Chapter Nine:
The next morning Harry was eager to get to the secret room. He needed Hermione's advice.
"Hermione, I've thought it through, and I think Fleur likes me," he said after explaining the incident from the previous day. Harry and Hermione were lounging on the couch in the secret room, their homework and projects were simply set aside for now. Harry was so far ahead in all his classes that he could easily put off all his work until the following Monday and still be fine.
"Yes, well, based on that story, it would seem so," Hermione agreed. "I thought you said the two of you were just friends?"
"That's all she's ever been to me, yeah, but we haven't talked about it specifically," Harry said. "She calls me a little boy for Merlin's sake. That's not something you call a guy you like. Well, wait… she did call me a little man when I saw her after the dragon task."
"She could have fallen for you recently," Hermione said. "So, she gave you a new nickname. Has anything else changed between the two of you recently?"
"Just that dumb fucking article that Skeeter idiot put in the Sunday paper," Harry laughed.
"Oh, yeah, the one about how you're in love with both me and Fleur?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You'd think she had better things to write about," Harry said. "She could have written more about the tasks, like about how veelas can put dragons to sleep for example. I didn't even know that was possible!"
"Oh, that was a Veela ability?" Hermione said, sounding stunned. "I was wondering how she did it. If she ever speaks to you again, Harry, you need to find out more about that veela spell and tell me about it."
"Actually, she already told me how it works," Harry said. "You heard the incantation at the task. But to get it to work, the caster has to channel a strong memory… like a patronus…. Hey, wait a minute. She told me I was her strong memory."
"Oh, Harry, and you didn't realize she was falling for you when she told you that?" Hermione said.
"Pomphrey threw me and Tina out of the tent a second afterwards and I forgot all about it!" Harry said defensively.
"Well, you need to have a talk with her about your feelings like you did with Ginny," Hermione said sagely. "You probably need to do that with Daphne too. This is what happens when you go around snogging a bunch of girls, Harry."
"Yeah, guess so," Harry said sheepishly. "But actually Daphne and I did speak about it just before Fleur found us. She's just having fun with me. Daphne and I are on the same page."
"Speaking of platonic snogging partners, Harry, are you sure you want to take this potion today?" Hermione said, gesturing towards the two bottles of fuzzy fizzies she'd prepared. "We can do it another time."
"No, Hermione, I'm sure," Harry began. "I really enjoy when we cuddle and I could really use the stress relief that potion provides. If it's half as relaxing as you described then it's exactly what I need right now. This thing with Fluer has me stressed."
"Remember, we'll only feel relaxed if we are touching. We can only separate for five minutes or so before you'll start to feel depressed instead of relaxed," Hermione reminded him.
"Trust me, I remember," Harry said. "You were a mess that first time before I started holding you. Ready when you are," Harry said, picking up his potion that contained a bit of Hermione's hair.
"If we do anything weird we agree to laugh about it later, right? Hermione said, suddenly sounding hesitant.
"Afraid we're gonna snog the whole six hours?" Harry joked.
"Obviously," Hermione blushed.
"Whatever happens we're friends and we'll get past it… not that I reckon I'll be embarrassed or regret anything we might do.," Harry said kindly.
"Thank you, Harry," Hermione smiled.
Hermione nodded and picked up the other bottle. They gulped down their potions and Hermione collected Harry's bottle.
The potion was nearly instant. Harry took Hermione's hand in his without even thinking about it. He felt an overwhelming sense of calm and contentment and his skin tingled where he was touching her. All his inhibitions had melted away.
"Hey, Hermione," Harry said, pulling her attention away from the book she was intending to read. "You mentioned platonic snogging partners… great phrase for it by the way, Daph and I couldn't come up with a word or phrase to describe our relationship… is that what we are as well? We're friends that snog, yeah? Nothing more, right? I want to make sure you aren't falling for me."
"Harry, now's not the time to be asking me that, we've just taken love potions!" Hermione giggled. "Right now I'm imagining marrying you and having your babies. Ask me again when we're sober."
"Merlin, Hermione, don't say things like that," Harry said. "Now you've got me thinking about the act required for making babies with you."
"You knew the potion might do that, Harry, we talked about how it would make you crave me," Hermione giggled again. Since when is she a giggle girl? Harry wondered. That must be the potion as well.
"You were right about it feeling relaxing," Harry said. "I'm on top of the fucking moon. Like, I'm still aware I've hurt Fleur and I will need to talk to her, but I'm not freaking out anymore."
"Good," Hermione said, petting his hand absentmindedly. "Give her some time to cool off and then tell her how you feel. If this is the end of your relationship with her, that's her loss for not respecting your feelings."
"Thanks, Hermione," Harry smiled.
"Harry, could we, er… practice snogging some more?" Hermione asked suddenly.
"I don't think I could possibly say no at the moment," Harry said. "That's very devious of you to drug me up before asking," Harry laughed.
"Shut up, Harry, that's not what's happening and you know it," Hermione said, smacking him on the shoulder. "It's just, I expect my date for the ball will likely expect a bit of snogging and I want to get a bit more practice in."
"You don't have to ask me twice," Harry said. Hermione let out a squeak of excitement as Harry suddenly pulled her onto his lap. Pulling her body into his he first planted a gentle kiss on her lips before slowly opening his lips and running his tongue across the inside of her top lip.
"Oh, Harry," she moaned, opening her mouth wide and surrendering to his whims. Much to her delight his tongue began to explore her mouth slowly and sensually.
Feeling daring Harry turned towards the couch, pushed her down, and got on top of her. Though she was thoroughly pinned in place he was careful not to put too much pressure on any part of her body
"Heavens!" Hermione peeped between kisses. "Harry, are we having sex?" She asked, her eyes looking hopeful. "Okay, okay, let's do it," she added before waiting for an answer. "I know the contraception charm. I don't know what I'm doing so please be gentle," Hermione rambled.
"Is that the potion talking?" Harry laughed. "I wasn't planning on shagging you, though now it's all I can think of. Regardless, no, I'm not comfortable with that with you… not for now."
"Okay, Harry, hear me out, this is me talking and not the potion, I promise, okay?" Hermione began. "And I know it's me because I've been thinking about it since our first snog. I've just been too nervous to ask. The potion is making me confident but it's not making me do something I don't want."
"Alright, Hermione, out with it," Harry laughed. "What's on your mind?"
"Will you, oh gods… Harry, will you finger me? Please?" Harry was gobsmacked. He hesitated. "It's just I don't even know how to masturbate and I thought maybe you knew more than I did. There aren't any books about masturbating. Ginny kind of implied that you knew how to finger a girl when we were talking the other day… and she said something about your tongue as well but I didn't really understand…" Hermione trailed off nervously.
"Okay, just so I'm sure I understand," Harry grinned. "You want me to give you an orgasm because you don't know how to do it yourself."
"There's no one I trust more to show me how to masturbate than you, Harry," Hermione begged.
"I'll do it, but don't get mad if things get weird after the potion's worn off," Harry warned, backing off and getting on his knees to unbutton his shirt.
"I don't think it will be weird for me," Hermione whispered. "Fuzzy fizzies doesn't make you do things you didn't already want. I already wanted you to finger me, Harry. Right now, I am absolutely aching for you to touch me… down there…"
"Shirt off," Harry ordered, removing his own shirt as he spoke. "If we're doing this I'm playing with your breasts as well."
"Yes, Sir," Hermione whispered as she complied.
Harry made a herculean effort not to laugh at her comment. It had been damn sexy… just out of character and unexpected.
"Sir?" he grinned.
"Sorry, it's from the book Ginny lent me over the summer," Hermione replied. "Can we blame the potion? It won't happen again."
"No, the way you blushed when you called me Sir was enchanting, Hermione," Harry said. "Say it again.
"I… er… do you want my bra off as well… Sir?" she said timidly.
"Yes, take your bra off for me and then lie back down. I'll remove more of your clothes when the time comes."
Hermione disrobed from the waist up quickly. When she laid back down, she was instinctively covering her breasts with her arms.
Harry got back above her and kissed her firmly. "Show me," he demanded. "Show me your breasts. Put your hands behind your head. Now," he added harshly when she didn't comply immediately.
"Y…yes Sir," she peeped.
"Sorry, that was a bit aggressive," Harry said immediately.
"We'll blame the potion," both friends said in unison.
As Hermione complied with Harry's order, Harry shifted so most of his weight was pressed into her pelvis or thighs. With one hand he crossed her wrists and then pinned them in place.
"That's a good girl," he whispered before beginning to kiss her neck. He didn't bite her like he did Daphne. Hermione shuddered and moaned as he kissed her. Harry loved Ginny's reaction to being called a good girl, but Hermione's reaction was tenfold.
He trailed kisses down her neck and stopped at her collarbone. Releasing her wrists he put his weight on his elbow instead. With one swift motion he took one of her nipples into his mouth. At the same time he used the hand he wasn't supporting his weight with to grope her other breast.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione nearly screamed. "That feels so good, Sir! I know the other girls said it felt good, but I really didn't believe it could ever feel like this! Oh, fuck, Harry, you don't know what you're doing to me!"
Harry alternated between sucking and licking her nipple for a minute or so before switching sides and repeating the process.
"I'm so wet for you, Sir," Hermione moaned.
"I'm going to touch you now through your underwear," Harry said, pulling away and sitting on his knees. "You might enjoy playing with your own breasts. Do what I did with my hands. When Ginny told me how she masturbates, she said she spends a lot of time warming herself up playing with her breasts first… so practice that while I do this."
"Okay, Harry," Hermione said, pulling her hands down to her own chest and beginning to play with her own nipples.
"I think you mean 'Yes, Sir'," Harry teased as he trailed his palm along her thigh and up her skirt.
"Yes, of course S…Sir," Hermione quivered as his fingers began to pet her through her panties. "S…sorry, Sir, it w…won't happen again."
"That's my good girl," Harry said, beginning to massage circles around her clitoris through the fabric with his thumb. Internally he was incredibly surprised with himself. Demanding to be called Sir? Calling Hermione his good girl? Where was this coming from? The potion didn't make you do anything you didn't already want to do… so presumably this is what Harry wants in intimate situations.
By now Hermione was bucking her hips onto Harry's fingers. It was time to show her what to do next.
Without stopping the motions of his fingers, Harry got up off the couch and relocated to the floor on his knees. His hand was still up her skirt and his head was in line with her breasts.
"Put your hand between your legs," he whispered.
"Yes, Sir," Hermione responded immediately. Releasing one of her breasts she brought a hand down to where his hand still was. Grabbing her by the wrist, Harry put her hand where his had been.
"Rub circles around your clitoris now," he instructed as he placed his hand over hers. Harry helped her set a steady pace. He used her own hand on her like one might use a sex toy on their partner. Once they'd found their new rhythm, he took her free nipple into his mouth.
"You're so beautiful, 'ermione," Harry praised, his mouth too full to get her whole name out. "I feel like you're close. If you're holding back just try to relax."
"H…Harry, Sir, I'm… I…" Hermione moaned.
"Cum, 'Mione," Harry said, her name muffled even further still as his mouth was still full. "Cum for me, good girl."
"I'm coming for you, Sir!" Hermione squeaked as her whole body first tensed up and then shivered. Some ten seconds later Hermione was panting, a smile plastered across my face. "Did I do good, Sir? I hope watching me has pleased you."
"Yes, Mione," he smiled, repeating her shortened name he'd given her despite not having her breast on his mouth to muffle the first part of her name. He liked the new nickname he'd stumbled into using. "Yes, you did good for me."
"Harry… Sir… can you show me how boys do it? I want to watch you cum now.
"Yes, Mione," he smiled, standing up and taking off the rest of his clothes. His cock was already hard from touching and watching her. "You can watch, Mione… so long as I can do it like this…"
Harry picked one leg up, climbed over her, and straddled her on the couch. He sat in her lap distributing his weight across her hips. His hard cock came to rest on her belly near her navel.
"Oh, yes Sir, please use me for your viewing pleasure as you masturbate above me," Hermione begged.
Harry slowly used his wand hand to stroke his cock as Hermione looked on with lust in her eyes. She played with her breasts as he continued to touch himself. After a minute he added spit to his hand and sped up his pumping.
"Mione, I'm… can I…" Harry said between moans.
"Cum on my chest, Sir," Hermione begged. "Cover me with your semen, I can't wait to see it and feel it."
It didn't take long for Harry to shoot his load all over her. Most of it landed on her left breast and shoulder, though some dribbled along her stomach as well. A bit even landed on her hair over her shoulder.
"Oh my gods, Mione, this stress relief plan you cooked up if fucking brilliant," Harry panted.
"If it pleases you, Sir… I'd like to make myself cum again," Hermione requested. "Or… or you could make me do it… Sir," she cooed.
"Why don't I show you what Ginny was talking about when she mentioned me using my tongue?" Harry responded.
"We should clean you up first," Harry began.
"No. Leave it. I… I like it, Sir," Hermione blushed.
Harry smirked and then crawled backwards until his head could line up with her womanhood. Getting on his elbows, he hoisted Hermione's legs over his shoulders and dove in. Hermione immediately began to moan his name over and over as he attacked her clit with his tongue.
"You can grab my hair," Harry coached. "You can push me down into you or crush me between your thighs a bit. Do whatever you like to me and don't worry about hurting me. I'll be fine."
"Thank you, Sir," Hermione moaned as she grabbed a handful of his hair and began to grind into his face.
"Good girl," Harry smiled. "You're so sensitive, I can tell. You look so beautiful like this, Mione.
"Harry, I'm going to cum," she warned.
"No!" He barked. "Not until I say."
"I… but Sir…" Hermione complained.
"Not until I say," he repeated, redoubling his efforts to keep a steady pace at his ministries.
Hermione's moan became louder and more needy. Harry only made her wait about ten seconds before speaking again. "Okay, now you can cum. Cum for me now, Mione."
Hermione bucked and shook as she reached her peak again. "Oh my gods, Harry! That was amazing! It was so intense. Oh my gods… I… I might fall asleep."
"Close your eyes and don't worry about a thing, okay? I'll clean you up. Hermione did as she was told and fell asleep nearly instantly. Harry retrieved his wand, cleaned his cum off of her with a spell, and then carried her to the bed. She roused only slightly as he transferred her. He then climbed into bed with her and then napped and cuddled the day away.
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