Chapter 6 - The Other Unexpected Thing
Ron eagerly pushed and persuaded Harry into telling him what happened in the corridor with Serine the next day.
"What happened Harry?" he asked, looking bewildered for answer.
"I'm not going to say anything," said Harry frowning. "I know you're going to make a big deal out of it."
"I won't!"
"Nope."
Ron continued to beg and beg Harry everywhere; when they walked to classes, in class, at lunch, it was the same thing.
"Aren't you going to tell me Harry?"
"Nope."
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"What about now?"
"Nope."
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"Harry you still didn't tell me what happened between you and Serine."
"And I'm not going to."
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"Harry about -"
"No!"
They were sitting alone in the Gryffindor common room. Ron looked offended by his response, but nonetheless continued what he was going to say.
"I said, about that project that Professor McGonagall assigned, do you think you could help me with it?" asked Ron, a bit more scornful than he meant it to sound.
"Oh," said Harry, feeling very embarrassed. "Sure."
As he helped out with Ron, Harry somehow decided to tell Ron everything.
"Are you serious Harry?" said Ron, astonished. "You couldn't move at all?"
"No I couldn't," he said, scratching his head. "I wonder why?"
"Sure you couldn't," Ron said coolly.
"What d'you mean, 'sure I couldn't'?" Harry asked skeptically.
"Look Harry, Hermione is good and all, but I wouldn't want to move either if Serine was all up against me. Especially with those huge…"
Ron tingled with pleasure. Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"I don't believe you Ron. You don't believe don't you?" he asked angrily.
"Of course I believe you mate," he answered. "But it does seem a little odd."
"What does!?"
"That you didn't want to move or couldn't move as soon as she started rubbing up against you," said Ron coolly again. Then suddenly, a dark look flashed on his face. "Tell me Harry, did you like it? Bet it felt good didn't it? Cheating on Hermione?"
"Shut up Ron! That's not funny!" shouted Harry, looking ready to fly fists at Ron's face. But it didn't stop Ron from laughing.
"I'm kidding!" he exclaimed as Harry swung a punch and missed Ron by a hair. He gave up and grumpily sat down on the couch.
"I'm in love with Hermione, Ron," Harry said. "Get it straight! There is no other girl even half as great as Hermione."
"I know Harry, I know," said Ron, nodding. "But there's something you have to know about cheating, Harry."
"I'm not cheating!" he shouted, throwing his hands in the air.
"I know," said Ron, "but still. You have to listen to this."
"What?"
"Well," said Ron, starting to sound a bit like Hermione. "Cheating is what she perceives as cheating."
"What'd you mean?" asked Harry.
"Well, if you think that guiltless hand-holding or a innocent kiss on the cheek to a fellow witch is harmless, and Hermione sees it as cheating, then that's cheating."
Harry looked dumbfounded, wondering where on Earth he had picked that up; either from his older brothers or from experience.
"Right Ron," confirmed Harry. "I got it."
"Good. Because that information alone may save your ass one day."
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After another hard school day, Harry walked casually down the halls with Ron. He felt very happy this type of day. It was soon going to be Hermione's birthday and Harry had every reason to be excited. He saw a face he wanted to see as he turned a corner.
"Hi Harry," Hermione said when she saw him, hugging a stack of books to her chest.
"Hi Hermione," he said with a smile and he approached her, not even doing anything, except automatically leaning in and kissing her. Ron rolled his eyes as he turned away, tuning out of Harry and Hermione because when they were together, the rest of the world didn't matter.
"How was your day?" she asked him with a smile.
"Well it was really dull… until I saw you," said Harry sweetly.
Hermione responded with another smile. She took another step closer to him moving her face close to his.
"Hermione," Harry whispered slowly, "do you mind… if I…kiss… you… aga -?"
He didn't finish because Hermione had already captured her lips with his, initiating the signature kiss, not caring if anyone was watching them in the crowding hall. After the final movement (Harry kissing her on the forehead, and holding her), he looked deeply into her eyes.
"I don't know what it is Hermione," he whispered softly to her, still with foreheads touching, catching his breath from the mind-blowing kiss, "but there… there…"
"Is something really sexy about kissing me in the hall in front of everyone?" Hermione finished for him. Harry smiled.
"You really do know me better than I think don't you?"
Hermione didn't answer, he just gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
"Well I need to be going to the library to look something up."
"Of course," said Harry. "Where else would you be?"
"Harry!" she exclaimed, suddenly feeling upset with him. "Honestly! Just because I'm your girlfriend, it doesn't give you the right to tease me!"
"Sure it does," said Harry, shrugging.
Hermione scoffed before turning on her heel and taking a few paces. He felt a hand on her shoulders and knew immediately that it was Harry's. He turned her around with a pirouette and before she could yell at him. He quickly leaned in and kissed her, once again starting the signature kiss. At first, Hermione wanted to pull away, but when she felt the tenderness of his lips, she just received the kiss, still feeling upset with Harry and she was determined not to let him win that easily. This was a signature kiss that lasted a bit longer than usual and at about the 7th open-mouthed kiss, Hermione's feeling of anger was replaced with feeling of passion as she gave in into Harry's kiss, kissing him back passionately. When they had finished, Harry spoke.
"Bye Hermione," he said, as though he had not upset her. "I'll see you later?"
"Sure Harry," she responded with a sigh.
"You better go," said Harry, raising an eyebrow, "before I kiss you again. Otherwise you may never get to the library." She nodded and quickly made her way, giving him one last smile. Harry turned to find Ron waiting impatiently for him.
"It's about bloody time!" he exclaimed. "I thought that would never end. But anyway," he continued, "I saw what was happening. Hermione was totally upset with you and the next minute, she totally forgave you! How do you do it!?"
"Well I -" started Harry, but he didn't finish because he saw a face he didn't want to see approaching him. Serine Marshal. Harry reacted quickly.
"Sorry Ron," said Harry, looking very determined. "I need to get the hell out of here."
"What?" asked Ron dumfounded. Harry pointed in the direction of Serine. "Oh right! But where you going Harry?"
"Anywhere!" he exclaimed. "As long as I don't need to talk to her!" He ran away in another direction before Ron could respond, leaving him behind. Harry ran and ducked through corners, not having any idea where he was going; just as far away from Serine as possible. After about 5 minutes of running, Harry's running workout through the corridors of Hogwarts became a total waste. Just as he ran to turn a corner in an empty corridor, Serine appeared (somehow magically) on the other side.
"Hi Harry," she said, waving at him.
"Oh hi Serine," he responded in a dead tone, catching his breath.
"Why were you running?" she asked, noticing his quick intake of air.
"I was… nothing really," Harry lied. Serine looked down one corridor and another to see if anyone was there. It was empty.
"Well, do you have any energy left for me?" she asked flirtatiously taking steps toward him. Harry backed away from her until he hit a wall behind him. The wall stopped him, but that didn't stop Serine from approaching him. She again pressed her body against his, making sure that her chest was smashed against his.
"Oh Harry!" she moaned so loudly that Harry was afraid someone would hear.
"Shhh" said Harry.
"Oh, the quiet type. How kinky!"
"No, no," said Harry. He wanted to run away but once again, found that he couldn't move a muscle away from her. He tried again, putting as much effort as he could to run, but the harder he tried, the more difficult it was for him to break free. He experimented and moved his hand around her back; he could move closer to her.
"Oh yeah, Harry," she moaned again. "I knew you would give in."
"I'm not giving in!" shouted Harry, feeling very vulnerable. Serine ignored him. She turned around and slammed her back against him. She gasped with a moan and leaned her head back, resting it on Harry's shoulder. She bit her lip with pleasure and shut her eyes in concentration as she rubbed her bottom in Harry's pelvic region.
"Oh yes Harry," she said, rubbing into him even harder. "That feels so good."
"Oh no," thought Harry, noticing that he was starting to get turned on by her. It wasn't really his fault. He was a guy. Any guy, single or not, would have got an erection if a girl rubbed her voluptuous body on him.
"No, no!" thought Harry. "please don't do this Harry! Clean thought's Harry, clean thoughts!" That wasn't helping. He found that thinking to think of clean thoughts, made it even harder to think of clean thoughts and more and more dirtier thoughts raced through his head.
"I can't," said Harry, his voice trailing. Then, the inevitable happened. His breathing quickened and he closed his eyes, accepting the fact that a girl, which wasn't Hermione, was filling him up. His mind became cloudy as it was filled with uncontrollable thoughts. It came to a point to where it didn't matter who it was that was pleasuring him. So what if anyone saw him? So what if Hermione saw him? It was really her fault that he was like this. Because of her charm on her, he couldn't touch her and he couldn't have intercourse with her. She had not given him any since they had gone out and he could have it right now with Serine if he wanted to. The wait for it was unbearable and he just had to have it already.
"Ugh…" Serine moaned, as she felt Harry rub back into her. "Thank you Harry. That feels good."
Harry had totally lost his mind. He put his hands on her shoulders, still rubbing into her as she rubbed into him. His hands snaked from her shoulders, down the sides of her arms and on her belly, right below her protruding chest. Serine moaned like she never had before as Harry rubbed and caressed her stomach.
"You can touch them Harry," she said between gasps and moans, referring to her breasts. "I'm letting you."
Harry was ready. Slowly, he moved his hands up to her chest licking his lips and his hands were a bout to be filled, then, he felt it. A really deep feeling, like someone smashed his face with a boulder, like a sudden revelation. He couldn't believe what he was doing! He was actually cheating on Hermione, something that he planned never to do. He gained his senses quickly, taking his hands off her and stopped rubbing into her. He tried once again to pull away, only to find that for some odd reason, he couldn't. Even though he had given up, Serine hadn't.
"Don't stop now Harry," she said. "Quit playing hard to get and just fill me up."
"No!" he demanded. "I'm with Hermione!"
"So?" she said. "Hermione doesn't have to know."
"What!?" Harry exclaimed, still trying hard to get away from her to no luck. He couldn't believe what he was hearing and Serine just wouldn't quit. He struggled as hard as he could to break free. Then, as if anything couldn't get any worse, it did.
"Harry!"
"Oh no!" thought Harry, praying that it wasn't the voice he thought he heard. It was -
"Hermione!" he shouted, seeing her on the end of the corridor. He saw the look of disbelief and the look of being hurt and betrayed on her face, seeing the awkward position he and Serine was in. There was no way in hell he was going to explain himself out of this.
"Wait! It's not what it looks like I can explain…" But it was to late. Hermione's lip was already trembling and tears ran down her face. She buried her head in her hands, turned on her heel and ran in the opposite direction, sobbing loudly.
"Hermione wait!" he shouted after her, but Hermione didn't wait. She seemed to run even faster.
"Leave her Harry," said Serine blandly, still trying to rub into him. "You're with me now."
"NOOO!!!" shouted Harry, fighting once again to break away from her. He tried with all his might, doing all he could, using every bit of energy he had in his body. The need to get to Hermione was fueling him with energy, endorphins pulsing through his blood; it was this that gave him the strength he needed. Strangely, it felt like breaking free of a curse and his efforts seemed to be working. It felt a lot like breaking out of a binding rope, slowly loosening until (what seemed to him like) he broke free. Harry had to take a quick breath for lost of energy before he charged in the direction that Hermione had run, not even looking back to see the shocked and astonished look on Serine's face.