1. What you can learn from Detention
I know, I know this has more than likely been done several times before, but this crept into my head last night while I was dreaming. Okay, Harry has just come back after a very long night of detention with Snape and has forgotten to tell Hermione that that was were he would be from 8pm until when ever Snape let him out. So she's in the Common room thinking something horrible has happened to him. What she really hasn't planned on is how she'll forgive him. (Italics have already happened.)
H/Hr romance (must kill bunny) one-shot PWP (plot-what-plot) NC-17 (smut-o-plenty)
Warning: There is a brief mention of a same-sex relation. Please keep that in mind if it offends; it's not my intention to upset anyone.
Disclaimer: Oh, yeah come on! If I were She-who-must-not-be-named don't you think we'd all be enjoying the Harry Potter books more? So therefore any attempts to sue me will just end in heartache and tears.
What you can learn from Detention
By Harrys girl
The hallways back to Gryffindor were cold and dimly lit, but that was to be expected. After all it was well past curfew and Harry was pretty sure that Snape took some kind of sick, twisted joy in the thought of sending Harry back to his House late at night in hopes that Filch would catch him and Harry would be put in detention again. That's where Harry was coming from so late at night.
Earlier in the week during potions class Snape was instructing the students in making a blood replenishing potion that was a standard item in their forth coming NEWT's in the spring. One of the ingredients for the potion was powered leech skin and while applying the powder to their potions Malfoy, in his infinite snottiness, leaned over to Harry and Ron's table and quietly made reference to a live leech and Hermione.
“Hey, Scarhead. When you kiss your Mudblood girlfriend do you ever get the sensation that a giant leech is sucking your face?” asked Malfoy.
“I think your confusing Hermione with that cross between Bundimun* and Chizpurfle* you call your girlfriend, Pansy.” Retorted Harry as Ron snickered and Hermione smiled as Harry defended her honor.
However Snape, being the insufferable prat that he is, ignored Malfoy's comment and took twenty points from Gryffindor for Harry's lack of attention during class and told Harry to wait after class for his detention instructions. The Slytherin's just smirked and snickered, but Harry had gotten in a good comeback and they all knew it. In fact Pansy was still fuming five minutes later.
Harry was so ticked off with Snape that he didn't even mention to Hermione or Ron that he would be serving detention with Snape that Friday at eight in the evening. Instead, as usual, Harry just kept it to himself and let it stew within him.
The rest of the week passed without much incident until Friday was upon them. The trio enjoyed dinner together as normal. By the time dessert came Hermione ate a small piece of pumpkin pie before excusing herself to the Library for research and to finish her homework. She knew the two of them would rather not go to the Library so she made them promise that they would do their homework in the Common room before she left them. She placed a soft kiss on Harry's cheek before leaving the Great Hall for the sanctuary of the Library. After she was out of sight Ron and Harry exchanged a look with each other that clearly said that neither of them had any intention of doing homework until the very last minute on Sunday night. After all today was Friday and the start of the weekend, plus their last class that day had been canceled because of the upcoming NEWT practice session the following Monday and all final classes for 7th years were canceled so the teachers could make the preparations.
So Harry and Ron finished up their puddings and tarts before heading back to Gryffindor tower. Once there, several games of Exploding Snap, Chess, and few games of Gob Stones ensued before Harry took notice that if he didn't leave he would be late for his detention with Snape and being late for detention would only result in an extra detention for tardiness.
“Sorry Ron, but I've gotta go. I'll see you later.”
“'Night.” Said Ron thinking that Harry was either going to bed or going to go snog Hermione in the Library. Ron, however, didn't pay attention to the direction that Harry took when he left their table in the corner of the Common room.
Five minutes later and completely out of breath Harry knocked on the Potions Master's office door. Harry was not happy to be here (and on a Friday night no less) and he let it show on his face. He was also not happy about the reason for him being here to serve detention. He thought that if anything the Ferret should be here in his place or here right along with him.
“Enter. You're late Potter.” Snape said with out even looking up. Harry knew that he was right on time, but he was smart enough not to say anything; at least not right now. So detention found Harry cleaning, organizing and alphabetizing the school's potion store-room that was directly across from the potions class room.
“Potter. Your detention will be served here in the school's store-room. I want this room organized and cleaned. I also want the floor and the walls scrubbed.” Snape intoned as he left Harry to work.
“Oh, and you won't have need of your wand for this.” Snape sneered and he held out his hand so that Harry would hand over his wand.
Harry sighed inwardly to himself, knowing that this would be a very long, tedious, and tiring job. He set to work thinking that it would be easiest to put everything in order and then clean up. What Harry didn't know was that just putting everything in order would take several hours. By the time Snape returned to check on Harry's progress it was already after midnight and soon going on one in the morning.
“I see that even five hours isn't enough time for you and your over inflated ego to clean one simple little store-room. Clean your self up Potter and report back to my office in five minutes.” Spat Snape.
Oh Harry loathed Snape right now. He imagined Snape's head was about the size of a pea and could be placed between his thumb and index finger and Harry could just go `squish' to Snape's head.
Ten after one a.m. found Harry with his wand again and on his way back to Gryffindor tower. Little did Harry realize that his girlfriend Hermione was the only one left awake in the Common room and she was walking a rut into the floor in font of the Common room fire with worry.
“Schnitzel Frickel”, the current password to get into Gryffindor. As Harry entered the portrait hole he notice that the only light in the room was given off by the fireplace and there was a shadow moving back and forth across the light that was cast out from the fire. Not sure of whom or what to expect Harry drew his wand thinking that if anyone was up at this hour chances are they were up to no good.
Once he was inside the Common room completely and his eyes had adjusted to the different light tone Harry recognized who it was. It was his girlfriend Hermione and she was wearing the dress that he gave her for Christmas past. This was the first time he had seen her wear it although it was not the first time that she had worn the dress. The dress was a burgundy colored English Regency dress that Harry thought made her even more beautiful to him. The light of the fire caught the folds of the dress and made the burgundy of the dress almost dance as Hermione paced the floor. She stopped when she heard the portrait close and looked to see who would be coming in at such a late hour. She was surprised and relieved to see that's it Harry.
“Harry! Oh, I'm so glad it's you! I thought you were doing homework with Ron, but when I got back earlier Ron was already in bed and your books and his chessboard were still here. I wasn't sure what happened; you had me so worried. Where have you been?” Hermione rambled off all at once, and almost stopped Harry in his tracks. Harry saw that even though she was worried anger flared in her eyes. She felt like she had been left in the dark about something the involved her, but yet no one was willing to tell her what. She grew tense when Harry approached her and he could see it instantly.
“I'm sorry for making you worry. Can we talk up in our Common room?” asked Harry gently. Hermione relaxed and allowed herself to be lead up the secret passage way off to the left of the entrance in the Common room and up to Heads Common room were they could talk more privately. Once they were at the top of the stairs Harry pulled back the tapestry of Godric Gryffindor and Merlin. He then tapped the stone wall twice and enchanted the password that would allow them in to their rooms.
“Heads above the rest.” He said
“You know, that really is a cheesy password.” Said Hermione with a sly smirk on her face, forgetting her indignation for a moment.
“I know, but it's true and you did say that I could pick our password so long as you were able to pick the passwords for the four Houses. I still think you should have let me choose them instead.” Replied Harry as they walked in. They found that one of the house elves had already lit the fire and there was a pot of hot tea and fresh biscuits on the small tea table between the fireplace and the couch. Hermione sat down on the couch and poured them tea while Harry took off his shoes and school robe so that he could be comfortable in his corduroys and emerald green Weasley jumper.
“What and have all of Slytherin fuming because every time they wanted to get into their House they would have to say something like `Harry Potter rules', or `Slytherin's suck', maybe `Voldemort's a pansy' (Harry laughed out loud at this one), oh, I know, `Mud makes good blood'?” Remarked Hermione as she sat down and tucked her feet under her and blew on her cup of tea.
“Voldemort's a pansy would have been perfect! I can just see the look on Ferret-boy's face!” Laughed Harry as he took to standing next to the fire.
“Humph, I can only imagine what you would have for the passwords of the other Houses.” She said as she took a sip of her tea.
“Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, their passwords would be unbiased; I've never really had any problems with them. Well… Terry Boot should have known not to flirt with you the way he did and I'm sorry about the itching powder in Mark's under shorts, but it was funny at the time. He honestly believed he was allergic to his new broom. Although learning Hanna was hot for you was a turn on.” Harry grinned as he watched Hermione lean her elbow on the arm of the couch and prop her head in her hand.
There was a long silence in the room as the two teenagers sipped their tea and thought.
“So…” Started Hermione to prompt Harry. He took a deep breath before speaking. He knew that it was no use to lie to Hermione, he couldn't even if he tried; she just had that way about her.
“Hermione, I'm sorry. Snape gave me detention earlier in the week for that comment Malfoy made about you. I meant to tell you…really I did, but…” Harry pleaded with Hermione.
“Harry you had all week to tell me and you couldn't find the moment to say so?” Begged Hermione.
“I know and I'm so sorry. We always tell each other everything, but…well, I guess being mad at Snape and having a week to brew over it; I just never thought of saying something to you. I'm sorry Mione.” Said Harry as he came to kneel in front of Hermione. He took her free hand in his hands and held it to his lips to kiss her knuckles gently. He looked up into her brown sugar colored eyes pleading with his own emerald colored pools for forgiveness. She sighed, but said nothing. She wanted to consider her chances of something like this happening again and Harry not telling her about it at all. That's what she wanted to do until she heard the tiniest little whimper and looked to see Harry in a full lip pout and puppy eyes. Her resolve crumbled right there and she could only damn Sirius for what he had taught Harry oh so well. `Damn those adorable dog qualities he passed to Harry'. Why did they always work so well on her? And on top of that if someone else tried them, say Ron for instance, it just served to make her even angrier. Hermione thought that it was because she loved Harry that the puppy look worked so well on her.
“Harry! You know I turn to goo when you do that!” Implored Hermione as she pulled him up on the couch next to her and snuggled into him.
“I know, but it also helps my defense when I need you to forgive me for the stupid things I do.” Replied Harry.
“So you admit that you in fact do stupid things?” She questioned him.
“Well, they do say people do stupid things when they're in love.” He said as he kissed the top of her head.
Hermione adjusted her head from being nestled under Harry's chin so that she could look up into his eyes. When she was able to meet his eyes she smiled gently at him and raised her head to meet his lips in a sweet kiss.
“I take that to mean you forgive me?” He asked softly. Hermione didn't say anything she just nodded to him.
“Let me make it up to you Hermione.” He offered as he again meet her lips in a kiss. Only this time the kiss had a little more need, a little more urge, a little more passion, and a lot more fire to it. However his eyes told her everything, they were filled with nothing but desire and it was all for her. The thought itself made Hermione shiver slightly, knowing that she alone could put such feeling in to this young man, this Boy-who-lived, this man called `The Wizarding World's Golden Boy'; it was incredible.
Her shiver didn't go unnoticed as Harry gently placed his hands on the side of Hermione's neck to tilt her head up. Once his eyes locked with hers their lips meet in a passionate kiss that, had Harry been an old man would have surely stopped his heart. Soon their gentle kisses became firery open-mouthed lip locks. Harry soon adjusted himself on the couch just so and was then able to sweep his tongue softly over Hermione's lower lip, seeking access into the warmth of her mouth. She, however, playfully denied him for a moment before she granted him permission by threading her small, slender fingers through his unruly hair and pulling his head closer to her to crush her mouth to his. Their heated kisses were intense as their tongues wrestled to dominate the other.
Harry smiled into the kiss as his hand slipped from her neck to her shoulder where it was met by his other hand on her other shoulder as he caressed her upper arms. He continued to kiss her as his fingers slipped to her back and to the lace ties that held her dress together. He then slowly and carefully pulled the laces loose. His lips then began to wander over her face kissing her cheeks, the tip and bridge of her nose, her eyelashes and eyelids that were so soft and velvety, and before long he found the delicate skin of her neck and below her ear. Where upon placing the first kiss from him received a great sharp hiss of air. At first Harry thought he had done something wrong, but then came the desire filled moan and Harry knew that the world could have exploded right that second and all that would matter would be Hermione.
He began to trail his kisses further down her neck and soon came to the scoop of her collarbone and decided that a tender suckling would be best here.
As Harry worked Hermione with kisses and unlaced her gown she too went to work. As Harry continued his ministrations Hermione proceeded with her own. Since Harry had already removed his robes and shoes earlier her task would take less time and not be as cumbersome as it could have been. She ran her fingers along the hem of his sweater as she made to slide her hands up underneath to feel his skin against her hands. The feel of her hands on his bare skin sent electricity through him and he responded with a complete shiver, which made her smile evilly. She grabbed on to the hem of his sweater and hitched it up his abdomen and chest. The only current problem with this was that they would have to break from kissing in order to remove the article completely. Thankfully it only took a few seconds for Hermione to pull the jumper over his head with his assistance. Once the jumper was discarded on the floor their kisses continued were they had left off. Harry's hands now had free roam of her back with the yet to be discarded dress. Hermione again set to work on Harry's clothes. The only thing left was his pants and the fun part within. She made quick work on the button and zipper and before Harry really grasped what was going on Hermione had pushed his pants down to his ankles, which he shrugged off without much thought.
They once again had a need for oxygen and so relented their kissing and that was when Harry noticed that there was now a clothing deficiency between them. Mainly he was on the couch in his boxers while she sat there still in her dress, even if it was unlaced in the back.
“Miss Granger, I do believe that you have me at a disadvantage.” Harry stated with the most sincere of tones.
“Do I?” She asked coyly.
“Yes. You see, while you are still fully clothed you have managed to completely divest me of my clothing. So being the fair person that I am I think it's only proper that we be on the same level.” Remarked Harry calmly.
“Oh, you're quite right, but just how do you intend to complete this task?” Hermione once again verbally pondered to Harry.
“Well my dear, sweet love if you will accompany me to my bed room I'll show you.” Replied Harry.
Hermione giggled at their playfulness in their current state as Harry lead her back to his room. He quickly cast `insendio' into his bedroom's fireplace to keep them warm. When he turned around he saw that Hermione was looking out his windows into the deep blue velvet of the night sky. Harry marveled at the way the moon light reflected in Hermione's hair and slowly walked up behind her and slipped his hands under the fabric of the back of her dress and then let his hands travel up and over her shoulders. Once the dress was off her shoulders it gracefully slid to the floor like a piece of silk, quite unlike the soft velvet that the dress was made out of.
With the dress now pooled on the floor around Hermione's feet Harry set to work nuzzling and kissing the nape and sides of her neck as his fingers wandered down to caress her breasts and then to lightly brush the sides of her waist. His hands and fingers finally reached their goal and proceeded to gently and softly stroke her center under the silk material of her knickers, which elicited a few seductive moans from Hermione.
Harry continued to work Hermione as he carefully guided her backwards towards his bed. Once he felt the edge of his bed he slid out from behind Hermione and sat her down softly on his bed. As she sat down he encouraged her to lay back on the bed by leaning over her and kissing her lips delicately; his hands, going almost unnoticed, made quick work of removing the only obstacle between him and his goal. That being, her silk knickers. As she laid back Harry knelt down in front of her and carefully spread her legs. Hermione realized that he was going to let his mouth finish what his hands and fingers had started. At first she was a bit hesitant until she felt him kiss her there for the first time. Her entire body was on fire from that one simple touch and she gasped from the sensation. This being the first time for Harry and Hermione he was able to bring her climax on quickly.
He could feel the power course through him that came with her bucking and calling his name. After her body's released the tension of her orgasm she began to shudder slightly as her muscles relaxed and her breathing became normal once again. She lightly smiled up to him and sighed as he kissed her once more before eagerly scrabbling out of his boxers and helping her to slide up the bed to the pillows were she could rest her head. He smiled down to her realizing that she didn't need prompting as to what he wanted her to do.
Harry started to kiss her feverishly once more, as he began to gently stroke the sides of her abdomen and hips, also kneading her breasts. Hermione's moans became intense as she called out to Harry and called his name more readily.
“Harry. Oh, Harry…I want you…oh, GODS! I want you inside me NOW!” Hermione cried to him in passion.
“Mione. We've never done this before. Are you sure?” He asked her imploringly. He was ready for the next step, but he wasn't sure if she was.
“Yes Harry, I am and…I love you.” She whispered tenderly to him as he kissed her fully.
Harry had finished his ministrations on her center and was thoroughly engrossed in exploring her mouth once again.
Hermione's hands were now proceeding with their own exploration of Harry's manhood and she was eliciting quite a few guttural groans and deep hisses as she stroked and fondled him. What was left of his conscious thought told him that if he didn't put a stop to what she was doing to him he would never make it. So he moved his right hand down to meet hers and brought the two up to gently place her hand back around his neck. Harry then lowered his hand back down to his penis and slowly rubbed the tip into her wetness. The moan that he released from Hermione's lips was decadent and his restraint was quickly diminishing with every passing second.
“Merlin, Hermione! Do you know what you do to me?” He whispered to her. It was a question that required no answer.
“Unhh…Haaaarrrry…please!” was all that Hermione could moan as the sensations and feelings washed over her.
They were each other's first and Harry knew that this would be painful for her, but he wanted with all his soul to make this experience as pleasurable as possible through the pain. He entered her velvety warmth slowly and carefully. He was using everything he had left in order to continue his miniscule restraint. Hermione was gasping and fisting Harry's raven locks as he slid in further. She had her back arched towards him and her head was thrust back into the pillows as she could begin to feel the onset of a hot wave in her stomach. She was new to the feeling, but she knew what it was and welcomed it openly and then Harry's slow methodical progression came to halt as he reached her barrier that would take her into the very definition of womanhood. Her body tensed when she felt him touch her and he froze, looking deep into her eyes for confirmation. He leaned down to her as his warm breath grazed her ear and he whispered her name so quietly she almost didn't hear him.
“Mione.” He murmured into the shell of her ear
“Go slow Harry. Help me forget about the pain.” She responded just as quietly.
He placed his lips on hers and crushed them together as he pushed himself through her last remaining essence of innocence. She stiffened considerably and whimpered into his mouth. Harry immediately stopped all movements and looked at her. A tear trickled out of her eye and into her hair, her lips were now pressed firmly together in an almost white line and her breathing was course and ragged. Harry continued to remain still as his heart broke at the thought that he caused this pain she was experiencing. A moment later she opened her eyes and was met by his glistening green pools waiting for her signal. She smiled feebly up at him and cupped both of his cheeks with her hands as she kissed him fully.
“Are you okay?” He asked her. His words put forth so delicately that they could have been made of fine china.
“I'm okay Harry; just don't go too fast yet.”
He obliged her and set a very slow languid pace for the two of them. He didn't have to wait too long before Hermione was able to move past her pain and completely enjoy her first time with Harry. Their rhythm became faster and more frenzied as they move closer to their climax. Harry was deep within her as her back arched and her walls clinched around him. She moaned and called his name as she rode her orgasm. Not too far behind Harry followed her with one…two…three…four more thrusts and he toppled over the edge to slam into her one more time as he too climaxed and emptied himself within her. He fell forward and balanced his weight on to his forearms above her and leisurely kissed her. She breathed in deeply before replying.
“Harry…that was amazing.”
“I didn't think it would feel that good either, but wow.” He responded.
He kissed her once more before he shifted his weight and rolled off her on to his side as he pulled out of her center. He was a bit startled to see a small amount of blood and snapped his head quickly back to Hermione thinking something was very wrong.
“M-Mione…blood…hurt…I…” Harry stammered not knowing what he had done.
She being the smartest witch of her age quickly silenced him with a kiss and gently explained to him that that was supposed to happen to a girl the first time and he had done nothing wrong.
“Harry, it's okay. That can happen sometimes when a woman first experiences intercourse. It's nothing bad and it won't happen anymore after this. And I'm fine, you didn't hurt me.” She said reassuringly to him as she answered his mostly unasked questions and then some.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he laid back into his pillows and wrapped his arms around her as she tucked in to his side and rested her head on his shoulder. They both laid there drifting off until Harry made an amusing remark.
“I'll have to thank Snape for giving me detention.”
“Why's that?” She asked completely confused.
“Well, tonight I learned that coming back very late at night from detention without telling you anything can get me really hot make-up sex.” He replied to her as innocently as he could.
“Harry!” She admonished him, but couldn't help the giggle that escaped her upon seeing his evil grin.
It was true; you can learn some things from detention.
Giving credit where it's due: First, thank you to morpheus9 over at www.fanfiction.net we work together and she beta'ed this for, so if you find any mistake they are mine and not hers. Second, my inspiration for this little adventure into smutopia came from not only the picture below, but also a drawing by Portkey artist stefy. (I love her work, it's gorgeous!)
*Two creatures taken out of JK Rowling's Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them book as part of the Harry Potter School Books box set. (You should get a set if you don't already own one. Plus part of your purchase goes to a good cause.)
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