Immersed, deep in emotion and passion; smiles growing on everyone's face as music serenaded the organized pandemonium inside a large gala room. The scent of cinnamon, fresh fruit and flowers filled the room; as the scents of rich cologne and perfume clashed with one another to create a smell that couldn't be marveled anywhere else in the world. I was dancing passionately with Hermione, our synchronization was not matched in any of the other couples in the room. Our dance, like water, flowing in harmony undisturbed. The feeling couldn't be matched, or attributed to anything I felt being in that moment. Pure and undisturbed passion, love and magic while the stars danced above us in the sky. "I can't believe this is real." I was dazzled by the pictured scene before me.

"It's more real than anything else, Harry, more real than anything else." Hermione affirmed. Yet all the same, I knew this was a dream – I've had dreams like these before. Alas, I wanted to stay in this dream – I was at peace here. With my soulmate, happy and in harmony.

"I don't want this to end." I said softly back to her, her warm, heart-melting smile appeared on her face and I couldn't help but feel dizzy.

"Then let it never end, Harry. If you don't want it to end, it doesn't have to end." she said.

Suddenly, I heard the voice of Hermione again, and a sudden jolt. "Harry! Harry, wake up!" Opening my eyes, being blinded by the shining bright light of the sun; I rubbed my eyes groggily before I started to paw around for my glasses. Eventually, my fingers wrapped around my glasses and I put them on. Everything faded into clarity. Hermione stood right beside my four-poster bed, wearing a red t-shirt with the Gryffindor crest hot-pressed into it. Along with a pale-yellow skirt, that fell just beneath her knees. Her wavy chestnut hair spilling down her front, and down her back. God she was beautiful, absolutely stunning. I thought simply. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander slightly, but then noticed the smirk that adorned her face and threw my eyes to the other side of the room. "I'll give you a moment, Harry, but don't keep me waiting." I heard her teasing, before she walked out of the dorm. You're one to talk, you've got the body that seduces people just by existing! I thought, slightly annoyed. Don't get me wrong, you're beautiful and I love you; but the fact that you're beautiful is the reason why I can't stop my eyes from wandering every once in a while. I thought, trying to justify it to myself. Sliding out of bed, I opened my wardrobe and quickly slipped into a similar outfit. A red polo with the Gryffindor crest embroidered on the right-chest pocket. With pale-yellow trousers, black socks that were shin-height, and a leather belt and polished leather shoes.

Exiting the dormitory with haste, I couldn't wait to be home. That was something new, for a change, I'm actually excited to leave Hogwarts. It was with a little bit of wonder, it's the first time I'm happy to leave Hogwarts – which was the home I fell back onto when I didn't have one to lean on. The Dursleys' certainly weren't the most suitable care-takers. That's an understatement. I laughed softly at the obscenity of my own thoughts. Walking down the staircase leading to the Common Room, I couldn't help but think about how everything was going to change. Peter Pettigrew is in Azkaban, Sirius is free; I'm able to go to a home where I'm accepted and not abused. I have people who love me, and a few of those individuals who want to show me what it means to have a family - or even start a family. I couldn't help but blush after thinking that. It was clear who I was implying. Naturally, Sirius would be absolutely furious. I thought. Would I really care though? I asked myself. No, I really wouldn't. It was well within my emotional rights to do whatsoever I wished romantically.

Truthfully, I'd do anything that all just came naturally. I wouldn't force anything to happen, but I won't force anything to stop either. "I can't wait for the summer, it'll be so much fun at the Chateaux with Harry." I overheard Hermione say, as I arrived at the landing of the Common Room.

"Harry! Sleep well?" Ginny asked, groggily. Seems she just woke up, I wonder why she's tired. I couldn't help but wonder.

"Well enough till Hermione had the mercy to wake me up." I said sarcastically, to everyones' amusement save Hermione, who did smirk slightly.

"If I remember right, you did sneak a quick little–" she began but I made certain to stop her statement.

"That's about all they need to know about that, Hermione." I said, leaving a hint of command in my tone, which she seemed to pick up on. Because she withdrew her attempt to fight back against my comment with blackmail. Thank God I know how they work, if I tried that on Ginny she would've gladly tested those boundaries. I thought. "Alas, we need to get breakfast before we run out of time to get down to the carriages." I said a few moments later. We made our way down to the Great Hall, the castle was surprisingly in harmony – at peace, the clamor of chatter at ease, rather than in pandemonium. What has changed at Hogwarts? I thought I was crazy about this oddity. Hogwarts was never this quiet, except for while the castle slept I suppose.

I could hear the conversation that the others' had been having, but paid no mind to it; I was too overwhelmed with excitement about being able to spend time with Sirius and them over the summer at the Chateaux. I can't wait for it – my first happy summer is on the horizon, just a day away. It's going to be paradise. I thought as we wandered into the Great Hall, noticing Sirius was already seated at our normal table. "Sirius." I called out, I could hear my footsteps quicken – I wrapped my arms around my godfather before he could react. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the Chateaux? Or King's Cross?" I questioned intently.

He chuckled lightly. "You know, you sort of sound like your mother when you question people. Especially me." Sirius said expressively. "I miss her, your mother, she was always a positive influence and tried to seek out optimism at every downturn. It's something that James and I valued during the war; your mother wasn't necessarily a fighter, but she knew how to assist with the mental health of the fighters." Sirius storied. My mother was quite the hero then? I thought. "I remember one time, when your father got injured in the field – that was the first time I've ever seen her so violent. I was terrified, I wouldn't even be in the same room as her for a week."

That's what love will do to people. Love is the death of duty, and yet, duty can be the death of love. I thought to myself conspicuously. "Sirius, I can only wonder – what was it like during the war?"

There was a noticeable change in Sirius's facial expression, it went cold and darkened intensely. His eyes seemed to crackle with a storm of lightning. "It was the purest definition of hell, Harry, I'll tell you that. Imagine carnage in its worst form. Organs spilling over a tract of land, with small creeks of flowing blood over the nearly razed ground. Dead corpses galore, nothing you couldn't even handle at your age." he said darkly. His tone was laced with trauma. I could tell just by the pain in his voice. "I lost a lot of people who meant something to me on those battlefields."

"I'm so sorry that you had to experience that, Sirius." Hermione consoled from beside me. I glanced over at her, giving her a thankful nod.

"Thank you, Hermione," Sirius acknowledged with a nod, his expression softening slightly. "But enough about the past. Today's a day for new beginnings, right?"

He smiled, a genuine warmth returning to his face. The change in mood was palpable, lifting the heaviness from the conversation. Hermione, Ginny, and I shared glances, all feeling the same sense of relief and excitement for the future.

"Right you are," I agreed, eager to shift the focus. "What's for breakfast?"

"Well, let's find out," Sirius said with a chuckle, leading the way to the laden table. The Great Hall was bustling with students, but there was a calmness to it today, a sense of peace and anticipation.

As they sat down, I took in the spread before them. Platters of eggs, bacon, sausages, and toast filled the table, along with bowls of fresh fruit, pastries, and pitchers of pumpkin juice. The scent of cinnamon wafted through the air, mingling with the fresh, sweet aroma of strawberries and the rich, buttery smell of freshly baked croissants.

"Looks amazing," Ginny remarked, reaching for a slice of toast.

Sirius grinned. "Help yourselves. We have a long day ahead of us."

As they began to eat, the conversation turned to lighter topics. Sirius regaled them with amusing stories from his school days, often featuring James and Lily. I listened intently, absorbing every detail, feeling closer to his parents with each tale.

"You know, your mother was quite the potions expert," Sirius said, a twinkle in his eye. "There was this one time she brewed a potion that turned Snape's hair pink for a week."

Hermione laughed, nearly choking on her juice. "I can't imagine Snape with pink hair!"

"Oh, he was livid," Sirius confirmed, his grin widening. "But he never found out who did it. Your mother was clever like that, Harry. Always two steps ahead."

I smiled, feeling a swell of pride. "I wish I could've known them better."

"You're learning about them in the best way possible, through the people who loved them," Hermione said gently.

"Speaking of learning," Ginny interjected, "what exactly do you have planned for us at the Chateaux, Sirius?"

Sirius's eyes lit up. "Ah, the Chateaux. It's going to be magical, quite literally. We've got enchanting grounds to explore, hidden rooms filled with ancient relics, and a library that would make even Hermione lose track of time."

Hermione's eyes widened with interest. "A library?"

"Yes," Sirius laughed. "And there are plenty of outdoor activities as well. We can swim in the ocean or pool, have flying lessons, and in the evenings, we'll have bonfires where we can share stories and maybe even some old family secrets."

Ginny's eyes sparkled with excitement. "It sounds like paradise."

"It will be," Sirius promised. "A summer of freedom and adventure, away from all the troubles of the world. We all deserve that, especially you, Harry."

My heart swelled with gratitude and anticipation. "I can't wait. It's going to be the best summer ever."

Sirius raised his glass of pumpkin juice. "To new beginnings and unforgettable memories."

"To new beginnings," they echoed, clinking their glasses together.

As they finished their breakfast, the Great Hall slowly emptied, students heading off to pack for the journey home. Hermione, Ginny, Sirius and I lingered a bit longer, savoring the moment, the sense of family and belonging filling their hearts.

Finally, Sirius stood up, stretching. "Well, we should get ready to. The Chateaux awaits."

They all got to their feet, gathering their things. As they made their way out of the Great Hall, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and peace. For the first time in his life, I was looking forward to the summer holidays. I had a home to go to, a family to be with, and a future that looked brighter than ever.

As they stepped outside, the sun shining brightly, I felt a warmth inside that I knew wasn't just from the summer heat. It was from the love and friendship that surrounded me, the promise of new adventures, and the knowledge that, no matter what, I wasn't alone anymore.

The path ahead was clear, and with my friends and family by my side I could face anything. The summer at the Black Chateaux was just the beginning. Finding refuge in the slight solitude and light ambience of students chattering softly as they drifted down the castle grounds, I couldn't help but clasp hands with Hermione and Ginny; they mean the world to me, and I don't know what I would do without them by my side in this moment. We slowly began to approach the carriages, I helped both Ginny and Hermione board the carriage before getting in myself – noticing they left a spot between one another, I took a seat in between them. I felt them lean up against me, resting their heads on my shoulder softly. Once Sirius, who'd boarded last, had taken his seat, the carriage rocked slowly as it began to move. The carriages had never been the most adequate traveling method in the Wizarding World, but for the time being, it would have to do.

"Gin, when we get out of the carriage, could you go find us a nice, sizable cabin for us all to fit in?" I asked softly. She nodded softly, smiling softly with her eyelids closed; her cascades of slightly wavy fiery red hair waving loosely with the rocking of the carriage.

"You know that you can purchase an additional cabin for the Hogwarts' Express, right, Harry?" Sirius mentioned. "How do you think that Draco Malfoy is always calm about walking about the train?" He paused, I guess he noticed my shock because he continued. "Well, that's because his father; Lucius, damn him, bought him a cabin… permanently." he paused once again. "It's very simple… in fact, we can get one once we get into Hogsmeade."

"Really?" I heard Hermione ask. "I knew that the Hogwarts' Express had to make money somehow – but also since it's magical, there had to be something… almost odd about it."

"Well, you'd have been correct, Hermione; given magic, they can very quickly make additions to the Hogwarts' Express. It's not like building castles, chateaux, et cetera in the Wizarding World, since it's a minor thing – magic can last for centuries, or even an millenia." Sirius said. "Oh look, we're here." After carefully getting out of the carriage, with the rest of the group. Sirius led us to the small desk booth outside of the train platform. "Hello, Alfred – my godson would like to purchase a cabin or so."

Alfred looked over at me, and back at Sirius again, nodding swiftly. "Of course, Lord Black – Lord Potter, would you care to follow me?" I looked over at Hermione, who nodded in affirmation; then to Ginny, who smiled knowingly. I followed the man into a small office behind the desk… it was cozy enough, having a small fireplace, a few small windows; and a decent chair. "Alright, Lord Potter; let me just go ahead and give you the information pamphlet and order form right quick." The elderly man handed over two documents, I took them and slowly read over them – very carefully.

Custom Cabin Information Pamphlet

Base Price: 100 galleons per empty cabin.

Basic Booth: 5 galleons per.

Intermediate Booth: 10 galleons per.

Luxurious Booth: 20 galleons per.

Restroom Accommodations

Basic (Toilet and Wash-basin): 10 galleons.

Advanced (Toilet, wash-basin and shower): 20 galleons.

Luxurious (Toilet, wash-basin, shower and bath): 50 galleons.

Amenities

Basic Amenity Package – quick food service, snack and drink provided: 50 galleons.

Luxurious Amenity Package – everything that you could imagine: 1000 galleons.

Extra Customizations

Minor Customizations: 500-1000 galleons.

Major Customizations: 1001-2000 galleons.

I turned my attention to the order form, which looked quite detailed but in reality, it was quite plain and simple. I slowly filled it out, being sure that I detailed exactly what I wanted. I ordered three combined cabins; one with a bedroom chamber and a master bath – totalled up to around 750 galleons. The second was dedicated to the other restroom accommodations, a kitchen, et cetera. The total for that cabin was near 2400 galleons; and the last cabin was filled with booths and the luxurious amenity package. Totaled around 2,100 galleons.

Quickly taking my pen from my pocket, I signed the bottom of the form, which would be sent out to Gringotts' to fulfill the payment. In the mean-time, I would have my order fulfilled. I took the key to the cabin complex which was all the way at the end of the train, for convenience's sake. I'd rather only need one key, than three. I walked back to the group, which had taken seats on a bench nearby the desk. They all stood in unison, Hermione and Ginny had quickly walked over and clasped their hands in mine softly. I felt the sense of warmth quickly filling my body, as their silky smooth hands clasped mine.

We strolled down the platform, looking upon many students hastily attempting to board the train while we simply strolled along the side of the train. At long last, we reached near the end of the train, at the beginning of the third to last – I halted. I walked up the steps to the landing of the cabin, and placed the key into the keyhole before turning it and opening the cabin door. I waited, keeping the door ajar for Sirius, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Ron, Fred, George, Daphne, and Astoria. I followed in behind them, before I felt my jaw drop, the accommodations were beyond what I had imagined. The Potter House Crest, sable, a fess ermine between three cinquefoils argent; had been either carved or embroidered onto the furnishing. That intrigued me quite deeply.

I felt the familiar sensation of Hermione's hand clasp mine, though, this time it seemed lighter; more reassuring, rather than possessive and passionate. I looked over at her, and saw her knowing but even so, a reassuring smile. We walked over and took a seat over at one of the booths. A muggle chess board made Hermione smile wide, I glanced at her and she nodded. A chess match against the most brilliant witch of her age is a bold move, but hopefully I'd win. We rolled a dice to decide who'd be on which side, and she chose to be white.

Hermione made her first move, a classic opening that showed she was taking this game seriously. She slid her pawn forward two squares, her eyes already analyzing the board with her usual intensity. I took a deep breath, my own excitement building as I mirrored her move, pushing my pawn forward.

The entire cabin had seemed to disregard the game, and began to chat about the geopolitics of the Wizarding World. "Everyone knows that the recent Wizengamot decisions have been rather controversial. That's why ex-Death Eaters, who never got persecuted and have a spot on the Wizengamot still remain a threat. That would include Lucius Malfoy." Looking over at her, I noticed that her expression left no hint of humor at all.

I noticed Sirius nod, but my attention was drawn back to the game. "Harry, it's your turn." Hermione said delicately. I smirked at her mischievously, she had made a critical mistake and she was about to pay for it. I slid my queen across the board, and smiled – Hermione realized what had just happened. "That's checkmate, Harry. Wow, you're really getting good at chess." I looked out the window and noticed that we had left already.

"Damn, I didn't realize we had left already. Well, I'm already quite thirsty, don't know about you. Want anything, Hermione?" I asked.

"Maybe some pumpkin juice, if we have it." she replied quickly. "Maybe, if it's available – a Bavarian Soft Pretzel?" she added, suggestively. Nodding, I turned to Ginny; who requested a pint of Butterbeer and a pumpkin pasty. I walked through the cabin, into the second cabin, before strolling into the kitchen and pantry area.

Something that I noticed, and definitely did enjoy about my upgrade was that I included the Muggle Kitchen Equipment package; which enchanted muggle objects to function on magic. I took some of the pumpkin meat, and put it into the blender, before blending it down into a thick juice. Pouring that into a goblet, and then placing the goblet onto a platter for Hermione. I looked through the pantry for a Bavarian pretzel, and upon finding it – I put it in the oven, as directed for a few minutes. On the same platter, I put what I wanted – a pint of fire-whiskey, cinnamon-apple porridge with honey and blueberries. On another platter, I put what Ginny had requested; the pint of butterbeer and her pumpkin pasty.

Taking out my wand, I began levitating both platters and guided them into the other cabin. Demonstrating magical prowess, sending one platter to land softly in Ginny's lap while I carried Hermione and mine over to our separate booth. Ginny had chosen to sit with her family because they had to discuss some other family business, which I had no quarrels with. She had invited me, but I decided to leave her family matters private.

I picked up my small tray and sat it on my lap. Picking up my pint, I heard Hermione snap at me. "Harry, what do you think you're doing?" she accused. I looked at her, almost angrily.

"Taking refreshment, what of it?" I snapped back.

"Taking refreshment, hah." she said worriedly. "That's not pumpkin juice or water, Harry, that's fucking fire-whiskey." Woah, she cursed – that doesn't happen often. Either I've pissed her off really bad or she's just really worried. I thought to myself.

"Don't worry about it Hermione, I'll be fine; I just wanted to know what it's like… well before I can't when I'm training over at the manor, or out in public. Sirius is here, just in case something goes wrong." I said, which seemed to slightly reassure her – but I could tell that she was still a bit uneasy.

"Just be careful, Harry, I don't want you to get addicted to stuff like that. It's really unhealthy in large portions and can cause lots of damage in the long term." Hermione explained caringly. I nodded to her, grateful to have such a caring partner in my life. Taking a small sip, I felt the effects of the alcohol begin to course through my body rapidly. The small stinging sensation filled my mouth, though the rest warmed my body.

"Woah." I said in a daze, the world around had suddenly become just a little bit more blurry, yet colorful. Suddenly, I felt the train come to a sudden halt, my body felt like it jolted forward.

"Bloody hell, what're we stopping for – the Hogwarts' Express never stops!" Sirius exclaimed heatedly. "Stay here, whatever you do stay here!" I watched as Sirius opened the door to the cabin before looking around. Even though the world around me was blurry, I could tell that Sirius had instantly been coated in the feeling of fear. "ALL OF YOU TO A DIFFERENT CABIN NOW! ALL OF YOU!"

"What is it, Sirius?!" I called out, as I felt Hermione grasp my hand defensively and help me onto my feet.

"There's no time for this, Harry, just get into a different cabin!" Sirius shouted. What is it, Sirius? I thought worriedly. One answer came to mind immediately. Death Eaters. I started to freak out, I wanted to go help Sirius but he would be furious. Additionally, I could barely see straight, let alone remember spells and speak clearly. Hermione had taken my keys off me, I trusted her enough to let her hold onto that for now. She got everyone into the kitchen, just as I was about to take shelter there in the kitchen with everyone else; she called for Ginny.

"Ginny, come with us. Quickly now. Come on." At this point, I could hear the shouts and sounds of destruction aboard the train. It was still quite far off, but close enough to be of concern. Hermione fumbled with the keys as she opened the door to the last cabin – the bedroom, before opening the master cabin and guiding me into it. I would've been shocked about the master, but given my previous experiences walking into the cabins, I couldn't have been surprised.

It was filled with leather sofas, wooden desks, and small library shelves with books upon them right near the bed. A bathroom was located on one side of the cabin and a wardrobe on the other. All wood seemed to have the Potter crest engraved into it. Would I ever not see the Potter crest upon something? I thought rigidly. "Why aren't we in there with them? Why aren't they here with us?" I asked curiously.

Hermione looked at me with a slight frown. "I know your instinct, Harry – in here, we can keep you from giving into your instinct – out there, if there are any Death Eaters nearby… we don't want you to get dreadfully hurt again, Harry. We don't want to lose you. We love you Harry, and to be honest, I don't know what we'd do without you." she explained.

"I can fight just fine!" I exclaimed in my stupor. Hermione shook her head, almost… disappointed. I saw her sigh, before she walked over to one of the leather sofas with Ginny and took a seat. It took me a moment, but then I realized they were serious. Sitting there felt like ages, and to be completely honest, it wasn't the most interesting thing in the world. I heard Hermione and Ginny talking, but they seemed to be chatting about non-important things.

"I'm going to go use the restroom and use the shower." Ginny said, as I tuned back into reality. I noticed something immediately, the sounds of battle had completely vanished and it seemed to me that the train had begun moving again. I turned to Ginny, kissing her on the cheek – enjoying the blush that colored her face, it was as though she was the sun setting over the horizon.

Once she had closed the door to the bathroom, I turned to Hermione; I looked in her eyes, lightly playing with her light wavy chestnut hair with my left hand. "I love you, Hermione."

"I love you too, Harry." she said in return. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." In some time, I will give you both promise rings – I promise you that. I thought to myself.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you too, Hermione. I don't know what I'd do without you." I said lovingly. I felt the room begin to get hotter. Slowly, I noticed Hermione begin to lean closer to me – and I couldn't help but reciprocate, my left hair toying with her hair, as I moved my right hand to cup her cheek. I felt a wave of lust wash over me, almost immediately when I felt her lips against mine. I felt her light, warm breaths pierce up against my cold skin as we poured passion into the kiss. Her taste and smell was addicting, her lips tasted like strawberry and she smelt of cinnamon.

I felt her begin to adjust her body, before she wrapped her legs around my hip and pressed her body up against mine. I could feel her body up against mine, as I strained for self-restraint. I felt her arms wrapped around my neck. Then, I felt a jolt of pleasure as I felt my lengthened manhood rubbing against her bum. From the look in her eyes, I think she noticed, but I don't think she really cared either. I stood up slowly, still engaged passionately inside of the kiss and walked carefully over to the bed. Falling backwards onto the bed, I felt Hermione begin to undo my shirt. Eventually, she pulled away from the kiss. "Wait wha-"

"Hush, trust me – Harry." Why is she doing this? I thought. My thoughts cut off when I noticed that she ripped my shirt apart and discarded it. I felt her press her body up against mine, as I felt her light breaths against my neck. "I want you, Harry – I want you inside me." she whispered lustily.

"Are you sure, Hermione?" I asked cautiously. I didn't expect Hermione to be my first of this to be completely honest. Especially with how eager Ginny seemed. I thought to myself. Hermione discarded her own shirt, throwing it to the side of the room. I watched as she discarded her skirt. Leaving her only in panties and a bra. I grabbed her hand as she went to discard her bra. "Could I?" I asked hesitantly, she looked at me as though she wanted to just marry me on the spot. I took that for a yes, before wrapping my hands around her and unclasping the bra. Her breasts spilled out, I caressed Hermione with my right hand as it slowly massaged its way up near her breast. "Could I?" I asked again and she nodded. Moving my right hand up, I rested it on her right breast, before softly squeezing it. Hermione elicited a moan, and to my ears it was sweet as honey.

"Harry, I just want you in me." She moaned. "Cut the foreplay, I want you." she said dominantly. My manhood kept jolting while she said these. "Oh shoot, I almost forgot." she began lustily. She picked up her wand from the bedside table and said, "Accio Virility Potion." a small vial came shooting into her hand, and she quickly unstoppered it. "Open your mouth, Harry." Okay, I guess? I said. I opened my mouth and Hermione drained the potion, and I swallowed. For once, both the taste and after-taste wasn't bad from a potion. It tasted like watermelon. She suddenly used her hands to rip her panties, before discarding those. Staring deep into those almond-shaped brown eyes, I moved my hands slowly down to her ass; suddenly, I felt a slight wet, tingly sensation itch at the tip of my manhood. "Uh." she moaned, as I felt her hips press against mine. I thrust with my hip upward, trying to fit as much of my manhood as I can; she moans louder. "Uhh!" she moaned, leaning over before I felt her whisper something in my ear. "That feels so good. Fuck me, Harry."

A spike of lust took over, I've had enough of this one thrust bullshit, before using the leverage I had to flip us over. She moaned in response. "Harry, you're so strong." I began to thrust deeper, and deeper into Hermione – starting to get more sounds out of her as I felt more wetness and warmth begin to wrap around my manhood.

"Oooh! Ahhhh! O– Oh! Aaah! That feels so good, Harry!" she moaned. "Ooh, ahhh! Please don't stop, don't stop!" her moans, sounding like sweet honey, spiked my lust even further. "Please let me cum, oh please please; let me cum!" she moaned. "Oohh! Ahhh! O- Oh! Please don't sto– o-ohh yes, yes yes yes." she moaned deeply. "Oh yes yes yes yes yes! Ohhhh! AHhHH AHHHH AHH!" she moaned. I felt her begin to tighten around me, as though trying to milk my manhood as I held onto my load as much as possible. "OH PLEASE PLEASE WAIT TILL I CUM! OHHH OHHH! YES YES YES YES! AHHHHHHHH AGHHHHH! AHHHHHHHhhhhh!" I felt a liquid rush over my manhood, as she continued trying to milk my load from me. "OH, FILL ME UP!" she moaned, I noticed her eyes were glazed over.

Suddenly, I felt a jolt in my manhood – then my load burst from the tip of my manhood, deep inside of her. I couldn't control it anymore, and I filled her up. "Ohhhhhhh, yes…" she said, aroused. "Keep going–!" she moaned but she didn't need to say that for me to do so. I felt as though all care in the world had disappeared, with almost no worries about my surroundings. I was fixated on Hermione, and Hermione only. I continued to thrust into Hermione; "OH! OHHH, O-OH! Ohhh!" she moaned. I bowed my neck down and pressed my lips against hers, embracing the taste of her sweet strawberry lip gloss. I could feel her melting submissively into the kiss, as I enjoyed her muffled moans of pleasure. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, which tasted like honey; she used a honey tasting toothpaste – always had. A battle ensued, Hermione's tongue danced with mine, like a sword duel – locking and then unlocking, only to go at it again. I let my hands dance around her curves, slowly massaging her sporty build – before moving my right hand atop her breast and squeezing. "Mmmmm." she moaned into the kiss, the fight between our tongues stopped as she submitted to pleasure. Using my index finger, I began to massage her breast eliciting more muffled moans from her. Within an instant, I felt her body tense up around my manhood once again. Followed by a tidal wave of liquid around my manhood – and the sensation of the familiar jolt. I held it in for as long as possible, before I physically couldn't take it anymore. The jolt hit me, and I released my seed into her again – I pulled away from the kiss slowly, attempting to regain my breath. Hermione slowly stopped hyperventilating. "Oh, oh, oh…" she moaned. "I love you Harry."

"I love you too, Hermione." I responded lovingly. "How long does that potion last?"

"Around this long, so I'd suspect that was our last round unfortunately. It wasn't that big of a dose." she explained, almost sounding sad. "I loved that Harry."

"Hermione… what if… what if…" I started to stutter slightly, my nerves began to return as I thought rapidly. She put a finger to my lips, shutting me up instantly.

"Shhhhh." she said softly. "If I become pregnant, it's okay – Harry. I'm fine with it, I'll be okay. I know you'll take care of me no matter what." Well, she got that right. I would and I will. I thought to myself. "Naturally, we'd have to get married because otherwise the child would be born a bastard – but that's not too hard to achieve."

"Married?" I questioned. "At such a young age, too."

"Yes, married – Harry. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and so does Ginny – though I don't know if Ginny wants to share this much of her with you quite yet." Hermione said. I took it all in and then out the other ear, before closing my eyes and passing out on top of her.