Chapter 4 - Head Boy and Head Girl Dormitories
Harry and Hermione went to the brick wall to their left and stared at each other in confusion. This was a room? Probably not a very good looking one by any chance. They looked around the common room to see if anyone was there. When he and Hermione confirmed that the coast was clear, Harry whispered the password, just in case if anyone was around.
"Prime example," whispered Harry. The wall made a sudden movement and three holes appeared on wall, two medium oval ones on the top, and a crescent moon shaped one on the bottom.
"Well," yawned the wall. "I see that you two finally came. Professor Dumbledore has told me all about you. Harry Potter and Hermione Granger is it?"
They both nodded slowly. It was weird having a wall talk to them.
"I'm Wally by the way," he said, his two oval holes for eyes to seemingly move back and forth from Harry to Hermione.
"H-hello Wally," squeaked Hermione, waving her hand subconsciously at a wall.
"I'm sorry, but my ears aren't what they used to be one thousand years ago. Could you please repeat the password for me?" asked Wally.
"S-sure," said Harry, thinking how a wall could possibly have ears. "P-prime example."
After Harry had said these words, the three holes that made up Wally's face disappeared and the brick wall glowed a brighter red than it originally was. Then with a blink of an eye, the brick wall had vanished, leaving an opening about the size of the doorway so that they could pass. With a breath of courage, Harry grabbed Hermione's and stepped cautiously into the doorway. To no surprise, nothing had happened, but neither of them cared when they gazed their eyes on the Head Boy and Head Girl room.
They were looking at the Head's common room. It wasn't as big as the Gryffindor common room but it was a lot bigger than expected. The room was a gold and red color, probably because it was matching the Gryffindor colors. Directly in front of them was a love seat with a single-person sofa on its left. The chairs glowed a reddish color because they were facing the fireplace that was lighting them dimly. To their left were two small empty bookshelves for storing (you guessed it) books. To their right were three more doors. The one on the left had "Harry Potter" written in calligraphy and the one on the right said "Hermione Granger" also written in calligraphy. The door in the middle had the words "bathroom" written on it.
Harry looked at Hermione. She seemed very pleased with their new quarters.
"Come on," said Harry, grabbing her behind the elbow and dragging her to the sofas in front of them. The fireplace seemed a lot bigger than it really was from where they were originally looking at it. In front of the sofas, there was a small coffee table on top of a rug that said "Gryffindor" on it. Harry sat Hermione on the love seat while he sat himself on the one-person sofa. Hermione looked almost upset.
"Aren't you going to sit by me Harry?" she asked. Harry sighed and sat himself next to Hermione. She immediately snuggled up against him.
"Isn't this great Hermione?" said Harry, staring into the fire.
"It sure is," replied Hermione. "I can't believe it. It's like a dream come true." Harry jerked his head toward her.
"Dream come true?" said Harry, raising his eyebrows. "You dreamed of something like this?"
"Maybe," said Hermione, slightly blushing. Harry chuckled.
"Well I have to admit, it's going to be really hard to follow the rules. Even for you."
"I know," said Hermione. "But didn't Dumbledore say that he would let it slide a little?"
"He did. But don't let it get carried away," said Harry, beginning to sound like Hermione and turning his head back to the fire. "You heard what Dumbledore said. My parents almost got expelled for doing something."
"I wonder what it could possibly be?" asked Hermione in a mysterious tone.
"To tell you the truth, I really don't want to know."
"Must've been something really kinky to have to be expelled."
Harry looked at Hermione again. She no longer looked serious and stern, but she had a really dirty look in her eye and she licked her lips at him. Harry gulped, feeling a stirring in his pants and shifting uncomfortably to a new position. Hermione giggled, her dirty look fading away.
"I'm sorry Harry," she said.
"Don't do that!?" Harry exclaimed. "I hate it when you tease me like that!"
"I'm sorry Harry!" she exclaimed in sort of a laugh. "I think it's fun!"
"It's not fun when you're all hot inside and can't do anything about it!"
"Harry," said Hermione in a serious voice. All trace of laughter and playfulness was gone. "I'm sorry." She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. Harry couldn't resist the kiss.
"I forgive you," he said closing his eyes and giving a small smile.
***
Harry and Hermione spent the entire weekend inside the privacy of there own dormitories. Surprisingly, there wasn't one moment of passion in the room. Harry noticed this and started to feel rejected by Hermione, yet he felt turned on whenever he looked at her. She made small things like reading a book look sexy and he took an excessive amount of effort to stop himself from jumping on Hermione.
Soon after they had gotten settled into their rooms, Harry got out of his room to use the bathroom when he froze and caught Hermione in a very arousing position. He couldn't help but stare. She was lying on her stomach near the fire for warmth and she was propped up on her elbows as her eyes moved back and forth across a book that Harry didn't care about at the moment. Her legs were bent at the knees and crossed at the ankles and she subconsciously bent and straightened her legs as she read. The thing that made it hotter for him was that she was wearing her Hogwarts uniform without her robes, complete with her skirt. He was surprised that her skirt remained in the same position considering the way she was moving her legs. There was something about Hermione in uniform that drove him crazy. Harry had to breath slowly to control himself. Then, he almost died when Hermione noticed him.
"What are you staring at now Harry?" she asked as she turned her head around to him.
"N-nothing," Harry lied.
"You're lying," she said, shaking her head.
"Well I'm sorry if you keep doing that!" exclaimed Harry. He was beginning to get upset with her.
"Come here Harry," she said, crooking a finger at him. Harry sighed exasperatedly as he walked up to her and stood by her side looking down at her impatiently.
"Stand over there," she said pointing to her finger in the 10 o'clock position as she continued to lie on the ground. Harry grunted and did what he was told, thinking where the heck this was going. He stood where she had said and crossed his arms and stared blankly to his left.
"Look at me Harry," Hermione said softly. He did and immediately all the anger fell from his body and he felt turned on again. From where he was standing, he could examine every curve of Hermione's body. He knew that she had the intention to make him stand where he was for a reason. Harry had to again control himself as he saw Hermione give him her dirty look.
"Do you like what you see?" she said in a flirtatious tone, continuing to bend and straighten her legs slowly in a sexier way than before, still with the dirty look in her eyes. She licked her lips at him, waiting for a response.
Harry didn't respond. He couldn't. He seemed to have lost his voice somewhere when she had eyed him naughtily, talked in a sexy voice, or moved her legs swiftly through the air.
"Is not talking a way of you saying 'yes'?" asked Hermione in the same teasing voice. Harry could only nod. "Do to me as you please Harry."
Harry's eyes widened at the way she had said her last statement. Obviously, he couldn't do it with her because he would trigger a curse to Hermione. And Dumbledore told them himself, not to do any "unnecessary activities". Still, something about being told not to fool around in a room, made him want to fool around in it even more. And there was something very sexy about breaking that rule.
Harry ignored his conscience and walked toward Hermione. He looked down at her and wet his lips before straddling one leg over her, lay his body on top of her, and leaned his body against hers. He scooted his body forward a bit till he knew he was close enough. He nibbled on Hermione's ear in a teasing way to let her know to look in that direction for him. Hermione moaned with pleasure as Harry played with her ear, feeling his tongue run over it.
Harry went from ear nibbling to a full-blown kiss as he made contact with Hermione's lips, kissing her over her shoulder. One hand was on her other shoulder while his other was caressing her thigh. As they kissed arousingly, Harry couldn't help but rub into Hermione, through the front of his pants and through the back of her skirt. Hermione moaned against Harry's kiss as she felt him rub slower, but harder and harder into her.
Filled with sexual adrenaline and a cloudy mind, Harry put both arms around Hermione's waist and heaved her up, not breaking the kiss. He pushed her gently to the couch and before he reached it, Harry went from Hermione's back, to her front, still not breaking the kiss. He grabbed the collar of her blouse and sat on the couch, slowly pulling her down with him. Hermione helped and lowered herself onto Harry's lap, bending her knees and putting them on either side of his thighs, straddling him.
"Mmmm…oh Harry," she moaned between kisses, again rubbing against him through her skirt.
"Hermione…" he managed to say, still kissing her passionately with a bit of force, pressing so hard into her face that he felt like his lips would bruise. He stopped kissing her lips to move to her supple neck, at first kissing it softly, then using his tongue to pleasure it. Hermione gasped with pleasure and put an arm around him and a hand on the back of his head as if to lock him in place. She squirmed and sighed as Harry continued. He heard sounds from her he had never heard before and it was turning him on more and more.
Still, in the heat of it all, it was as if something had slapped him hard in the face. This feeling made him stop and pull away from Hermione instantly.
"Why'd you stop Harry?" begged Hermione, still breathing hard. Her face was filled with methodical lust. That look made Harry want to attack her again, but that feeling quickly passed.
"Hermione…we can't," said Harry softly. "We could end up doing something that we my regret later."
The look on Hermione's face looked like she didn't care if the worst thing would happen to them if they did it. But being the person she was, she thought otherwise.
"I know Harry," replied Hermione. "But I want it so bad."
"Not as bad as I do," he said, raising his eyebrows, and eyeing himself to look below his waist. Hermione giggled slightly when she noticed where Harry was looking. "But we're just going to have to wait till your birthday. I mean…if you're ready."
"Of course I'm ready!" exclaimed Hermione. "I love you Harry."
"I love you too Hermione," said Harry. "But we are going to have to wait. I don't want to trigger that chastity curse."
Hermione nodded, her eyes becoming glossy.
"Besides Harry," she said with a smile, "it's only our first week of school. My birthday is… just around the corner."
"I know. The closer it comes, the harder it is to control myself!"
"Trust me Harry. It'll be worth the wait."
Harry confirmed with a nod.
***
That night, after kissing Hermione good night and seeing her off to bed, the urge to join her was immense. The look in his eye gave it away. Hermione saw it quickly as she lay in her bed and stared at Harry.
"No Harry," she simply put.
"What?" said Harry, pretending that he didn't have any intentions on his mind.
"I'm not stupid Harry," she said in a stiff tone. "I know what you're thinking and the
answer is 'no'."
"What was I thinking then?" he asked, giving her a playful no teethed grin.
"Well by what your eyes tell me," she said, as if remembering information from a book, "you want to join me in this beddon't you Harry?" She have him another dirty look that made his insides twist up.
"How do you do it Hermione?" he said, trying as hard as he could to get the look of Hermione's face out of her mind. If he didn't, he might as well raped her right there. Hermione would have probably liked it too.
"I'm your girlfriend Harry," she said smiling. "I know more about you than you think."
"Sure you do," he said, leaning in and kissing her on the forehead. When he pulled back, he gazed into her eyes and his heart yet again skipped a beat. He blinked twice before leaning in and giving her the signature kiss, fearing that Hermione would pull away. To his delight, she didn't.
"Night Harry," she said, smiling after they had finished.
"Night Mione," Harry said, feeling another urge to lean in and kiss her again. There was something really sexy about kissing her in her room, but figured that he would never leave if he did. He turned around and gave Hermione another look before closing her door.