2 Getting Her Man
With about a week to get ready, due to her period, Hermione felt quite sure of herself. Her vivid dream seemed to have already given her most of her plan. It had also given her a way to secure her claim on the room of requirements, so it seemed. She still needed to do some research, as usual.
One point that was very clear from her dream was that getting undressed might be cumbersome and quite confusing. Although she knew that doing it right might entice her masculine audience, she didn't feel ready to act that way, especially since it would also give her target time to think things over. She needed to do it as quickly as possible, leaving no time for thought, and that meant using magic.
She doubted that the library would hold any book of such spells. They could be too dangerous in the hands of hormonal teens. Just the thought of what the Weasley twins would have done, had they known such a spell, made her shiver. Yet she was sure something like this could be done. Maybe these spells were in the restricted section? It was worth a try.
Professor McGonagall didn't seem too surprised to see Hermione waiting for her. "Is there something you need, Miss Granger?"
"Well, professor, I was thinking of researching offensive and defensive spells, in case Harry needs them. It occurred to me that most of what I need is probably in the restricted section. I don't think that the Death Eaters would use the spells we learn in class. We've already seen this in the Department of Mysteries."
"That seems to be a logical assumption," the old woman agreed with a bitter smile. "So, you want me to give you permission to get books from that section, don't you?"
Hermione smiled. "Sure. You don't expect me to break the rules, do you?"
The professor looked at her with an expression that clearly said, 'You can't fool me with these innocent words,' but she still took a piece of parchment and wrote the requested permission.
"Make good use of it," she told Hermione, giving her the note.
"Don't worry, I will."
She thought it was actually true. What she was looking for was certainly for the benefit of Harry. If nothing else – it would let him know what a young woman really looked like under her clothes.
It took her three days to find the appropriate spell, hidden among some other non-lethal combat spells. "Just like the unforgivables, this spell cannot be stopped by any magical shield. Wisely used, it will make one's opponent lose all clothes, exposing his or her intimate parts, when most embarrassing or when that exposure may cause harm or discomfort." She didn't need to read any further to understand that it was what she wanted, but she still looked for some more.
A few pages further, she found a variation of the spell that made the removed clothes fold nicely wherever she wanted them, and the counter spell, that could put the garments back on. Another variation of the spell made the clothes vanish completely. She made sure to copy that one too. It could prove helpful in a battle, especially since it was unstoppable.
The room of requirements proved useful for practising that spell. She first practised on dummies and once she was satisfied, she tried on herself, removing her clothes and making them fold on a chair, and then getting clothed again with a single spell.
With that covered, she needed to decide on the room's furniture and décor. She also needed to decide what to wear. In a way, anything would do, since that spell could remove several layers of heavy winter garbs just as well as a flimsy nightgown, but she thought they might still remove their outer robes first. She wanted to look attractive when clothed, or at least nice.
With the room responding to her every whim, she could check several sets of furniture before deciding. A wide and comfortable double bed was a must, of course. She decided to replace the sofas, as seen in her dream, with a single padded loveseat. It would be much nicer to cuddle and hug on it, either before or after executing the rest of her program. As for the colours – a toned-down version of the Gryffindor common room colours seemed to work well for her purpose. She also decided to let the room have a slight scent of her daily perfume, making it "hers" the moment they walked in.
With the room set up the way she wanted, she just had to make it accessible only for her until her program was done.
She didn't neglect her friends, of course. She made sure Harry had all the homework done on time, and done well. Harry had never declined her wish to spend some time together for whatever reason, even though Ginny wasn't too happy when it was taking some of her "Harry time", but even she couldn't object to Hermione assuring Harry's homework was ready on time and of top quality.
Ron declined her help, as expected. He preferred to snog Lavender for hours. "Besides," he said, "Lavender is helping me with my homework well enough." It was something that didn't really show in class.
Her period was over on Friday. She used the prefects' bathroom to clean herself thoroughly. She also removed any body hair, leaving only a nicely trimmed triangle of dark brown pubic hair to point the way for her oblivious intended. She also used some spells to tame the hair on her head a bit. She didn't need to change it completely; she only wanted it not to get in the way of her planned activity.
Come Saturday, she didn't seem to change her normal behaviour. She spent some time doing homework, most of it in the library. She then joined her friends in the common room, talking with Ron, as long as he didn't snog Lavender. She checked Harry's homework extra carefully, bending low enough at the table to let him enjoy the view through her loose blouse. As usual, she didn't bother wearing a bra, and she was sure that he had a few occasions even to see her nipples. Of course, Harry – the perfect gentleman – would say nothing about what he saw. She even spent some time with Ginny, remarking how nicely Neville was maturing and how sexy Dean seemed to be. Ginny looked at the boys attentively and had to agree with Hermione.
It was on their way to dinner, when Hermione said casually, "Harry, I need you to come with me after dinner. I need to show you some spells I found, that could make a difference in battle."
"Why don't you teach us too?" Ginny asked, pointing at her brother and herself.
"I'm only going to show it in the book and see what Harry thinks of it. Besides, you know that I'm rubbish at teaching you. Last year, whenever I tried, Ron didn't get it at all and you rarely did, while after teaching Harry, he could teach you much better and quicker."
Ginny frowned. Hermione was quite sure it was because that meant losing some more time Ginny had planned on spending with Harry, but she had to agree with Hermione. Ron didn't even pay attention, looking at Lavender, who was gossiping with some other girl, a few paces away.
Hermione didn't mind letting Ginny sit at Harry's side during the meal. If it all went according to her plan, Ginny would need to look for another boy soon enough. Unlike in that dream, Hermione didn't use any spell to drive her away.
As Harry finished his dessert, Hermione stood up. "Come, Harry, I want to show you that spell."
Harry stood up too, looking apologetically at Ginny. "I'll see you all later," he said and followed Hermione out of the great hall.
It was a long way to the seventh floor. "Where are we going?" he asked, after climbing a few staircases.
"Where is the best place to show you a spell?" Hermione asked rhetorically. "The room of requirements, of course."
He smiled understandingly.
The castle had never been well protected from the weather. As they walked, Hermione shuddered when some cold drafts blew in. She didn't have that in her plan. "Are you cold?" Harry asked worriedly.
"Not really. It's just…"
"Why don't you come closer to me? If we hug, it will keep us warm," he suggested.
This was much better than she expected, but she didn't want to show her joy yet. "Are you sure? I mean, you and Ginny…"
"There's nothing between me and Ginny. I like her, of course. She's nice to look at and quite smart and witty and she's almost like the little sister I never had. I know she'd like it to be different, but…" Harry waved his hands as if saying, 'It's beyond my control.'
"Well, most think you're becoming a couple," she noted, cuddling into his hug.
"She's been a fan girl since I first met her. She may have grown up and she's really more mature now, but she's not given up her fan-girl attitude about me. I can't see her joining me as a couple." He tightened his hug as if to emphasize his words.
By now, they were approaching the room of requirements. They were both surprised to see Draco pacing to and fro in front of that wall, looking extremely frustrated.
"Lost anything?" Harry asked.
"It's none of your business, Potter! Go away and don't bother me!" Evidently, Draco was not even in the mood to tease them. He seemed very seriously bothered.
"As you clearly can't find here what you're looking for, why don't you look somewhere else?" Hermione suggested sweetly.
"You know nothing! If…" Draco stopped in mid-sentence, probably remembering why his father had lost his influence at the ministry, along with his freedom. Hermione felt quite smug that she and Harry had had a major part in that. She could see Draco's frustration mount as he couldn't do anything about it. He just turned around and left, almost running.
"That may give you the answer about where he's going when not on your map," Hermione pointed. She then walked three times in front of the wall, making a door appear. She opened it widely, yet all one could see was a red curtain forming a kind of entrance hall.
Hermione closed the door behind them. The room was much warmer than the corridors. "I think we should leave our robes here," she said, pointing at some cloth hangers near the door.
She watched Harry take his robes off. He was wearing a school shirt and some jeans, clearly too big for him. She waited for him to hang his robe before she removed her own, revealing a white, semi-transparent blouse and a very short red skirt, exposing her legs for most of their length.
"No wonder you felt cold," Harry said.
It wasn't the response she was expecting, yet she noticed that his eyes were tracing her curves through the thin fabric, and tracing her legs up to where they were covered by her skirt, alternately. Her clothing seemed to have the expected effect on Harry. Not waiting for him to get over the surprise, she moved the curtain aside, showing him into the room proper.
A large fire was burning in the fireplace, lighting the loveseat that was positioned in front of it, not too close. The rest of the room was much darker, making the large canopy bed almost invisible. Hermione dragged Harry to the love seat, pushed him to sit down and plopped at his side, cuddling to him. Harry lifted his arm as if inviting her to come even closer, although he said nothing. She accepted his silent invitation and moved closer.
Hermione felt quite content, sitting that way. She could spend several hours like that and still feel content, yet she needed to stick to her plan if she wanted to ensure the results. She was reluctant to move away from her very comfortable position, though, noticing that Harry seemed to like it too.
"What did you want to show me?" Harry asked after a while.
Hermione pointed at the book on the side table. "I was searching for spells that could help us during the war that is sure to come, sooner or later. I found another unstoppable spell that can turn very useful."
Harry frowned. "Isn't it a dark spell?"
"Not at all. It's quite a fun spell, really. Here, let me demonstrate."
Hermione stood up and moved a step away. She then turned her wand towards her chest and said "Nudo!"
Evidently, Harry didn't know what to expect. He was probably wondering how an unstoppable spell could be fun. And then he seemed to understand, as Hermione's clothes vanished, leaving her completely naked. She could see that he was certainly fascinated. Despite the preview he had gotten due to her semi-transparent blouse, once he really saw her with no clothes, he couldn't take his eyes off her. He seemed like he could keep looking at her that way and never get tired of the view.
Hermione saw the way his eyes opened larger, the way they scanned her body up and down, momentarily stopping at her chest and at her crotch. It was perfectly according to her plan. She didn't even feel ashamed, as she had already experienced this in her dream, a week earlier.
"Now, put on your strongest shield, so I can show you how unstoppable this spell is," she instructed him, as if oblivious to her nudity.
She needed to say it twice before Harry could take his eyes off her body for long enough to comprehend. He then cast his strongest shield charm. Hermione tested it with some stunning and blasting charms before casting "Nudo" at him, followed by a stunner, that was stopped.
"You see, it works well," she said, scanning his naked body just the way he was scanning hers. She liked what she saw, except for a few scars. She'd need to deal with them at another time, she decided.
Harry's mind was finally clicking into gear. "We're both naked now," he said, starting to look embarrassed.
"I like what I see. Don't you like what you see?"
She saw his face reddening and his member becoming erect. "How could I not like it? You're beautiful with or without clothes. I feel unworthy to see you this way."
She stepped forward, as he dropped his shield. "Harry, I find you very worthy. Actually, I want you to take me, to give me my first intimate experience, if you agree."
This was the most difficult part of her plan. It all depended on Harry agreeing to do what his body was clearly ready for, yet his noble streak could get in the way. She hoped that for once, he wouldn't be too noble.
"Are you sure? I mean, I'd love to, but I don't want you to regret it later. You remember we were taught that a marriage can be magically accepted only if the bride had only done this with the groom."
She needed to get her full courage to admit, "Harry, I love you. I only want to be yours and nobody else's. Please make me yours."
Harry took a step in her direction and held her hands in his. "Are you really sure? Don't you want to cast the contraceptive charm first? Besides, I've heard that the first time may hurt…"
She put her finger on his lips. "I've cast the contraceptive charm before dinner, and I really want this. I don't mind if it hurts the first time. It's only the first time that may hurt. It won't hurt the other times." She was aware of the implied promise, but she didn't care. Harry didn't seem to notice it at all.
They closed the gap between them, letting their bodies do the talking. It wasn't quite the way it had happened in her dream, and it did hurt a bit at the beginning, when he first pushed in, but she felt no pain a moment later. It then went on beautifully. Harry was so attentive to her, that he managed to bring her to her peak long before he was even close to his, and then to another, just before he spilt into her. That was only the beginning. As soon as she hugged him, when she regained her senses after their common peak, she felt him harden again.
It was way after curfew time when the two sated teens fell asleep in each other's arms. Neither of them thought of another partner any longer. Hermione only thought how lucky she was to insist on her original romantic interest and not give it away. She felt that she was now Harry's in every way that mattered. Harry had already told her that he was glad that she found him worthy enough to choose him.