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ATTENTION!!!! READ THIS NOTE!!! Well, hopefully this got your attention. Anyway, I have decided to add a dialog at the end of each chapter just to give you a taste of my personality and my two best friends Karlee and Ryan also known as Kg Potter and Keyan Rews.
Chapter Five
Diagon Alley
Harry stepped off of the Knight Bus. He grabbed his trunk and proceeded to drag it into the Leaky Cauldron. He tried to looked up at the bar keeper Tom, but it was difficult since he didn't have his glasses. Tom came over to Harry.
"So what can I do for you Mr. Potter?" Tom looked at Harry suspiciously. Mainly just looking at all of the cuts and bruises that covered Harry's body.
"I need a room."
"Will you be staying until you return back to school?"
"Yes."
"Very well." Tom said. The old man rubbed his chin as though he was considering something. "Follow me, Mr. Potter. You'll be staying in your old room, room eleven."
Harry nodded and followed Tom up the stairs to his room. Tom opened the door and helped Harry get settled into the room before leaving Harry standing there by himself. Harry walked over to the door that Tom left open and shut it. Harry walked back into the centre of the room and looked around.
This room was going to be his new little home once again. Harry took his clothes out of his trunk and hung them in the small closet. Harry went around and placed a few of his items here and there; just to give the room a homey feeling. After Harry had organized everything in the way he wanted, he went down the stairs and into the bar.
Harry went over to the bar and sat down at one of the stools. Tom gave Harry an odd look but didn't say anything. Harry looked up at the selections of the different types of drinks that were available. The bartender Tom walked over to Harry and gave him a drink. Harry looked up at Tom but Tom just pointed to a person sitting at the other end of the bar.
The raven-haired boy stood up and walked down to the other end of the bar to thank the person who bought him the drink. But when Harry finally came into eyesight of whom the person was Harry stopped dead in his tracks. It was Hermione Granger. Not wanting to be rude Harry walked over to Hermione and sat down in the seat next to her.
"Um…thanks Hermione." Hermione looked up at Harry.
"You're looking good," Hermione said while staring down Harry.
Harry sneered at Hermione and said, "Is that why you invited me over here… to make fun of how I look?"
"First off I didn't invite you over here, I just bought you a drink. You looked like you didn't know what to choose. Obviously you don't drink much. So I thought I would make your decision a little easier, so I chose for you."
"Oh how very kind of you." Harry said while rolling his eyes.
"Harry?"
"What?"
"What did happen to your face?"
"I don't want to talk about it." Harry said truthfully.
With that comment Hermione waved her hand. That way Tom knew to bring some more drinks over to the . Tom came and sat two glasses in front of them. Harry grabbed his glass and gulped it down. Harry was trying to drown himself in the liquor; he was trying to forget about the last week with his uncle. Hermione watched Harry drown his sorrows in the bottom of a glass. Someone is thirsty. He'll end up being so wasted that he'll end up telling me what happened to his face.
The more Harry drank the more drinks Hermione ended up having to buy. When Harry had finally stopped drinking he looked over at Hermione who was as just as equally drunk.
"Why are you buying me all of these drinks?"
"It looks like you could use them. And I have the money to spare."
"Oh," was all Harry could think of to say.
"So what happened to your face?"
"Why do you want to know that I got beat?" Aaahhhh, so he was beat…by whom? "Why do you care about my cuts and bruises?"
"I don't." Harry gave Hermione an odd look so Hermione quickly explained, "I meant what happened to your glasses?"
"Why would you care?" Harry tried to sneer, but in his drunken state it didn't work out to well.
"I didn't mean that in a negative way."
"Well, it doesn't matter. I can't see a damned thing without them. That is going to be the first thing I buy tomorrow."
"That's too bad." Hermione replied truthfully.
"What do you mean 'too bad'?"
"I mean you look good with out them. I love to look at your eyes. They're just so beautiful and with those silly things on, I can't see them."
Harry blushed a crimson colour. He then ordered another drink. He was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. He saw the bushy haired girl yawn. So he asked, "You sleepy?"
"Only a little."
"Then maybe we should go upstairs."
Harry stood up and waited for Hermione to do the same. When Hermione attempted to stand up she staggered backwards then forwards and ran right into Harry. Causing both of the Gryffindors to fall on their arses. Harry couldn't help but to giggle like a girl when he caught the confused girl in his arms.
When they both got to their feet again Hermione began to walk in front of Harry. She turned around grabbed Harry's hand and began to lead him upstairs. Hermione stopped in front of a door. Harry looked up at the number of the door; it was room 13. Hermione took her wand out and pointed it at the door and said "Alohomora." Harry gave Hermione a confused look. Hermione slurred out, "I don't want anyone getting into my stuff."
Harry shrugged and followed Hermione into the room. When they were both in the room Hermione locked the door back. Hermione directed Harry over to two chairs set up in the corner of the room. Harry sat down and eyed the drunken Gryffindor girl.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I was thinking…"
"About what?"
"You."
"What about me?"
"I just think it's kinda weird for you to be here and all."
"What you think I can't care of myself?" Hermione teased.
"I know that."
"Then what? Why do you think its weird?"
"Well, I mean don't you usually spend it with your parents? I mean, are you not supposed to be out at Ron's?"
"My parents don't always want me around. And as for Ron, I don't have to stay there; besides he knows that I am out here."
"And why on earth would your parents not want you there?"
"You don't know them."
"Well, when I saw them before they seemed very nice."
"Yes, they seem nice. But all families have their dirty little secrets."
"And what kind of secrets does your perfect little family have?"
"First off, my family is anything and everything but perfect. And I don't know if I really want to tell you about my 'families little dirty secret'."
"Okay. Sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad at me or anything…I just wanted to know what made your life such a living hell? Is that too much to ask?"
"No…I guess not…Well it all started at the beginning of the summer. I told my parents about everything that had happened to us at Hogwarts and they kept going on and on about how they are never going to let me come back because it is just too dangerous."
"But why would they do that?"
"I don't know. I guess they are worried about me and all, but I mean I can take care of myself. I'm not a baby. But it didn't really get to bad until my father got involved."
"What did your father do?"
"Let me put it this way, mom was the only person that I told about everything, then she runs off and tells my father."
"Let me guess, he overreacted."
"He did more than overreact.."
"What do you mean? What happened?"
"My father picked up a new habit, drinking."
"That's definitely not good."
"No kidding."
"So what did he do?"
"He got drunk like he always did…and he needed a release."
"What do you mean?"
"I got to become my father's personal punching bag. Whenever he got drunk he would always come after me. He would say that I was a no good little brat and that I didn't deserve to live any longer."
"What did your mother do?"
"What could she do? I mean if you saw a completely crazed drunken man are you really going to try and fight him off…or are you just going to stand there and watch everything happen?"
"I would…if I really loved the person."
"Well, obviously my mother didn't love me to much."
"So what happened?"
"He came after me one night completely out of his mind. He said that he was going to clean the family name. That I was trash and deserved to die."
"You don't mean…"
"Yeah, the sick bastard was going to kill me. When he came after me, I hid. I went to my father's study and grabbed some Floo Powder and went to Ron's house. I told him what my father was trying to do. He put me in a closet in his house and left to go to my house. He said that he would go talk to my father."
"So what happened to him?"
"Well, neither Ron nor my father know, but I followed Ron back to my house. I didn't want Ron to get hurt so I followed him. Ron and father had a fight in the living room. My father grabbed him and just began to hit him over and over and beat him until he stopped moving. I flooed myself back to Ron's. I was scared. I couldn't watch anything else he did. When Ron finally did come back to his house, he looked like death. I couldn't even believe that he was still alive."
"So is that why you started to go out with Ron?"
"Yeah, I mean, I owe the guy my life. Without him I wouldn't be living right now."
"What about your father?"
"He stopped drinking. But he still didn't stop the beatings. So I ran away. I came here. Nobody could pay me enough to go back to that place…"
"So you've been staying here? All summer?"
"Yes. This room and Hogwarts are my home, now. I have nowhere else to go." Both Gryffindors sat in silence for some time before Hermione asked Harry, "Are you going to tell me what happened to your face now?"
"I guess."
"You know you already said that you got beat…"
"I did?"
"Yes. So you beat you?"
"My uncle…"
"The muggle?"
"Yes."
"Why did he beat you?"
"Because he said I deserved it. He said it was punishment."
"Punishment for what?"
"Calling my cousin gay, not being easy enough, wanting it all to stop, punching a hole in the wall…"
"Why did you call your cousin gay?"
"Because my cousin didn't believe me when I said his father attacked me when he found out about me punching a hole in the wall."
"Ok we've two things done with. What about 'not being easy enough' what's that supposed to mean?"
"You've got to swear that what I tell you…it won't leave this room."
"I won't tell anyone."
"My uncle, he beat the shit out of me until I couldn't move."
"WHAT!?!"
"Hermione don't yell…"
"But…why…why would he do that?"
"I don't know… he said that it was my punishment."
"For what?"
"I don't know…I guess breathing, living, something."
"Why didn't you ever use magic on them, to make him stop or something?"
"After last year, I never wanted to use magic again. I don't want to be on trial again. I don't want to have to go through the things that I had to go through again. Besides, ever since Sirius, ever since the accident I have never wanted to really use magic again. I saw the evils of magic and every time I use it just reminds me over and over of how I'm going to have to use that same kind of magic against Voldemort in the end…"
"What do you mean, 'in the end'?"
"Nothing…"
"Why didn't Dumbledore or Lupin or someone come check on you. Because I sent an owl out two days before everything started saying that I was tired of writing to them about me doing nothing. I said that I doubted that I would owl them everything 3 days anymore. Besides, after I sent Hedwig, she never came back until a little while ago."
"So, when you never sent any messages back they didn't think anything of it because you already said that you weren't going to write."
"The story of my life…always saying shit at the wrong time and always doing things that I thought would help when I should have just left things alone."
"Harry, you can't blame yourself for how things have turned out."
"I can do whatever the bloody hell I feel like doing." Harry said smugly.
"Harry…why didn't you leave sooner…I mean, if it was so horrible and all why didn't you just leave?"
"I wanted to leave more than anything in the world. I had a few chances to run away to leave, but every time I wanted to leave I realized that I had absolutely no where to go. Besides, the first time he beat me, I was just in complete shock. I kept telling myself that it wasn't real, that everything was some kind of horrible dream and that I would wake up and find myself perfectly fine in my bed. But I never woke up…"
"So what happened…I mean what happened to where you wanted to run away?"
"My aunt and cousin went on a week long trip. So that whole week, like two or three times a day…he would…he would do it."
Hermione and Harry both sat in silence for a few moments before Hermione asked, "What happened to your glasses?"
"I was in the kitchen washing the dishes and he shoved me out of the kitchen. I busted my head on a table. They shattered and the glass went everywhere some of it cut me right here." Harry replied while trailing his fingers over the cut.
"What about your chin?"
"When I was running down the stairs to escape, I missed a stair and went falling straight down headfirst.
Hermione stood up from her chair. She walked over to Harry. She held her hand out. She traced her fingers over the newly made cut. Her fingers froze; she then dropped her hand to where it rested at her side. Chocolate eyes met Emerald. Hermione leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Harry's lips.
Harry was shocked at first. But soon let the feeling that was going through his body take control. Hermione pulled back from Harry; she wanted to look into those eyes. They both smiled at each other. Hermione walked over to the other side of the room. She took all of her clothing off except for her bra and panties then proceeded to crawl into the bed.
Harry felt like he was put into a trance as the other Gryffindor began to undress herself. Harry just sat there watching the girl, until Hermione called out for Harry to join her. He stripped his clothing off besides his boxers and laid down onto the bed with Hermione. Harry crawled over to the little girl. He laid down beside her.
Hermione reached over and grabbed Harry. She then pulled him closer to herself. Hermione traced her fingers up and down Harry's spine. This movement caused Harry to gasp out; Hermione's touch had sent a cold chill through his body. Hermione pulled Harry closer to herself. She leaned in and placed a light kiss upon Harry's lips.
Harry ran his fingers through Hermione's hair. He grabbed Hermione's head and pulled her closer, deepening their kiss. Harry lightly bit on Hermione's bottom lip. Sending an overwhelming feeling of pleasure through Hermione's body. She complied and opened her mouth, reviling her taste to Harry.
As their tongues swirled around each others causing a fire to spread within their bodies. Hermione ran her hand down Harry's fine cut stomach, stopping when she reached the top of Harry's boxers. Harry moaned out as Hermione's hand glided over the soft fabric that was hiding Harry's arousal. Hermione pulled away from Harry's kiss. She wanted to look into Harry's beautiful eyes.
Hermione's clever hand slipped underneath the fabric and began to tease Harry's erection. Hermione wrapped her hand around Harry and began to thrust her hand up and down on him. Harry leaned forward and captured Hermione in another kiss. Harry began to moan into their kiss as Hermione moved her hand faster on Harry.
Harry let his hands explore Hermione's body, sliding over her shoulders and down her back and up over her chest. Harry let his hand fall onto Hermione's back once again and undid the clasp on her bra. His fingers returned to the front and brushed over Hermione's nipples and Hermione made a soft, quiet noise in the back of her throat.
Shyly Harry began to rub his hand in-between Hermione's smooth, tan legs. Harry pulled Hermione's panties off of her. He began to run his hands over the insides of Hermione's thighs. Hermione gasped when Harry's talented fingers ran across her clitoris. Becoming restless Hermione flipped herself on top of Harry.
Hermione pushed down against him, rubbing their body parts together, and Harry's breath caught, he began bucking up against her. Hermione ran her hands down Harry's chest and stopped at the waistband of his boxers. Looking up at Harry to make sure that he was okay with it, Hermione took Harry's boxers off. Hermione's hand once again grasped Harry's cock. Harry reached down on Hermione also and began to run his talented finger's across her sweet spot.
Both Gryffindors began to run their hands all over each other. It felt odd for Harry to be touching someone in such a personal way. But nevertheless Harry wanted to pleasure her as much as he wanted his cock to be pleasured. Harry slowly moved his hand over Hermione causing Hermione to murmer out a few incoherent words.
Soon their hands became erratic and desperate, both were needing their releases. Harry ran his free hand up Hermione's back and into her hair. Murmers, moans, and groans soon filled the room. Hermione ran her hand down Harry's side, and then she plunged it underneath Harry and grabbed his arse.
Harry couldn't hold himself back any longer, his cock twitched in Hermione's hand; he had met his release. Harry flipped himself on top of Hermione so he could touch her easier. Not to mention, he liked feeling like he was the one in control of their actions. Harry continued to rub Hermione desperately. Harry wanted the Gryffindor girl to come just as hard as he had. He wanted the girl to feel the same way. Hermione's breaths turning into panting, she couldn't think properly any longer, her body began to shake; she could feel herself close to the edge.
"Harry…" Hermione moaned out as she too reached her orgasm.
At first it shocked Harry when Hermione had met her release. He wasn't sure what to expect…but he wasn't expecting Hermione to call out his name. Hermione laid herself down on the bed beside Harry. She looked over at the raven haired boy and smiled. She had never seen the boy look more beautiful.
Hermione leaned in and pressed a light kiss on Harry's lightening bolt scar. A sudden rush of fire spread through Harry's body as Hermione's lips came into contact with his scar. Harry's body shook in Hermione's arms. Harry pulled himself closer to Hermione. Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry. Harry laid his head over Hermione's heart.
The sound of Hermione's heartbeat was music to Harry's ears. It was slowly starting to put him to sleep. Hermione looked down at the boy in her arms. A small smile crept over her face as she saw the boy sleeping peacefully in her arms. Hermione leaned over and grabbed her wand out of her pants, which were lying on her bedside table
Hermione whispered a simple spell and the light in the room disappeared. Leaving the two in total darkness. Hermione curled her body around Harry's sleeping figure. Hermione could smell the sweet scent of Harry's hair. It seemed to be hypnotizing her. All too soon, Hermione also found herself going to visit the place where anything can happen and your wildest dreams can come true; this place was known as slumber land.
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The next morning the sun was glowing on full blast. A young man named Harry Potter rolled over in his bed. He opened his eyes but immediately shut them back. The sun was far too bright for his eyes this early in the morning. Not to mention that he had an extremely bad headache from all of the liquor he had consumed the day before.
Harry reached over for the bedside table to grab his wand. But there was no wand. Harry slowly opened his eyes and realized that he wasn't in his own room. Where in the bloody hell am I? Harry felt something odd behind him. It was heavy and moving slightly. Not to mention the warmth coming off if. Whatever it was it also had it's hands wrapped around him.
At that moment Harry's memories came slamming back into his mind. Talking to Hermione down at the bar, them going back up to Hermione's room, Hermione talking about her father, him telling Hermione about his uncle, Hermione kissing him, then everything went black and Harry knew no more.
Harry slowly turned around. He opened his eyes and saw a very peaceful and innocent looking Hermione Granger. Harry smiled. He had never in all his years at Hogwarts seen Hermione look so peaceful and calm. Harry leaned into Hermione. He liked the warmth coming off of her. Who would have guessed that such a cold person could be so warm?
As Harry leaned into Hermione, Hermione's eyes began to flutter open. She looked down at the person that was snuggling close to her, the person that she had her arms wrapped around.
"Harry?" Hermione said in disbelief.
Harry looked up at Hermione with his mysterious green eyes. Harry gave her a small smile. Not knowing what she was doing, Hermione began to play with Harry's hair. Harry leaned into Hermione's touch…it just felt so good. Harry looked back up at Hermione. Without realizing what he was doing, he leaned in and pressed a light kiss on Hermione's lips.
Much to both Gryffindors' surprise, Hermione kissed Harry back. Hermione snaked her tongue across Harry's lips. Without hesitation Harry opened his mouth and let Hermione in. When it finally clicked in their minds what they were doing, they pulled away from each other.
Harry flipped off the bed in his haste to get away from the brunette. It was only then that Harry realized that he had been naked. Harry looked down at himself then at Hermione, who also seemed to realize Harry's naked state. Harry reached up and grabbed one of the sheets off of Hermione's bed and covered himself.
Hermione looked over at Harry uncertainly. Oh Merlin, what in the hell did we do last night… THINK Hermione THINK!!!! WHAT HAPPENED!!! Hermione was yelling at herself mentally. It was at that moment when the memory of kissing Harry resurfaced to her brain. Oh god, we didn't. We couldn't have.
It was obvious to Hermione that Harry must have been thinking the same thing. Considering the look that Harry had on his face. Hermione once again looked up at Harry, this time catching his eye. "It was a mistake."
"Hermione, there are no such things as mistakes. There are only things that we do and things that we don't do."
Hermione took a moment to think over what Harry had just said before asking, "Did we… well you know?"
"I don't know… I can't remember." Harry answered uncertainly.
"Me either."
"You don't think we did…. Do you?"
"I don't know…I mean why else would we be naked in my bed?"
"I don't know…I don't think that we…well you know…"
"Yeah…"
"I think I should leave…"
"That would probably be best."
Harry stood up with the sheet wrapped around himself, grabbed his clothes, and left the room. Harry quickly ran down the hallway to his own room and slammed the door behind him. Harry dropped his clothing and the sheet in the middle of the room and walked over to the bathroom.
Harry stood in front of the mirror to examine himself. He noticed a few love bites on his neck. But you can't get those from just kissing. You can also get those from shagging also, said an annoying little voice in the back of Harry's mind.
Harry ran his hand down his stomach. He froze. He felt something dried to his stomach. Harry looked down. His eyes went wide. "HOLY FUCK!!!" Harry shouted. NO NO NO!!! THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING!!! NO FUCKING WAY IS THIS HAPPENING!!! Harry took a deep breath.
I'm just imaging it. It's all in my mind. And all over your stomach, the little voice said once again. Harry heard a scream coming from the direction of Hermione's room. Obviously she's found what I've found. Well, if it's on my stomach…then that means that we obviously didn't go any further. Sickened by his own thoughts and wanting to get it off of his stomach Harry stepped inside of the shower.
A few minutes later Harry had come out of the shower, gotten himself dressed and was now heading downstairs for breakfast. Harry saw a certain Gryffindor sitting over in a dark corner. Harry walked over there and sat himself across from the Gryffindor. Hermione looked up from her cup of coffee. She saw that Harry had a worried expression on his face.
"I take it you found the same thing I did…"Harry began to say.
"Find what? I didn't find anything." Hermione said stubbornly.
"I know you did…I could hear you scream."
"So what if I did find something."
"Well, then…" Harry began. He leaned in closer to Hermione and began to whisper, "We obviously did do something last night, that we can't remember."
"Are you trying to say that we did something last night, Potter?" Hermione said, still not trying to believe the obvious.
"DAMN IT Hermione!!!" Harry shouted, getting some odd looks from people around them.
"Would you just shut up already?" Hermione whispered harshly.
"You know damn well as I do…that we did…well I don't know what we did, but we sure as hell did something!"
"I know that already Harry!! I had some nice little streaks of white on my bed to prove it too!! Now if you're done stating the obvious…" Hermione began but was cut off as two owls swooped through the room.
They headed right for Harry and Hermione. Both owls dropped their letters then flew back off. Harry looked at the letter in front of him it said,
Hermione Granger
Diagon Alley
Leaky Cauldron
Room 13
Harry looked over at Hermione who was also looking at him. Both of them swapped their letters back to their owners. Harry ripped his apart and pulled the letter out. It read:
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have an 'O' in Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration, an 'E' in Charms, Herbology and Divination, an 'A' in History of Magic and a 'T' in Astronomy, bringing your total O.W.L count to 11.
Harry cringed when he saw the last grade for Astronomy, but he kept reading.
If you still would like to pursue your career choice as an Auror, it is recommended that you take the NEWT level of Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, History of Magic, and Potions. However, if you feel that being an Auror is not what you want to do after all, come to your Head of House's office to discuss your options.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Head of Gryffindor House
Deputy Headmistress
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry let out a whoop of happiness, drawing the attention of everyone in the room; he blushed slightly under the scrutiny. Harry looked up at Hermione, who had just got done reading his letter.
"I believe you did well…otherwise you wouldn't be whooping."
"Yes, actually I think I did very good." Harry said while sticking his nose up in the air.
"Well Mr. Smarty Pants, what did you get?"
"I got 11 O.W.L.s…what did you get?"
"I got 14 O.W.L.s." Hermione quickly read over the books she would be needing for this school year. She looked up at Harry who was also reading his list. "I think that we should go to Diagon Alley by ourselves. If people see us together they'll get the wrong impression. They will either think we are together or that you've gone completely mad. Besides, I'm supposed to meet Ron at Flourish and Blotts. "
"What makes you think they would think I'm mad?" Harry said sarcastically.
"Because people would rather think of you as mad before you actually dating a girl like me." Hermione said in all honesty.
"Alright, alright, we'll go by ourselves. I don't know what made you think I would want to go with you anyway." Harry said while rolling his eyes.
"Oh shut up, Potter." Hermione said as she stood up.
Harry and Hermione made their ways out to the backyard still fussing over nothing. Harry pulled out his wand, tapped the third brick from the left above the trash bin, stood back and watched as the archway into Diagon Alley opened in the wall. Giving each other once last fake sneer they walked off in separate directions.
Harry first went to Gringotts to fill up his moneybag. Once he was out of there he headed over to a smaller shop and bought himself some new glasses. After he had found some new glasses he went over to Flourish and Blotts to buy his new books. Before Harry could even get into the store, he had already met up with an old friend, Ronald Weasley.
"Harry, mate!!!" Ron called out to him over the crowd. Harry walked over to Ron, a smile appearing on both boys' faces. "Sorry about this summer. Anyway, Happy Late Birthday."
"Thanks, Ron." Harry replied as a blush started to sweep over his face.
"How many O.W.L.s did you get?"
"I only got 11." Harry said; feeling slightly depressed that it wasn't a higher score. After hearing Hermione's he thought that maybe he should have more.
"That's better than me…I only got 8." Ron said with a large grin on his face.
Harry could see a group of red-heads walking their way. As Ginny Weasley approached Harry called out hello to her, but she just blew right passed him and walked over towards Ron. "Ron, I think that we should be going." She grabbed Ron's hand and they just left. Leaving Harry standing there alone.
In the distance, a boy stood in the shadows watching Harry. He saw how Harry and Ron were getting along. He saw how Ginny came up. He saw how Harry had tried to talk to her. He saw her blow him off. He saw her take Ron away from Harry, leaving Harry alone. After seeing this, a red-headed boy with chocolate eyes know as Aaron Weasley officially hated Ginny Weasley.
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That night Harry Potter was in his room putting his new belongings away in his trunks when he heard screaming from room number 12. Harry was trying to ignore the people yelling and he was about to go downstairs for dinner when he overheard Ron's voice saying sorry.
"SORRY!?!?! YOU'RE SORRY!?!?!"
Harry quickly walked over to the wall and placed his ear against it. Trying to here better of what Ginny and Ron were arguing about.
"Ginny, would you please just calm down."
"CALM DOWN!?!?! CALM DOWN!?!?! RONALD WEASLEY I SWEAR I SHOULD KILL YOU SOMETIMES!!!"
"GINNY!!! WOULD YOU LISTEN TO ME??? Nothing happened…"
"NO YOU LISTEN TO ME!!! HE'S DANGEROUS RON!!! YOU HEARD WHAT HE SAID!!! THERE IS SERIOUSLY SOMETHING WRONG WITH HARRY!!!"
"NO THERE ISN'T!!! THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU GINNY!!! I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN TO YOU BASH MY BEST FRIEND!!!"
"RON IF YOU WOULD JUST LIS--"
"NO YOU LISTEN!!! I KNOW WHAT PERCY SAID!!! I WAS RIGHT THERE BESIDE YOU!!! But I don't believe it!!! Harry hasn't changed!!! He's the same old Harry that we've been going to school with for the last 5 years!!! There is nothing different about him Gin'!!"
"YES THERE IS!!! Ron I'm not saying he's evil, but there is something wrong with him. He is fucking connected to VOLDEMORT!!! He can see inside of his mind and Voldemort can see inside of his!!! He's not safe!! You can't tell him anything, without risking Voldemort knowing!!! Last year, he about got us all KILLED RON!!! He did get Sirius killed. Do you want to be next???"
"Ginny, that makes no sense."
"If you would have actually listened to Percy then it would. There is a prophecy Ron. Either Harry dies or Voldemort dies. One of them has to kill the other in the end. That's why Voldemort has been coming after Harry all of these years. He's been trying to kill him. I doubt that he would care if he has to kill us along with Harry!! I'm sorry but I'm not going to risk my neck for someone who will end up dieing."
"Ginny you don't know that. Harry has beaten him year after year, what makes you think he'll lose?"
"Because there is some magic that is so dark Ron, that I know Harry wouldn't even consider touching. But I know Voldemort would use that against him. Ron, please just stay away from him. At least for now. At least until we get all of the facts."
"Ginny, I don't think I can do-"
"Please, Ron. If you got hurt or killed I don't know what I would do. Please, just stay away from him."
"Fine."
Harry walked over to his bed and sat down on the corner of it. He could hear Ron and Ginny's door open then close. He could hear them walking downstairs. Harry suddenly didn't feel like going downstairs anymore. Harry placed his head in his hands and began to cry. That's why I couldn't come over this summer. They think I'm going to end up killing them all. They think I'm just some kind of dangerous weapon. They think that I'm going to…to die. They're never going to talk to me again. I don't have any friends anymore. My friends completely hate me…
There was a knock on the door. Harry quickly dried his tears and called out for the person to come in. Hermione slowly opened the door. She walked in and shut it back. She strolled over to Harry's bed and sat down beside him. Hermione looked at Harry. She could tell that Harry had just been crying.
"I…um…"
"You heard?" Harry asked
"Yeah. I did." Hermione said thoughtfully
"Is that why you're here now?"
"Yes and No." Hermione took a deep breath, "I came to see how you were after I heard that. But I also came because I want to see you."
Harry looked up at Hermione. A small smile appeared on the boy's full red lips. Funny how little things can always make everything seem to be okay. Funny how certain people can make you feel, the little voice said once again. Harry leaned over towards Hermione and kissed her once again.
Hermione and Harry crawled onto bed with each other. They slowly began to kiss one another. Hermione's hands started to undo the buttons of Harry's shirt. She looked down at the newly exposed skin and could feel herself growing hungrier for Harry's body. She ran her hands over Harry's unnaturally soft skin, trying to memorize every inch of the Gryffindor boy. Harry had also managed to take Hermione's top off, but he moved lower and started to fumble with pulling her skirt up and off.
Harry wheeled himself over on top of Hermione and looked down at the beautiful Gryffindor girl. He leaned down and kissed Hermione languidly, biting and sucking and nipping at Hermione's now deep red bottom lip, and rubbed Harry needingly over his jeans. As the skin of their chest's came into contact, it sent a wave of fire through their bodies. Hermione rolled herself onto Harry, wanting to take control of their actions.
Hermione's palm trailed down Harry's body, her fingers first brushing over his nipple then down to navel before she grazed the palm of her hand over the front of Harry's jeans causing them to become even tighter. Harry moaned loudly, and started clutching at Hermione. Hermione then rubbed her own wetness against Harry's causing them both to moan out. Hermione's hands skimmed once again over Harry's abdomens until she reached the top of his pants and undid them. As Hermione took Harry's pants off the Gryffindor gave him little kisses on his face. Hermione wrapped her hand around Harry and started to stroke him firmly, moving in an unsteady rhythm, which caused Harry became weak to Hermione's touch, but at the same time he wanted Hermione to cause him more pleasure. Hermione began to kiss her way down Harry's body. She wrapped her mouth around Harry's member and began to suck and tease him.
Hermione went lower on Harry, not really knowing what to do. By guess, she put her lips up to Harry's member and started to leave kisses on it. Harry could feel the hot breath breeze over his cock, chilling the skin, but only making the fire in his stomach grow rapidly. A strong hand gripped his cock softly, yet firmly, and more little kisses were placed on the underside, then the kisses were traced by a tongue going from head to base and back.
Hermione flicked her tongue across the head of Harry, causing Harry to let out an unexpected moan. Hermione could feel the precum beginning to surface on the tip of Harry's cock.
She crawled her way back up to him and began to lay kisses on his face once again. Hermione kept working her hand over Harry's erection before she crawled back down Harry's body and put her mouth to the tip of his not-so-little-one.
The emerald eyed boy could feel the chocolate-eyed girl's warm pale pink lips curl around him, sucking needingly. Hermione eased her throat and swallowed as much of Harry as she could. Shivers went down Harry's spine as Hermione sucked him so teasingly. He threw his head back spilling jet black hair on the pillow in ecstasy. He tried to suppress his moans, but was failing miserably.
Harry gripped Hermione's hair pushing her head further down on to him. He wanted Hermione to take more of him; he wanted to be inside of Hermione. It just made him feel so wonderful every time Hermione teased the underside of his cock with her clever tongue. It started to be excruciating for Harry, especially when Hermione started to go so slowly, when all he wanted was Hermione just to suck him as fast and hard as possible. It was getting harder and harder for Harry to stay moving at this slow speed. Harry's body was demanding release but the slow speed at which Hermione was moving at wouldn't allow it.
He lost all sense of control; Harry started to thrust himself deep inside of Hermione's mouth. Hermione grabbed Harry's hips trying to keep him from thrusting, but after Harry broke free from her grip, she just allowed the emerald eyed boy to do as he pleased.
"Oh god…mmmgh…. Mmm…fuck, Hermione." Harry said breathlessly. "I'm gonna…" But Hermione just licked the tip of Harry's cock once more before swallowing it. Harry wanted to thrust into Hermione to make his release, but Hermione pinned him down mercilessly. Soon, Harry could do nothing besides shake and gasp and just enjoy what Hermione was doing to him. Hermione swirled her warm tongue around the head of Harry's cock for few, what seemed to be like long moments, then would abruptly swallow his entire length. After a few more moments of Hermione teasing his cock, Harry came violently in her mouth.
Harry looked down at his lap and began to watch Hermione as she continued to ride out the rest of Harry's orgasm. Harry watched her pink tongue swirl his cum around his cock before licking it and swallowing it all down her throat. The sight of Hermione doing this was almost enough for Harry to cum again.
Hermione came out from Harry's lap and kissed Harry lightly on the lips. Harry flipped Hermione over onto her back; Harry wanted to return the favour. He went down and licked Hermione's clitoris. Hermione's breath caught in her throat. Fire and ice spread through her body as Harry continued to lick and suck her.
Harry's innocence and not knowing what he was doing was turning Hermione on even more. She liked the fact that Harry would do little things not knowing if they were right or not. But he did them anyway. Hermione's mind began to scream for release.
"Harry…please…faster…"
Harry began to suck Hermione off faster and harder. But not hard enough for Hermione. Harry tilted his head and began to lick her as fast as he possibly could. He could feel Hermione's body began to shake beneath him. Harry let his hand's wander up Hermione's body. His smooth fingers began to rub themselves across Hermione's pink hard nipples. More and more mumbling could be heard coming out of Hermione's mouth.
With one last lick, Hermione called out Harry's name, her entire body twitched, and she too had met her release. Harry crawled back up to Hermione and laid down beside her. He leaned in. Full red lips met pale pink lips.
"Is this what you think we did last night?" Harry teased.
"No…otherwise it wouldn't have been all over my sheets." They both laughed before snuggling close together and falling asleep.
To Be Continued…
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Author's Note: Also, can you believe that at first I didn't plan on writing Hermione in this chapter!! Now that I have added her, I like this chapter a lot more!! I really don't think that this chapter would have been the same if it didn't have her in. I think you all deserved a little bit of Harry/Hermione action so I decided to add that it for you all! : )
ATTENTION!!!! READ THIS NOTE!!! Well, hopefully this got your attention. Anyway, I have decided to add a dialog at the end of each chapter just to give you a taste of my personality and my two best friends Karlee and Ryan also known as Kg Potter and Keyan Rews.
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Kg Potter: Holy smokes look at them two go!
Keyan Rews: OMG!
Hake Balms: *evil laugh* interesting….
Kg Potter: very interesting…
Keyan Rews: oh lovely
Hake Balms: oh how much fun that would be… hopefully I'll find out soon…
Kg Potter and Keyan: WHAT!?!?!
Hake Balms: Did I say that aloud?
Keyan Rews: um…yea
Hake Balms: *hides head and blushes*
Kg Potter: by the way…who in the heck is Aaron Weasley?
Hake Balms: NEW SUBJECT! So, what did ya'll think about Hermione's new angry personality.
Keyan Rews: Not very Hermioneish. *fake sobs* bring her back…
Kg Potter: I like her when she's in control
All: Laugh
Keyan Rews: I wish I could have been in Harry's spot in a few scenes *smiles and blushes*
Kg Potter: OMG!
All: Laugh
Kg Potter: Hey, on Tuesday aren't you supposed to eat a lot?
Hake Balms: What for?
Kg Potter: It's FAT TUESDAY!!
Hake and Keyan: Okay…
Kg Potter: Get it…it's Tuesday and if you eat you'll get fat! HA FAT TUESDAY!!
Hake Balms: Okay…you're nuts…Keyan…get the muzzle, her privilege of speaking has been revoked.
Keyan Rews: *Hands muzzle over* Here ya go
Hake Balms: *jumps on Kg Potter and straps muzzle on her* There we go…all better *pats Kg Potter on head*
Kg Potter: grrrr….*swings head around and beats head into wall trying to get muzzle off*
Keyan Rews: Haha…she can't get out *stares in shock as it comes off* oh, no…
Kg Potter: You're gonna get it now…BOTH OF YOU!!
Keyan Rews: HEAD FOR THE HILLS!! *takes off running*
Hake Balms: what's going on…*looks around the place and sees a very angry Kg Potter* ooooooohhhhhhh
Keyan Rews: RUN DIPWAD!! RUN!!
Hake Balms: I'm coming *starts running in wrong direction.*
Kg Potter and Keyan: laugh
Hake Balms: *stops 3 feet away form Kg Potter, looks around* oh yeah. Ha. Wrong way! *starts running right way*
Kg Potter: *pounces on Hake then chases down Keyan* laughs evilly *binds and gags both*
To Be Continued…
Author's Note: I know…I know…it's retard, dumb, stupid, and a waste of time. But I just wanted to give all of my readers a bit of my personality. I mean you can tell a little bit about my life from my story (the sadness, I used to cut, abuse, etc.) but you never really got to see my personality in full blown power like all of my friends get to see…therefore you never really see me. Tootles! See-ya Saturday!