5. Christmas dinner and a good night
Harry and Hermione had to walk hard in order to be in time for dinner. When they reached the school, they barely had time for a short shower before dressing. Harry had to admit that it was a good thing to have the clothes already decided and laid out. Harry was the first down in the common room. They had just a few minutes now before dinnertime, and Hermione was not to be seen.
When she came down, she had a short pleated black skirt, a white blouse, Molly's cardigan with just the lower buttons done and her dress robes draped over her shoulders. The golden necklace was clearly visible around her neck. She must have done something with her face Harry mused. He had not thought about her as simply beautiful before. He had no knowledge what love and happiness can do.
"Harry, we have to run!" she said.
When they came near the doors to the great hall, they slowed down to catch their breaths. Harry offered Hermione his arm in a formal way before they entered. Everyone else seemed to have reached their seats and stood waiting behind their chairs. A whisper spread among the waiting when they walked together towards the tables. Harry saw the big clock with its figure of a goblin wielding an axe prepared to strike the hour. With a strong look, he stopped the figure until he and Hermione had reached their chairs opposite professors Dumbledore and McGonagall. Professor Snape was placed next to professor McGonagall and next to him waited madam Pomfrey. Hermione had professor Flitwick to her right, by a special chair with many cushions. Harry had madam Pince, the librarian to his left. Precisely when they reached their seats, Harry released the mechanism, and the big clock boomed its six strokes. Harry at first thought that no one had noted his tamper with the clock until he caught professor Dumbledore's twinkling eyes. "Nice touch Harry!" he whispered.
The Christmas dinner was delicious as most dinners at Hogwarts. They made small talk with others at the table. Professor McGonagall clearly was satisfied with her two pupils. Harry understood that their seating was an honour. No other students were seated at the teacher's table. McGonagall asked politely of Hermione how they had spent their day. She answered by describing the walk to Hogsmeade in beautiful winter weather, the tea with the admiring children of madame Rosmerta and their fast walk back. McGonagall then innocently turned to professor Snape.
"I hear that you Severus have business occasionally in Hogsmeade nowadays?" - "Yeah, I think we saw you today," added Harry. Professor Snape's answer was rather curt however.
"What I do in my spare time is my business. I expect to be allowed my privacy." Professor McGonagall was taken aback by the rather rude answer.
"Of course we will respect your privacy, as you will respect ours," answered Harry unperturbed, looking him straight in his eyes.
"Very well," answered professor Snape.
"Did something happen I didn't follow?" said professor McGonagall.
"Only that I, Hermione and professor Snape just reached an agreement," answered Harry, still looking at professor Snape who responded with a barely noticeable nod. Professor Dumbledore had quickly understood what had happened, though.
"Yes, privacy is important these days." he commented. He then turned to professor McGonagall. "We talked earlier this year about the disposition of dormitories in Gryffindor Tower. Perhaps it's time to open up the lower corridor already before term starts. What do you think Minerva?"
"Yes Albus, that would be sensible." She answered. "Do we have enough funding to start that already before New Year? If so, I will be in touch with Mr Mason already on Monday."
"Yes, that would be OK. I have one or two ideas of my own. Please let me talk to Mr Mason when he comes here." Professor Dumbledore then directed himself to Harry and Hermione.
"We will se to it that you have your own rooms when the new term starts."
"Please professor," added Harry, "let Ron and maybe Hermione's roommates have some new arrangements as well."
"Yes, our relation will come as a shock for him, I'm afraid. Being left alone on the top floor would be hard for Ron to take," Hermione put in.
"I doubt he will be nearly as astonished as you think", Professor Dumbledore said with twinkling eyes. "At least to an old man as myself, the step you two have taken has been quite obvious in coming. And I'm sure we will arrange something for Ronald Weasley as well".
Madame Pince, on the left side of Harry asked: "I understand you two are to be congratulated of finally being together. For how long has that been?"
"Quite recently, in fact" said Harry somewhat vaguely, "but it must have been in the dreams for both of us some while because now that it has happened, it feels like the most natural thing in the world." At those words, Hermione put her hand over Harry's and squeezed it discreetly. She didn't remove her hand.
After dinner, most of the teachers and the students moved to the groups of chairs close to the big fireplace in the hall to feast on fruits and sweets. Harry sat down in a big armchair with Hermione sitting on the armrest. They had a good time, exchanging jokes with the others. After a while Harry noted Hermione had been quiet for a few minutes. He looked up in her face and caught a dreaming expression in her eyes and a flush on her cheeks. Looking at her in his own eyelevel he saw the curve of her right breast stretching her blouse beneath her cardigan. Obviously she was wearing a white lace bra he hadn't seen before. More interesting though, her nipple showed standing out clearly. She was dreaming and not an innocent dream either. The thought sent a jolt down his loins. Soon they were to spend another night together, this time with no limitation. He reached up and drew her cardigan around her and patted her on her knee.
"Are you cold Mione? Care for a walk?"
She looked down into his smiling eyes, understanding that he had read her thoughts. "Cold? No. But a walk - Yes. I think it is time for me to say Good Night. Good Night, everyone!"
Hermione left the hall followed by Harry. Several eyes followed them to the stairs.
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They walked slowly along the corridors in silence. When they passed the big windows to the south, they stood for a while looking out over the backyard with the cold moonlight over the snow. Hermione stepped into Harry's arms. She was awarded with a long kiss.
"It's true," she said. "We have been together for a long time, at least in my thoughts. The only difference is that now it's real."
"Yes," added Harry, "even when I was dating Cho or Luna, I often in my mind discussed things with you. I heard your answers, and most times I also did things like you suggested."
"I've been thinking of kissing and snogging, and even having sex as well", Hermione whispered. "Now I'm a bit scared though."
"You don't need to be scared. You know I wouldn't dream of doing anything to you that you didn't want to do. I actually do think I have a bit of self control."
"Oh Harry, that's not the problem. I want it to be good for you. I'm not sure how to do, what to do -. I feel so uncertain of the whole thing."
Harry bent down to nuzzle her ear and whispered into it: "Mione love, you have said you love me because I am myself, and I love you because who you are and because you love me and not my name. I think we should forget about everything having to be absolutely right. If we do what we feel right at the time I think we will manage. And if we do it out of love, nothing can go terribly wrong, don't you think?"
"I have been thinking of this night all day, and I have been stuffing my knickers this evening with toilet tissue because I was so wet, and then I nearly chicken out at the last instant."
"Don't exaggerate. You haven't started chewing your lower lip yet", said Harry with a smile. "Come along, let's do it now!" He led her along through the portrait hole.
"I want my dressing gown. Wait." Hermione was herself again. She ran up the stairs to the girl dormitory. When she came back an instant later, she had taken off her dress robes and carried her dressing gown over her arm.
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When they came to Harry's room, Hermione took out two candles from under her dressing gown and put them onto the table. She lighted them with a flick of her wand. Meanwhile Harry opened his bed.
"I think we should undress each other," he said.
"Don't let it take too long," she answered in a noticeably pressed voice.
Harry stood in front of her and took her hands in his. "Mione, I'm happier than I can remember having ever been. You are so beautiful, and I love you very much." He kissed her and in the same time slid her cardigan off her shoulders. She did the same to him.
The next item was to be her blouse. His fingers were trembling slightly, but he managed to unbutton it without trouble. Meanwhile Hermione did the same with Harry's shirt. Their eyes locked and they took off each other's shirts. They stood very close and Hermione touched gently Harry's chest and moved in for a kiss. Harry let the kiss continue down Hermione's cheek, neck and collarbone. He then became acutely aware of her breasts contained in a lacy white bra. He pulled back a bit to behold these marvels like expensive sweets in a luxury box. He returned his lips to follow the silky curves. Hermione gave a sigh and pressed his head to her bosom, letting her fingers trail through his hair. After a while, she stepped back and guided his hands to the waistband of her skirt.
After some fumbling with these unfamiliar designs, he managed to unbutton the waistband and pull down the zipper. Hermione helped by wriggling off her underskirt at the same time and stepped out of it. She then reached forward and quickly opened Harry's zipper and pulled town his trousers. Without waiting, she continued to take off her own shoes and stockings. Harry followed her lead and then stepped out of the heap of trousers and shoes.
Harry had a momentary flashback of the summer the previous year. He had then seen Hermione in a bathing suit when they met at the Burrows. She was definitely a different sight now with a well-proportioned body accentuated by the white bra and matching panties. He reached for her waist and pulled her towards him. He reached behind her back and undid her bra. Hermione pressed herself against his chest so it didn't fall off however. She put her hands in the waistband of his boxers and pulled down. The boxers were rather tented though, so they got stuck. For good measure Harry grabbed her panties and tugged them down. After some wrestling they both stood naked on the floor.
"It seems you are glad to see me," Hermione giggled indicating his erection. She resolutely grabbed it in her hand and steered him towards the bed. Resourceful Hermione!
Without letting go of him she lay down on the bed and pulled him in place between her legs. When he was standing on his knees she raised her legs and guided him down. She had done some research regarding this instant. No one could deny that Hermione could master things that could be read in books. Expertly, she moved Harry's cock up and down between her folds before placing him at her entrance. "Now", she commanded. Harry sunk slowly down into her tight opening urged on by her legs closing around his waist.
The night before had not prepared either of them for this feeling. Hermione felt no pain, just utter bliss when she was completely filled. Harry for the first time experienced velvet walls against his most sensitive skin with no foreign material in between. He tried to keep still only pressing himself against her, but the feeling just became stronger and stronger - he just had to move. After two cramped thrusts, he felt as if his entire inside just flushed out through his member leaving just a whimper going out of his mouth. Hermione responded with a number of deep shudders. She crushed her legs and arms around him so hard that he felt as if things were about to break.
All of a sudden they both were drenched in sweat and panting like having run a 100-yard race. Words came back slowly. They were mainly words of endearment and fascination. After a few minutes they shifted position a little. Harry eased off his weight onto his arms and looked Hermione in her eyes and smiled. He eased out and pushed his length into her again. He was still rock hard.
"I can feel your heart beating", he said smiling. "Inside you." She responded by tightening her muscles around him twice.
"I felt that," he answered and tightened his bottom muscles twice in response.
"I felt that too. Maybe we could use this to send secret messages?"
"Yeah. The method lacks long range capability though."
"True. Just a few inches," she giggled.
Harry answered by cupping her left breast with his hand and bent down to kiss her nipple. She let out a moan and angled her hips so as to cause his cock move back and forth within her vagina. He moved his mouth to her other breast and so doing caused his dick to nearly leave her pussy. Before Hermione had time to object, he pushed in again. He did this a couple of times very slowly. They both were now quite aroused again and started to move in unison. They urged each other on until Harry suddenly stopped to catch his breath.
"We are not in a hurry you know. We have the whole night."
"Yes, but it feels so damned good," answered Hermione. "Is this a good position?" she asked, raising her legs so her knees reached her breasts.
"Yes", Harry answered after a couple of long and slow thrusts. "I think I feel your bottom."
"We fit rather well together, don't you think?" smiled Hermione closing her legs around his waist again and started rocking her hips. She was grinding her clit against his pelvic bone, and began soon to emit small noises of delight. Harry now started to match her grinding motions blended with forceful thrusts. They soon reached a mutual rhythm. They had the same meaning of slow passages and fast ones until it was only hard and fast. Finally wave after wave of the utmost pleasure washed over them and they became still gasping for breath.
They disentangled their weary limbs and lay down on their side, looking into their eyes. They slowly caressed each other with their free hands and wordlessly fell off to sleep.
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When Harry awoke it was still in the middle of the night judging by the moonlight trough the window. The candles were still alight but very much shorter. Hermione were moving, trying to get out of the bed. When she saw Harry awake she said: "I need a shower. I feel sticky all over by sweat and - other things." Harry swung his legs out of the bed making room for her to get out of it as well. After a short hesitation she left the room without her morning gown. Harry followed her down the corridor to the bathroom.
She went directly to one of the shower cabins and began to gather her hair in her hands. Harry joined her and asked. "Should I help you?"
"I don't want my hair to get wet," she answered.
"OK," he said with a smile. He took the shower handle, adjusted the temperature, and started to sprinkle her gently. He then took the bath soap; put a quantity in his hands and began to gently rub her with it. He started under her arms, worked his hands around her back and down her shoulder blades and along her spine. He added some more soap, noticing she had arched her head back with her eyes shut. He worked her breasts gently, weighing them in his hands. He continued downwards over her stomach. She raised one knee, giving him access to the inner of her thighs. "Don't get soap into my pussy," she said.
He worked her thighs noticing some stains that became slippery when they became wet. He continued with her groin, carefully applying some of the last lather in his hands, and finally finished with the brown curly hair of her pussy. She let out a short hiss.
He stood up and began to rinse the soap away with the shower held in one hand, stroking over her body with the other. She hummed happily; obviously she appreciated his attention; or was it worship? When he was done and returned to massage her breasts, she giggled: "You can stop now; I think they are quite clean by now. - Now it is my turn".
"You can keep your arms above your head," she commanded. She began by sprinkling him with the shower, just like he had done. He felt rather vulnerable standing like this, keeping his eyes shut, especially since he was aware of being somewhat aroused by his earlier treatment of Hermione. If she also noticed, he didn't know, she made no comment. She put soap in her hands and rubbed him in the same order like he had done - beginning with his arms, his back, his chest. She played shortly with his nipples and with the few hairs that had developed on his chest. The feeling sent a thrill through his body. She continued to his thighs and down his legs. She paused to renew the amount of soap in her hands. Harry, keeping his eyes shut had a momentary thought that she had finished. He got a minor shock when he felt her hand very carefully grab his balls continuing to his entire groin area and finally getting her hand around his cock. She resolutely pulled the skin back and stroked it with the lather in her hand. He twitched violently and he couldn't avoid getting hard in her hand.
She made no comment but took the shower and started to rinse the soap away. It felt so good having someone caressing his body while the warm water streamed down. He felt his erection hit her now and then while she was moving around him. He started to wonder if she touched it on purpose. The thought made nothing to ease the throbbing in his cock and when she finally wrapped her hand around it to rinse the last soap away, he knew for certain.
She stroked him with strong fingers until he couldn't help moving in response. He then got the surprise of the day (or night) when she quickly hooked up the shower handle, clasped her hands behind his neck and jumped up on him, wrapping her legs around him. If she had thought she could get him into her in one try she had miscalculated. She ended up with his cock pressed tightly up against her stomach. Harry had rapidly regained his senses however; he reached down and steered himself to her entrance and then steadied her with both hands below her thighs. He backed her up against the wall of the shower stand and pushed. The water had taken away all lubricating fluids so the first push didn't result in much. Her fluids had begun to seep out so already on the next push he managed to enter her. "Easy!" she cried out. He tried his best to go easy. He repeatedly pulled back and pushed slowly and each time he went further in. She lifted her knees and he penetrated her entirely. He continued with slow long strokes. Her mouth found his and they connected their faces as well.
From then on it was no slackening down. They raced each other until he erupted into her and she cramped around him. Harry's legs buckled under him and they ended up in a heap on the floor. Somehow the shower handle became dislocated and came down with a sharp bang. All that could be heard was heavy breathing.
"Where did you get that idea?" Harry asked when he had regained his breath.
"I read about it in one of Lavender's books," Hermione answered.
"There seems to be many benefits from reading books," Harry commented while he tried to sort out his legs from under Hermione.
"Good the shower came down. Now there is some need to rinse the goo away again," Hermione said and reached up to turn the water on. No further words were said. They rinsed themselves in turn and then towelled each other dry. Fresh and rosy but rather tired they returned to Harry's bed.
Hermione smoothed out the sheets and lay back. Harry climbed in and started a long dry kiss from her legs up her thighs, making a pause over her pussy where he drew in a long smell through his nose, and finally coming to rest against her breasts. He let out a long sigh.
"Mione, I need you. You are more important to me than anything else in the world."
She held him tight to her breasts. In a minute, he was asleep.
Hermione was laying thinking, fondly playing her fingers through Harry's hair. This situation was quite new to her. She had dreamed of something like this for several years. But now that it was real, she was awed at the speed with which this had developed. She had been fond of Harry for several years; since the first year in fact although her feelings then had been the feelings of a little girl having a best friend for the first time, and a boy at that. Through the years her feelings for Harry had developed. She was aware of him as a genuinely honest and caring person, always sensitive to the feelings of others. He had often felt a great frustration the last year or two, which had made him sometimes difficult to stand, but she had always understood the reasons for his temper and had felt sorry for him.
The episodes with Cho and Luna had been difficult. She had researched every book she could find on the topic and had realised that she had to avoid showing jealousy at all costs. Meanwhile; her own hormones had called attention to themselves. The talk and gossip of her roommates had been hard to endure because of the longings and fantasies they awoke. She had fantasized of intimate situations with Harry regularly. That had made her sensitive to his presence like nothing before. She had been afraid of showing more interest than natural thus giving her secrets away.
And now all walls and all pretence had fallen. She held not only his naked body but also his naked soul in her arms. How could she handle this enormous new task? This was indeed a challenge. She would rise to it. She felt a great happiness fill her. Harry was to be her major task in life. With a happy sigh she fell asleep.