whenever I say it without hesitation so long as it's something you're comfortable with. And if I ever tell you to do something you aren't comfortable with, I want you to tell me you aren't comfortable with that."
"Okay!" Hermione smiled, feeling much more relaxed. "Okay, here's my rule… Nothing in public. When we are around people we're just friends, okay? This dynamic is private time only, okay?"
"That's a great rule, Mione, good job… Hey, get off the floor please. Come sit up here with me."
"Thank you, Sir," Hermione smiled as she finally got up and playfully sat directly on his lap. This made Harry laugh and he couldn't help but kiss her. He'd aimed for a kiss on the cheek but Hermione turned to meet his lips with hers.
It took Harry a moment to realize how hungry Hermione was for him at the moment. Her tongue was dancing along his lips begging for entrance. He soon obliged and also groped her breast over her bra causing Hermione to let out a moan.
"Alright, next rule," Harry said, pulling away from the kiss. Hermione pouted. She wanted more.
"Okay, what is your next rule, Sir," Hermione cooed, resting her head on his chest now."
Harry drew circles on her back. "The next rule is no cumming without permission."
"Ever?" Hermione said, pulling away so she could meet his eyes and make proper eye contact. Confusion and concern was written on her face. "What if you're not around and I want to masturbate?"
"Then you come find me," Harry replied with a smirk. "You will masturbate in front of me for my gratification or you will allow me to bring you to orgasm… or you just break the rules I guess. I guess I should decide the consequences of that, shouldn't I?"
"What… what happens if I break the rules?" Hermione said nervously. "Would you… would you punish me somehow? I know dynamics normally have punishments if the rules aren't followed, but I don't know if I'll be okay with any of that. You told me not to let you do anything I don't want so I'm telling you right now you're not bending me over your knees and spanking me."
"I can think of plenty of punishments that don't involve pain. I could never hurt you. I'll never spank or choke you unless you ask for it. No, for a punishment I was thinking I'd make you beg me just to touch you or make you kneel in front of me for a while. Oh, and I supposed I'd call you a bad girl instead of a good girl for a while…"
"You make punishment sound fun," she giggled.
"I want this to be sexy and fun," Harry smiled. "I actually want you to break the rules occasionally to be honest."
"Okay, my turn for a rule," Hermione said as she traced circles on his half exposed chest. Harry had only unbuttoned his uniform half way. "We should pay attention to when we use titles and nicknames. If I call you Sir it means I want to be submissive… but if I call you Harry, I don't want to right now. If you call me Mione or good girl or something, you want to dom me. But if you call me Hermione, I'll know you're not in the mood.
"That's good. That seems like a good way to communicate our mood without spoiling the mood," Harry said. "Just one problem. I was kind of thinking about calling you Mione all of the time. Ron calls you that now sometimes too.
"Please only call me that when we're alone or with Ron… and maybe Ginny or Fred and George or other close friends. It wouldn't want you calling me that in front of Seamus or Lavender or anyone I'm not close to."
"Got it," Harry smiled. "That's all the rules I have for now. Do you have any more?"
"Yes, just one more," Hermione said. "No means no. I'm not interested in roleplaying where 'no' means 'maybe' or 'make me' or anything."
"Got it," he said. "So, I guess we start now?"
"I've already started, Sir," Hermione giggled.
Harry looked her up and down and began running his hands up and down her body. Harry chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you have, haven't you. Well, in that case, I'll get started too."
Harry unclasped her bra. Hermione grinned mischievously as she slid it off. Harry then stood. Due to the angle at which she had been sitting on his lap, he seamlessly picked her up bridal style. "Oh goodness, Sir! Where are you taking me?
Harry didn't answer. Instead he simply carried her to the bed and sweet her down gently. "I want you to read me the assigned reading for Charms," he said smugly, handing her her textbook which has been sitting on the bedside table. Hermione looked disappointed.
"I… okay. I guess if you can order me around you can make me read to you. I just thought- Eeeep!" Hermione squeaked as Harry grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs swiftly.
Harry was on his knees. He'd positioned himself directly in front of her. "You are not to stop reading until I say so or the chapter ends, no matter what happens. Understand?" Harry ordered, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs.
Hermione nodded. She began to read aloud as Harry ran his hands all over her body. She shuddered and shivered occasionally but continued to read as instructed. After a few minutes of teasing, Harry began to massage her labia and play with her clit. Hermione gasped when he leaned in and spit on her clit. He rubbed the saliva up and down her slit before sliding his middle finger inside.
Hermione moaned after every sentence. Her comprehension of the chapter began to wane as her pleasure grew and grew. She actually forgot to read when he started to lick her. All the could manage was moans.
"Did I tell you to stop, Mione?" Harry said, ceasing all stimulation.
"Oh! No, Sir. Sorry, Sir!" she said before hastily continuing. A monitor later however, she had to stop again. Harry, Sir. May I cum, Sir? I'm…I'm going to cum. Please, Sir. Please let me…let me cum."
"Finish the page and you may cum," he growled before continuing his ministrations. Hermione had never read faster. All inflections and intonations had gone out the window as she traced to the end of the page, now moaning uncontrollably every couple words. Once she arrived at the end of her assigned reading she slammed the book shut, set it aside, and grabbed Harry by the hair with both hands.
"I'm cumming, Sir. I'm cumming for you! You're making me cum!" she squealed as she allowed her climax to overtake her. Harry continued to kick and suck on her clit as she writhed beneath him. After what felt like a full minute, her body came down from its high and Harry stopped.
"Good girl," Harry smiled getting off of the bed. "Now hand me the book and get on your knees." Hermione completed immediately. He didn't need to order her to take his cock out. She was already on it. Once she's done so, Harry quickly thrusted his cock into her mouth for the first time.
"Get to work. And listen," he ordered before taking over their reading assignment and reading it aloud to her. He stated at the beginning of the page Hermione had speed through and did his best to read loudly and clearly. Hermione sucked and bonded her head on his cock like she was an expert despite this being something completely new for her.
She obediently served him for several minutes as Harry finished the last three pages of the chapter they'd been assigned to read for their a Charms class. Once he'd finished, he closed the book and set it back on the nightstand.
"Rise and get on the bed on your back," he ordered.
"Yes, Sir," Hermione said before doing so as far as she could manage.
"Having fun, Darling?" Harry smiled climbing on top of her.
"Best study session of my life, Sir," she smiled.
"I'm going to shag you now, Mione. Are you ready?"
"I'm on the potion. You can finish inside me, Sir. I'm ready," Hermione said, biting her lip.
Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled. "I mean emotionally, Mi," he said, trying out an ever shorter version of 'Mione'. He liked how it sounded.
"I trust you, Harry. I want this. I'm ready, Sir," she said. Her voice was dripping with longing and lust.
Slow and steady, Harry guiding his cock into her, stretching her walls to their maximum. "Call me 'Mi' again, Harry. I loved it. I've never had that nickname before. That one can be just for you."
"I love you, Mi," Harry said once he was all the way inside. He froze. Their eyes met. He wasn't even sure why he'd said it. But he knew he meant it, and Hermione could see in his eyes that he meant it.
It wasn't like it was the first time he'd told her he loved her. But in the current context, it had a much more profound meaning.
"I… I love you too, Harry," Hermione said, a tear falling down her face. Harry prayed it was a tear of joy and not of pain. He knew a girl's first time could hurt quite a bit.
He wiped it away with his thumb before kissing her. "I'm going to start moving," he said.
"Please," Hermione begged. Slow and sensual, Harry found a rhythm and began to thrust. He was already very close from her oral activities but he held on as long as he could.
"You're such a good girl for me, Mi," Harry whispered.
"Thank you, Sir," she whispered back. "You feel so good, Sir. Harry… I… may I cum? I think I'm going to cum again."
"Oh thank the gods, I didn't think I could hold out any longer. Cum, Mione. Cum with me. I'm cumming too. Fuuuuck!" Harry spilled his load just as Hermione began to tighten around him.
Harry continued his slow thrusts for nearly another minute as he rode out his orgasm.
"I… no more! No more, it's too much!" Hermione said suddenly. Harry pulled out quickly and Hermione whimpered.
"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? Are you okay? What did I do?" Harry said, speaking rapidly trying to find out what he'd done to make her beg him to stop.
"You didn't do anything wrong, Harry. It was amazing. You were perfect! It's just, I got overstimulated.
"Oh," Harry said, feeling relieved. "I, uh… good. er, I mean sorry… I mean-"
Hermione put a finger over his lips. "It was perfect. Now hold me. Please." Harry obliged and Hermione fell asleep in his arms.