by Harry Potter
“Huh?” Harry grunted groggily as his eyes opened up. He normally wouldn’t have been happy to wake up from such an interesting dream, but any animosity that he might have felt toward the person who woke him up disappeared the moment his eyes focused on the young woman in front of him. Hermione stood in front of Harry wearing her sleeping gown and holding a pair of boxers in front of her, specifically Harry’s boxers. That’s when Harry felt a draft on ‘Harry, Jr.’. He tried to cover his bits, but found that his hands and feet were invisibly bound to his bedposts, obviously by Hermione for some illicit and, more than likely, exciting purpose. The young witch examined Harry’s naked body with unmasked desire in her eyes. Harry was embarrassed, nay, mortified that he was laying starkers in front of Hermione. ‘Harry, Jr.’ on the other hand reveled in the attention. It stood proud as if it was saying “Hey, look at me!”
“Quite impressive, Mr. Potter,” said Hermione, as if she was grading one of his papers. “You should be proud.”
Harry felt his skin turn red at Hermione’s comments and ‘Harry, Jr.’ stood even taller.
“Seeing as you’re naked, which I might have had something to do with that - but I admit nothing, mind you- and I am dressed,” Hermione said theatrically, “let’s even the score a bit”
Hermione then reached down and slowly, almost hesitantly, removed her gown. Harry emitted a small “ooh” sound when he saw the two things that he had so desperately wanted to see the past few days; Hermione’s nipples.
Her nipples, which Harry decided to call “Carmella” and “Natasha,” were full and erect, as if they were saying ‘hello’ to ‘Harry, Jr.’ who was singing to the heavens at that point in time.
Hermione stood nervously as Harry took in every inch of her exposed body. His eyes took in her white cotton knickers, lingered on her flat tummy, then slowly traveled up to her bare breasts, and then finally, he locked eyes with her and said: “My God Hermione, you are beautiful.”
“That is what I was waiting to hear,” said Hermione, her self-confidence obviously bolstered by Harry’s comments. She crawled onto the foot of the bed and lowered her mouth over Harry’s organ.
She began by using her tongue, running it up and down his shaft. Then she placed it into her mouth and began the same wonderful technique she used the other night. Harry groaned in pleasure and tugged at his invisible bounds. He frantically wanted to touch her, to run his hands through her hair. But she had cruelly bound him to his bedpost.
Slurping noises emanated from Hermione as she bobbed up and down on his pole, coating ‘Harry, Jr.’ with her saliva. Harry started to groan when Hermione began to cup and gently massage ‘Harry, Jr.’s luggage. Within minutes (Harry noted with a great deal of masculine pride that he had lasted much longer then his first time), he felt the pressure build up. He remembered the tongue lashing he had gotten from Hermione the last time when he failed to warn her. Mind you he rather liked the tongue lashing he was getting now, but he hated the other type.
“Hermione, I’m gonna cum,” Harry grunted.
Hermione stopped her fellatio and looked up at Harry. A broad, sinful smile stretched across her lips as she said, “Happy Birthday, Harry.”
Then Harry got the best birthday present he had ever gotten. Hermione took his entire length into her mouth, pausing only to relax her gag reflex when he reached her throat. Harry stopped breathing when he felt Hermione’s throat pulsate and contract as she seemingly tried to swallow his organ. She let out a low grumble that emanated from her throat and the sound sent shivers through his body. While continuing to grumble, Hermione sucked on his organ. Within seconds, Harry had lost control and unloaded into Hermione’s mouth. ‘Harry, Jr.’ jumped once in her mouth, shooting off the first blast of his load and Hermione raised herself and suckled on his crown. He bucked again and again, discharging his semen into her mouth.
After Harry was finished, Hermione made a show of swallowing his load. She had a look on her face like she had just swallowed something dreadful, perhaps a flobberworm, but Harry almost came again just at the sight of her swallowing. Hermione retrieved her wand and performed a Breath Cleaning Charm before releasing Harry from his magical bonds.
“Sorry about that, I’m not used to the taste just yet.” said Hermione as she crawled onto his bare body, pressing her naked breasts into his heaving chest. “I’ve done some research and read that a man’s diet affects the taste of his semen. Maybe we can experiment with the foods you eat, and see which resultant taste I like the best?”
‘Experiment!’ Harry’s mind declared triumphantly as he wrapped his arms around her lovingly. What she said definitely hinted that Hermione was willing to do this act again. ‘Try to act as smooth as possible,’ Harry thought to himself as he replied to Hermione, “Sure, I won’t mind. Anything in the name of progress.”
“So, was it good for you?” Hermione asked with a saucy smile.
In all honesty, it was very, very good for him. But he also knew that it couldn’t have been all that enjoyable for her. She did all the work, yet received no pleasure for herself, while Harry had gotten all the enjoyment (and a lot of it). Harry didn’t just want to tell her that it was terrific; he wanted to show her how terrific it was. He needed to show Hermione, not simply because he felt obligated to return the pleasure that she had given him twice already. He wanted to do it so Hermione herself could feel ecstasy. Somewhere deep within Harry, he felt the almost desperate need to make Hermione... happy. Harry just wasn’t certain he knew how to show her just what he felt for her, and what he felt she deserved. Then Harry remembered his ‘special book’ and the chapter that he so diligently memorized.
“Instead of telling you, let me show you,” Harry replied and quickly rolled over so that Hermione was under him before she could protest. Hermione squealed in surprise.
“What do you have in mind, Harry?” asked Hermione after she regained her composure.
“Retuning the favor,” answered Harry. He hesitantly added, “That is, if you don’t mind.”
Before answering, Hermione averted her eyes and blushed such a bright crimson, that Harry reasoned that he could easily read in the dark just by using her body as a night light.
“No, I don’t mind,” she replied nervously.
“Now, I’ve never done this before,” stated Harry, “and I know there are lots of ways to do this improperly beside ‘using teeth,’ so tell me when I do something wrong.”
After Hermione nodded in the affirmative, Harry started by kissing her passionately, he then trailed kisses down her chin, her neck, passed her color-bone, until he reached the valley between Hermione’s breasts. Harry took this opportunity to get to know ‘Natasha’ and ‘Carmella’ intimately. Hermione groaned as Harry licked, suckled, and lightly nibbled on her tender flesh. When he was working his mouth, lips and tongue on ‘Natasha’ he kept his fingers busy by playing with ‘Carmella’ and vice versa. The heat coming off Hermione’s body was intense and her breath became more and more labored as Harry continued to play with ‘Natasha’ and ‘Carmella’. After several minutes of focusing on her breasts, Harry trailed kisses down her taught tummy. He looked up at Hermione when he got to her cotton knickers and said, “If you want me to stop just say so-”
But Harry was cut off when Hermione nearly shouted at him, “If you don’t pull my damned knickers off right now, I swear to Merlin...!”
“Okay, okay...” placated Harry as he hooked his fingers around her panties. The young wizard took a fortifying breath before slowly tugging the cotton garment down. Hermione gasped as she became exposed to the morning air. Harry gulped as he saw something he hadn’t expected.
“S-s-sha-s-s-shaved?” he stammered as he examined Hermione’s flower.
“Yes,” Hermione replied sheepishly.
“S-s-sha-s-s-shaved?” he repeated, still stunned.
“It’s strictly for hygiene,” she explained, still a little sheepishly.
“C-c-co-com-c-completely s-s-sha-s-s-shav
ed?”
“Well, yes,” she answered, her sheepishness was suddenly replaced by a risqué grin. “You see, I’m very hygienic.”
‘Gryffindor was right,’ Harry thought to himself, ‘brainy girls are naughty!’
As Harry took in Hermione and all her wonder, he commented to himself internally that when Hermione had satisfied him earlier, she had an easier job... err sorry about that. When it came to his bits, all Harry had was ‘Harry, Jr.’ and his luggage. And the only way he could think of not fulfilling ‘Harry, Jr.’ was if teeth were used. But with Hermione’s bits there was so much more! According to the book that Harry had hidden in his school bag, there was the Mons Veneris, the clitoris and its hood, and the Labia. And as reported by the book, there were definitely bad ways in stimulating Hermione.
With a touch of trepidation, Harry started by gently kissing the area around her flower - which he had almost given a name of a flower, but seeing that both his mother and his aunt had flower names, he became content with just “flower.” It was apparent that Hermione enjoyed these tiny kisses, so Harry continued this course of action for a while. Harry kissed her nether lips and Hermione gasped, that’s when Harry decided that his tongue should come into play.
He used his fore and middle fingers on his left hand to softly pry open her petals. Harry used his tongue to trace Hermione’s outer and inner lips and her honey began to seep out. After a minute or two of working on her vagina and lips, Harry used his right thumb to gently push her hood back, exposing her clitoris. Hermione gasped when Harry’s tongue touched her clit.
The brunette witch started to writhe and moan while Harry worked on his budding... err sorry again... skills of cunnilingus. After two or three minutes, Harry noticed that Hermione seemed to be enjoying his attempts. To him, Hermione tasted warm, sweet, and musky. Little droplets of sweat were appearing all over her body and her breathing was heavier than before. It was at this point that he decided to push Hermione over the edge, so to speak, and use the techniques that he had read in the book concerning Parslemouths.
Pausing for a second from his operations, Harry closed his eyes and focused on an image of a snake in his mind in order to trigger his rare power. Since Harry could never tell if he was speaking Parseltongue or English, he asked Hermione: “Can you understand me?”
“Harry, why are you speaking in Parseltongue?” Hermione asked. “I can’t - OH SWEET BABY MAEVE!”
Hermione couldn’t finish her statement properly; because Harry was satisfied that he was using his Parselmouth abilities and started his cunnilingus once more. Almost immediately, Hermione thrashed around and alternated between moaning, growling, and occasionally, babbling incoherently.
“... swish and flick...” Hermione sputtered disjointedly while Harry twirled his magical tongue around her bud. “...powdered newt...nimbus...” As magic poured off of Harry’s tongue into Hermione, he could feel every muscle in her body tense up. Harry felt it was safe to assume that Hermione was rather enjoying his Parselmouth ability. “Oh. Oh. Oh, mamma!”
One of Hermione’s hands grabbed a tuff of Harry’s hair and tugged at him while her legs wrapped around his head and pulled him closer. It was at this point that ‘Harry, Jr.’ woke up again and desperately, almost painfully, wanted to play again. Harry thought about using one of his hands to relieve himself, but realized that this moment was for Hermione. He wanted to concentrate fully, mentally, physically, and emotionally, on her. He could take care of ‘Harry, Jr.’ later.
After a minute or two, Harry could sense the buildup in Hermione, but he could feel himself about to release as well. Hermione’s back arched and sweat poured off of her naked flesh. Her body was raked by shallow, quivering gasps of breath.
“Oh, gods, Harry!” Hermione shouted as a combined wave of magic and ecstasy passed through her body, and then through Harry’s. Her musky juices poured out of her flower and filled his mouth. He tried his best to lap up her nectar, but a large amount flowed out of his mouth and poured down his chin. Harry groaned into Hermione as he climaxed in the middle of her orgasm, which Harry thought was odd seeing as he hadn’t even touched himself. It was as if the combination of Hermione’s ecstasy and the use of his magic was enough to make him cum. The two teens didn’t notice the very loud bang that accompanied their simultaneous orgasms.
Slowly, Harry’s eyes took in the vision before him; Hermione lay on the bed, panting heavily, her body flushed and glistening. Her nether lips were red and swollen and her wetness still seeped out of her. The young man smiled with pride, because he didn’t need to ask Hermione if it was good for her. He could tell by the glow emanating from her body that she had thoroughly enjoyed his first efforts. Then it hit him, she was literally glowing! She was throwing off light! He was shocked to find that he was glowing softly as well. Harry was about to ask Hermione about this startling occurrence when he noticed that she had her eyes fixed on something behind him.
With her legs still draped over his shoulders, Harry turned his head and saw that except for the bed that they were currently using, every object in the room was floating six feet off of the ground. Every book, scrap piece of parchment, every article of clothing - Harry spotted Hermione’s knickers straight away, they were twirling slowly as if dancing- even the other beds hovered several feet in the air.
Before either of the two teens could discus these strange events, the door to the dorm room flew open and Tonks rushed in, waving her wand.
“Harry, are you okay?” the pink haired Auror shouted out, as she started to quickly scan the room. “I heard a...uh... bang?” Tonks paused as she finally noticed the two naked forms in front of her; Hermione glistening with sweat and her hair tossed this way and that, with Harry kneeling as if in prayer at Hermione’s altar and his face dripping with her love juice. A sardonic, almost wicked smile crept across Tonks’s face. But the smile was nothing compared to the devilish look in her eye. Both Hermione and Harry made a weak squeaking noise at that look.
Author’s Notes: I tried to insert some humor into Harry and Hermione’s explanation of why they acted so out-of-character (in my opinion - an opinion which I point out in the text) in the 6th book, but I found I couldn’t. I couldn’t make fun of it because their actions in HBP were so sad and pathetic. It would be like mocking a train wreck. Chapter Four Summary: Harry and Hermione head to the Burrow for the Wedding.
Without uttering a sound, Tonks slowly closed the door to Harry’s dorm room, leaving the young man and woman in their very compromising, and very naked, position. Harry stared at the door expecting Tonks to bust through once more, saying something along the lines of: “Time for breakfast kids. Oh wait, you two have already eaten” with far too much emphasis on the word “eaten.”
After what seemed like minutes, Hermione finally spoke up: “um... I don’t think she’ll be back. Let’s clean up and head to the Common Room.”
“What do you reckon she’ll do?” asked Harry as he untangled himself from Hermione’s legs.
“I don’t know,” answered Hermione with trepidation. She then waved her wand over her body and magically cleaned herself. “But I’m certain that it’ll be terribly embarrassing.”
Harry could still feel Hermione’s warm liquid on his face. He felt as if the bottom half of his face must have borne a striking resemblance to a glazed doughnut. Harry remembered his conversation with Hermione from the day before, regarding their attempts at their newfound intimacy, where she had said that she wasn’t messy but he certainly was. With a grin on his wet face, Harry said to Hermione, “Looks like you’re just as messy as me.”
Hermione blushed a beautiful shade of scarlet and smiled in an impish way. Harry was taken back at how beautiful she was at that moment and he made a silent promise to try to make her smile as much as he could from then on.
“I guess I am rather... messy, aren’t I?” Hermione responded and performed the same cleansing charm on Harry. He was a tad disappointed when her wetness disappeared from his face; h
e rather liked her smell and he definitely liked her taste. After she found her knickers (which were still floating in the air), Hermione cursed, “My clothes are in my room, all I have over here is my nightgown!”
“Don’t worry,” stated Harry in-between hops; his boxers were hovering just out of reach (he tried to block out Hermione’s stifled giggle at the sight of ‘Harry, Jr.’ bouncing up and down), “we’ll transfigure your dressing gown until we can get you something more suitable.”
A short while later, the two teens ventured into the Gryffindor Common Room to find Remus Lupin sitting at one of the tables writing something, with Tonks leaning over their former DADA professor. Upon noticing Harry and Hermione, Remus casually folded up the paper he was writing on and placed it inside his robes.
“Good morning, you two,” Remus greeted them as if nothing peculiar had happened. Even though she hadn’t said anything yet, Harry noticed that Tonks still had that devilish gleam in her eyes. “Get ready; we have a big day ahead of us,” Remus concluded.
“Bu... bu... I... ah...” stammered Harry. He had expected to be teased by either Tonks or Remus. “What’s so important about today?”
“What’s so important?” Remus repeated. “We have to go to Diagon Alley to buy both of you some formal robes for Bill and Fleur’s wedding tomorrow. But more importantly, today’s the most important day in your life, Harry. Today’s the day you’ve become a man!” Remus declared proudly.
Harry felt his face heat up at Remus’ statement; he could tell that Hermione was just as embarrassed as he was. ‘What did Tonks think she saw?’ Harry realized that Tonks must’ve thought that he and Hermione had gone all the way and had lost their virginity and had told Remus about it! Why else would Remus make the comment about Harry becoming a “man?” Harry was about to object to Remus’ remarks, to defend himself, but mostly to defend Hermione’s honor, when Remus walked forward and hugged him.