Forbidden Love
Chapter 28
Harry frowned at the complicated instructions stated in his potions book, then grimaced as he looked at the two page list of ingredients; he really hated that class.
"All this bloody work for a measly five minutes," Harry griped under his breath, flipping the page and reading even more instructions.
For a large chunk of their Potions grade, they had to make a transfiguration potion-a murky brown substance Snape had shown them yesterday in class that was supposed to turn you into whatever you had been assigned. To make matters worse not only would the blasted thing be a culmination of strenuous labor for at least three two-hour class periods for a measly five bloody minutes, but also Professor Snape had taken it upon himself to assign them their creatures.
What that meant was where the Slytherin students had received creatures like a dog, a snake, a wolf and -to Harry's acute fury -a stag, for Malfoy. The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students received lame creatures like a donkey, a turtle, a hamster and a gopher, though, as expected, the Gryffindors had really gotten shafted. Coming away with a spider, a tadpole (not even a frog), a fly for Hermione, who, according to Snape was annoying enough to do the creature justice, and a rat for Harry, who the Professor smugly stated would be referred to Scabbers for the remainder of his transformation… Oh how he wished he could punch that sodding prat.
Harry was brought out his angry musings and various scenarios of how he could kill the potions master without being expelled when he felt something rub his leg. Looking down he noticed his girlfriends black stockinged toe lightly stroking his inner thigh. Lowering his book Harry looked to the other side of the bed where Hermione was seated, the brunette had her large Potions text raised and blocking her face. As she continued to caress his thigh, he watched and waited. About a minute later, just as he thought she would, the brunette lowered her book a bit and looked at him with dark almond shaped eyes over the top of the heavy volume. They maintained eye contact for a minute, giving one another amused looks before she slowly and deliberately raised the book once more, concealing her face from his prying eyes.
Harry chuckled lightly and shook his head. He started to raise his book also but stopped abruptly when Hermione foot went from his thigh to a higher location. Harry glanced back down at the amorous appendage before he allowed his gaze to wander. He followed her stocking clad foot to her the equally covered calf, he smiled a bit when his eyes came in contact with a light knee and a soft creamy thigh. However when his gaze went higher he almost choked on his tongue, Hermione was sitting with her left leg outstretched, the foot rubbing him. Her right leg was bent and being used to help hold up her Potions book, but it wasn't her legs that halted his breath. No, as glorious as they were, her legs he could handle… however just beyond her legs, peaking from under her black school skirt, were a highly visible pair of lacey white knickers.
The seductive lingerie stood out brightly against the dark background of her skirt and were, at least partially, see through. Harry released a heavy breath as he felt himself began to strain against his pants. When his girlfriends' foot began to deftly caress his hardness, his gaze flew back to her face. Hermione was once again watching him and upon noticing that she had his attention, the brown haired witch lowered her book and sat it gently to the side before sliding down a bit on the mattress and lying back on the pillows. Harry groaned as her new position not only allowed her better access to him but also allowed him a better view of her, since her skirt slid up when she slid down. Hermione gave him a naughty smile as her foot continued to nimbly slide up and down the length of him, after a few minutes Harry couldn't take anymore and tossed his book aside, quickly advancing on his girlfriend.
"Wait!" she cried hoarsely, placing a hand on his chest and halting him from lowering onto her.
Harry pulled back and gave her a concerned look, "What's wrong?"
"Well… nothing… really, I guess…" she stated flushing and looking away.
He pulled all the way back and placed his hands on his knees, regarding her curiously. "Hermione, what's up?"
She sat up and nervously pushed her hair behind her ear; he frowned. "Now Harry, don't look at me like that I promise it's nothing serious, it's just that…"
His brows knitted together, "Just that, what?"
"I was kind of wondering if you would do something for me?"
Harry relaxed, "Parseltongue again?" When Hermione blushed and shook her head, he tensed up once more. "What is it then?"
"I was kind of wondering if you would…" she trailed off in a mutter.
"I'm sorry Luv, I didn't understand."
Hermione turned a dangerous shade of red and then tried again. "You know… when you were staying at my house," he nodded and she continued, "you remember the whole picture frame thing?"
"How could I forget," he commented with a mischievous grin.
Her blushed deepened and she pushed her hair behind her ear once more. "Well, do you remember that talk we had our first night back about it?" she continued when he nodded. "So, you remember what you said… you know about how everyone does it?" Harry frowned but nodded once more, albeit a bit slower. "Well… could you -I mean, would you… can I -you got to watch me, so it would stand to reason that I should, you know…"
Harry stared at his girlfriend speechless. Hermione… Hermione wanted him to do that! Not only do it, but let her watch! He must going be out of his bleedin' tree, because this could not be happening… that's it! It was another dream, of course! Giving a smile and a light shake of the head, Harry gave himself a hard pinch on the hand.
"Rott'en hell!" he exclaimed, shaking his hand several times in an attempt to relived the stinging.
"Have you lost the flippin' plot Harry?! What is wrong with you?!" Hermione exclaimed, coming forward and snatching his hand.
After examining it for a moment, she grabbed her wand off of the bedside table and said a quick healing spell to get rid of the pain and any residual marks before giving the formally wounded area a light kiss. Still holding his hand lightly she gave him an expectant look.
"Well…er, I kind of thought that maybe I was dreaming."
"Why would you think that?"
"Uh… you see that night after you had gone to bed I…" he trailed off blushing, "never mind. So what made you, you know, want to…"
She gave a graceful shrug and moved back to her original spot; Harry immediately missed her warmth.
"I don't know… I guess ever since that night when you said that everyone did it," she gave a nervous smile and placed her wand back on the nightstand, "and when I asked if you had… well, from the look on your face I could tell -and ever since then I've kind of wanted to, you know, watch."
He sighed and leaned back against the large bedpost, "I don't know Hermione…"
"Please," she bestowed him with her best puppy dog eyes.
"You know I can't just do it on command, I have to be in the mood… you know, wound up."
"Well, can't I do something to help?" she asked, chewing lightly on her bottom lip, and unconsciously helping already.
"We-w," he cleared his throat, "well, you could but… I don't know Hermione this seems-"
"It seems what?" she interrupted with a disgruntled look, "You got to watch me Harry -it's only fair."
His eyes widened at the hauntingly familiar statement, then he gave a resigned sigh. "Okay…"
"Great!" she exclaimed, coming forward and granting him a kiss before pulling back and giving him an eager look. "What do I need to do?"
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Take off your shirt."
"Okay," she said undoing the buttons, "did you want my skirt off too?"
He shook his head, "Not yet."
Hermione removed her shirt, leaving herself clad in only a lacey white bra with pink nipples peaking through the light material. Harry released a breath.
"Ok, now sit back on the bed," when she sat flat he shook his head. "No, just how you were before."
She smiled and readjusted so that her back rested against the pillows, with one stocking covered leg outstretch and the other bent, her white knickers were once again visible.
"Now what?" she asked, watching him excitedly.
He chuckled and shook his head, "Just look at me Luv."
As she watched him, Harry did his best to calm his fluttering stomach and stop his hands from trembling as the worked on the fastening of his pants. She had seen him starkers before, this should be no problem… he could do this. When he freed himself from his breeches, Hermione's eyes darkened to a rich chocolate hue and as he began to touch himself, she lightly bit her bottom lip once again inadvertently helping him with the task she had set forth. Harry's head fell back and he closed his eyes for a moment before once again looking at his girlfriend. She was watching him hungrily, as though he were her latest new book and she longed to flip the page, her long fingers once again pushed her hair behind her ears, but instead of stopping they continued and trailed down her neck and to the valley between her breasts.
When she slowly circled each firm globe, Harry groaned, and his movements became faster paced. When her hand left her breast and lightly caressed her stomach, he leaned heavily against the post and watched her with a heated gaze through lazy eyes. When that same hand slipped past her stomach and lifted her skirt higher so that he could see all of her, he thought he would go mad, but when her hand went past her skirt and to the center of her white panties he did.
Unable to take it anymore, Harry surged forward and gave Hermione a skillful yet demanding kiss. His hands slowly but surely retraced the path of her hand as he gently caressed the various soft contours of her body. When she moaned he captured the sound with his lips and took the opportunity to allow his tongue to delve deeper into the warm recesses of her mouth. As his lips moved to her neck, she panted heavily in his ear and gripped his shoulders, when his fingers reached the last place that she had touched Hermione arched off the bed and her nails scrapped roughly against his back.
"That's it Luv," Harry murmured in her ear, before adjusting so that his mouth covered her own and caught her cries, keeping them for himself. When her body fell limply back against the bed he supplied her with a small smile. "A bit knackered are we?" he quipped.
When her sleepy eyes opened and she glared at him he chuckled, however his laughter was abruptly cut off as her hand found the last place he had touched himself. Harry's head dropped and he released a muffled moan against the crook of her neck as she continued to cares him.
He lifted his head and gave her a pleading look "I don't think I can take much more," he whispered hoarsely.
Hermione nodded and grabbed her wand off the nightstand, Harry lifted up a bit and she pointed it at her womb, saying a quick anti-reproduction spell. Once she was done she replaced her wand and Harry lay atop her once more.
"Are you ready?" He asked, his voice filled with need.
"I've been ready," she replied huskily.
Not needing to be told again, Harry caught her mouth in a passionate kiss before quickly removing the lacy white knickers. Once the flimsy barrier was gone, he surged into her like a forceful tide and swiftly swept them both to ecstasy.
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Harry placed his other foot into his pant legs and stood to pull them up, however as his hands worked at the buttons he felt a pair of long soft fingers caress his waist. He chuckled and shook his head -who would have ever thought that Hermione would be so bloody insatiable?
"You should be getting dressed you know," he commented with a grin, "we still have to finish studying for Potions."
Instead of responding, Harry felt her fingers lightly trace the contours of his back. He then felt a feather light kiss on his waist before her soft, warm tongue trailed the length of his spine.
"Ugh, Hermione I swear to Merlin you're going to drive me completely mental if you don't stop," he groaned as his head fell forward.
"Good," she whispered huskily from just by his ear before giving the lobe a light nibble and a gentle suckle.
Harry moaned "Blimey Hermione, I swear we're never going to leave this bed if you keep this up."
"So?" she replied pulling away.
"So, we have to get ready for this assignment. We both know that Snape isn't going to let us sit next to one another which means I really need to have this thing down," Harry stated turning to his girlfriend. "You alrea-" he cut off with a strangled squeak at the sight before him.
Hermione sat on the bed with her knees tucked under her, leaning backwards and bracing herself on her hands. Her back was arched, causing her chest to push out a bit and her bushy locks, which were still somewhat damp from their earlier activities, were forming large curls that rested on her shoulders. - Oh, and did he mention that she was totally, completely and gloriously naked?
"You know the spell's still good for another couple of hours," she said in a husky tone, with a seductive smile.
"The spell?" he croaked.
She arched a brown and nodded. When Harry gave a loud groan and came down upon her, Hermione giggled and immediately went to work on the buttons of his pants.
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"Harry stop," Hermione stated primly, a little over an hour later while slapping at her boyfriends hand.
"What?" Harry asked, reaching for her button once more, "You got to get me wound up, isn't it my turn?"
"No," she slapped his hand again, "it isn't."
"Why not?" he griped giving her an annoyed look.
"Because I said so, we have to get to work studying for Potions," she answered giving him an amused look.
"Oi! When I used that excuse, you lured me right back into the bed!"
"Yes well, I have decidedly more willpower than you, now don't I?" Hermione replied haughtily with a cheeky grin.
Harry glared at her and moved to retrieve his pants from the other side of the bed, where she hand thrown them. "More will power my arse, if you had more willpower we would have never stopped studying," he retorted, rolling his eyes.
She smirked at him, "Yeah well I-"
"Hermione!" Ginny's voice called from this sitting room.
"Shite!" Harry exclaimed.
Hermione raced to the door, however before her hand could reach the knob it was flung open.
"There you are!" Ginny exclaimed with a frown. "I've been looking all over for you. I figured with the killer assignment that I heard Snape gave you guys you'd be in the library."
"Nope," Hermione said with a nervous laugh, "I'm right here."
"Obviously," the redhead stated dryly. "Have you seen Harry?"
Hermione gave a brief sidelong glance to the location the dark-haired boy had been standing in earlier before giving the younger girl a shake of the head.
"Good," Ginny continued, "I was worried he would be up here going over the assignment with you and I wouldn't be able to talk to you like I wante -what were you doing?" she asked abruptly, finally taking in her mates haphazard state.
"I… I was taking a nap. You see I crammed a bit for Snape's assignment earlier and by the time I was done I was completely toasted," she finished leading the other girl out of her bedroom.
"Oh, well I hope you're nap helped. I know that a good snooze can sometimes completely invigorate me," Ginny commented following Hermione into the sitting room.
"Oh, I'm invigorated alright," the brunette mumbled, before continuing in a louder tone. "So what's up?"
Ginny gave a small huff a breath and a determined look crossed her face. "Okay, well I've been thinking…" Hermione winced slightly, "-and I know that Harry said that the broom was a platonic gift, but -a broom Hermione? I mean it has to be more than just a friendly gesture."
Hermione frowned, "Ginny, it's a broom."
"I know, but do you know how much those things cost? And then it was a brand new, Firebolt, personalized and engraved with my name -in my favorite colour! Hermione, Harry had to have put a lot of thought into it."
"Even if he did he got it over a month before you guys broke up-"
"So!" Ginny interpreted impatiently, "That doesn't matter, he got it. Then, that day -you know -after the game." Hermione nodded, "When I kissed him Hermione I felt it, it was still there and I know he felt it too."
"Ginny it was a one second peck, what makes you think that he felt anything?" the older girl asked frowning.
"I just know it, especially since I felt it earlier that day at practice too," Ginny insisted.
"At practice?"
"Yeah, earlier that day, I had been thrown from my broom -the crappy one, not the one Harry gave me -when he caught me. And as a thank you I gave him a kiss, you should have seen it, he even blushed! I know he felt something, I know it!"
Hermione's eyes flicked to her bedroom and she saw Harry peaking at her from over the side of the bed. The dark-haired boy grimaced and quickly disappeared from view.
"Just how many times have you kissed Harry since your break-up?" Hermione quizzed through gritted teeth.
"Only those two, why?" Ginny replied with a confused look.
The brunette shrugged and gave a small smile. "No reason in particular."
"Well, it would have been three but you saw that bloody spider in my hair," the redhead commented, rubbing the back of her head as she recalled that day.
Hermione cringed and offered a smile, "Sorry about that again… but it truly was about your health."
Ginny nodded and took a seat on the couch. "I know, I just -I wish I had the chance to kiss him again. Like I meant it you know? And that night was so bleedin' perfect, we had just won the Quidditch match and everyone was celebrating, it…" she hesitated and looked up at Hermione with luminous eyes, "-it was just like it was the day of our first kiss. I was hoping if I could recreate that moment, Harry would remember how magical it had been, and how good we were together."
Hermione sighed and took a seat on the chair caddy-corner from the other girl. "Ginny, sweetheart, I understand that you still have feelings for Harry but it's been three weeks since that night. And a little over a month since you two broke up, don't you think you should try… I don't know, at least try to move on? There are plenty of great chaps out there and quite a few of them fancy you," she smiled, "especially after the way you played during that last Quidditch match."
"No." Ginny stated harshly "I won't give up on us. I love him Hermione; do you hear me? I love him, it's not a passing fancy, it real, true, deep, heart wrenching love! I've dated other blokes before and none of them made me feel like Harry did, NONE OF THEM!" she cried passionately as tears began to stream down her face. "Why don't you understand that?!"
"I do Ginny, I just -I'm tired of seeing you walk around here like a shell of a person. Look I understand how you think-" she sighed, "how you feel about Harry, but what I need you to understand is that, no matter how you feel you can not make him feel the same way! Ginny please, just move on with your life, you'll never get over Harry if you don't allow yourself to!"
"How do you know?! How do you know he doesn't feel the same way?!"
"Because if he did you would still be together, or at least back together! For Merlin's sake Ginny, get a hold of yourself, you can't spend the rest of your life waiting for the moment to do a sneak attack on Harry just so you can get one more bloody kiss!"
"Why not?! I'm telling you if I can kiss him one more time, just one seriously deep and meaningful kiss then he won't be able to deny his feelings anymore!"
"Who says he's the one in denial! Because I'm telling you now Ginevra Weasley that if you do that, then it doesn't make you any different from the thousands of Harry Potter fan girls out there who don't have a single iota of sense or the least bit of respect for Harry or themselves!" Hermione retorted standing.
Ginny stood also and regarded the other girl heatedly, "Yeah, well I'm not just some crazy fan I love Harry, I know Harry!"
"Do you?! Do you know Harry, Ginny?!"
"Of course I do!"
"Really! What do you know about him?!"
Ginny glowered at her "His favorite Quidditch team is Pulddlemere United! His favorite time of the year is Christmas! He speaks Parseltongue! He-"
"So," Hermione interrupted, "tell me something I don't know, hell, tell me something the whole bloody school doesn't know!"
Ginny clenched her fists.
"Ok," pressed Hermione, "what's his favorite book?" At the other girls' blank look she continued. "Quidditch Through the Ages."
"So it's a book, of course you would know!" Ginny retorted easily.
"Yeah, well what's his favorite drink?… Pumpkin juice. What's his favorite candy?… Chocolate Frogs. What's his favorite dessert?… Treacle tart." Hermione stepped closer and looked down at the other girl. "What's his biggest fear?… What was it really like growing up with the Dursley's?… What's the worst dream that he's ever had?… What's the one thing that he wishes that he could still tell his mum and dad?" she finished in a harsh whisper, breathing heavily.
Ginny blushed and looked away, "I don't know… but, you don't either."
"Yes I do."
"Then what are the answers? What's the one thing he wishes that he could tell his mum and dad?" the redhead questioned with a frown.
Hermione shook her head and took a few steps back, "If he didn't tell you, then why should I?" she answered softly.
Ginny flushed and glared at her angrily, "You know what your problem is Hermione Granger?! You're jealous!"
"Jealous! Of what?!"
"Of my relationship with Harry!"
"You don't have a relationship with Harry!"
"I would it you weren't so hell bent on keeping us apart! What a bloody plank I've been, coming to you for advice on how to get Harry and I back together, but you don't want us back together do you?!"
Hermione stared at the other girl is shock.
"Of course you don't! Since Ron chucked you like yesterday's Prophet, you've been trying to get me out of the picture. You're hoping that if I'm not around Harry would turn to you -and it's working too. I mean with my bone-head brother constantly occupied with his barmy new girlfriend then that leaves you and Harry alone most times."
"What! Wh-"
"But it won't work, Hermione, Harry has better taste than to fall for a ragamuffin like you! Hell you couldn't even keep Ron's attention away from Luna, how do you expect to get a guy like Harry! Anyway, what Harry needs is a great girlfriend, not another mum, which is exactly what you are, always nagging about what he should and shouldn't do and harping on studying, homework and rules! Besides I'm not giving up on what I have with Harry no matter how much of a tramp you act!"
"Have you lost your bloody plot?! What the hell are you talking about -and who are you calling a light skirt, Mrs. "gonna shag for Valentines"! Perhaps you should be the one labeled barmy!"
"Yeah, well I already know what label you have -sneaky desperate nagging hag!"
Hermione was suddenly very glad that she had left her wand in her room because there was nothing she wanted more than to hex the little red-headed wank.
"Get out! Get out of my room!" She bellowed.
"Gladly!" Ginny shouted back before turning and storming down the stairs and out of the portrait door.
As the door slammed shut behind the younger girl Hermione turned and stormed back towards her room, looking up she came fact to face with Harry who was standing in her doorway.
"How dare she!" Hermione exclaimed to the wide-eyed boy, who offered a light shrug. "Just because she's deluded herself into thinking that the sun and moon shined out of your arse, doesn't mean that she should just assume that you feel the same way about her. And then to have the nerve to call me a trollop!"
"Well, you did just shag me thoroughly," Harry joked, when she glowered at him, he winced, "Ok, neither the time nor the place huh?"
Hermione growled.
He came forward and placed his hands on her shoulders "Don't let her get to you Luv, she's just jealous of what we have and the fact that she and I were never as close as you and I are. What she said was just her way of lashing out at you for gaining my complete trust while she only had a fraction," he finished giving her a light kiss on the forehead.
She gave a small smile, "I know Harry, it's just that… well I don't know, I think that… maybe some of what she said was true."
He frowned, "What are you talking about?"
"I am trying to keep you apart, I am interested in getting you, and I-"
"Ok, let me stop you right there." Harry interrupted giving her a severe look, "You're not trying to keep Ginny and I apart, you don't have to because I don't want us to be together. Also you're not interested in getting me because you already have me Luv, and you always will."
Hermione smiled and lightly fingered the edges of his open shirt before giving a light shake of the head. "You know you really should finish getting dressed so we can study."
He chuckled "Yeah well you really should get a more private password to your dorm."
She laughed and slapped him playfully on the chest, then paused and caressed it, eyeing him appreciatively. "You know perhaps I will, then you can study with your shirt off."
Harry laughed.
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"Hermione!" Ginny called rushing up the last several stairs leading to the older girls sitting room. "Hermione, I'm really sorr-"
The red-haired witch froze in place as she took in the scene before her. Harry was standing in Hermione's doorway with his hair rumpled. His shirt was unbuttoned exposing his toned chest, his belt was missing… and so where his shoes and socks. Looking at Hermione, Ginny noticed what she had failed to discern about her supposed mate earlier, Hermione's brown locks were unbound and even messier than usual, her white shirt, though buttoned, was extremely rumpled and un-tucked from her dark skirt and her shoes as well as her socks were also missing.
It was then that it hit her like a Hippogriff -they both looked like they had just been thoroughly shagged… by each other. Pain and anger swarmed through her as she took in the sight of two of the people she had trusted most in the world coming out of Hermione's bedroom. Her fists clenched at her sides and her face contorted into one of rage as anger finally won out.
"YOU BITCH!!!"
A.N. That's it for this chapter, next chapter heads are gonna roll… lol or not. Please stay tuned and PLEASE REVIEW!!! Ja ne!!!
A.N.(Too) Okay sorry I just feel the need to rant. I'm so beyond mad, this "artist" on deviant art called ~CautiousRealRose ~AKA~ Kathleen first insults my H/Hr, D/G, R/L artwork that I did in photoshop in three long paragraphs about how Harry and Ginny belong together as do Ron and Hermione, then when I send a long reply of my own she has the nerve to call me "Not a real Harry Potter fan, who hates JKR" just because I don't like the ships and told me to "Go fuck myself" then when I replied to that, the cow reported me for copyright infringement so that it would be removed because she didn't think it portrayed the proper ship according to JKR. Which they did because I used pictures… that's right pictures of the actors and actresses, now my WHOLE deviant art account is empty because ONE person didn't like Harry/Hermione and felt the need to go into MY artwork with MY ship and complain about it. I'm pissed off because we don't go into Ron/Hermione artwork or stories complaining about their ship, so why the hell can't they just stay out of ours *le sigh* Okay I feel a bit better. For those of you who have time then please feel free to go to her deviant art account and let her know that Harry/Hermione, Draco/Ginny shippers aren't going to go away even if she goes around reporting all of our artwork. You can pull her up either searching Greg and Magie on deviant art, hers is the poorly drawn one in light pencil or by clicking the links if they show up. Even if you don't do that or don't have a deviant account I just thank you for listening to my rant.
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