Author's note: So, after ages of not writing, I finally decided to finish my stories I shamefully neglected for years.
Chapter 2
An hour and a half later the trio sat in the Great Hall eating dinner.
"You two are okay, right? Not feeling strange already?" Ron asked nervously.
"Stop asking that every five minutes!" Hermione demanded. "I'm feeling fine."
Ron looked at Harry who gave him an irritated look. "I'm feeling perfectly normal."
Harry was as annoyed as Hermione about Ron treating them like bombs that could explode any minute, but he couldn't blame him. He was intently watching Hermione, too, ready to drag her to their common room at the first sign that the potion started working.
Harry was so occupied with watching Hermione's face that he didn't notice what she was doing with her hands. He reached for the fruit basket at the same time Hermione took a banana and he could have sworn his body temperature rose some degrees when his hand touched hers.
Hermione looked up and her gaze met Harry's, never breaking eye contact when she peeled her banana and closed her mouth around the fruit. Harry watched transfixed when Hermione started sensually sucking the banana as if it were … Harry shook his head in an attempt to try and break the spell, but it was useless. Harry could neither help the mental images Hermione's behaviour created in his head nor his physical reaction to these images.
Harry shook his head in a vain attempt to direct his thoughts in a more g-rated direction.
"Hermione!" Harry said, trying to get his friend's attention.
Hermione blinked confused and looked from Harry to the fruit in her hand, blushing.
"I think I should go," she said and quickly rose from her seat.
"I'm coming with you." Harry had to hurry to catch up with Hermione who was nearly running out of the Great Hall.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Hermione argued. She kept rushing into the direction of the Head Girl`s and Boy`s quarters without looking up to meet Harry's confused gaze.
Why didn't Hermione want him to come with her? An hour ago she had seemed very happy with his offer.
Harry grabbed Hermione's arm, stopping her. "Hermione, look at me! Talk to me! Why don't you want me to be there for you?"
Hermione quickly met Harry's gaze. "I … I don't want you to see me like that," Hermione whispered and looked down, ashamed.
Harry could tell that Hermione's embarrassment was real, but he knew her well enough to know that she didn't tell him the whole reason for her odd behaviour.
"Hermione, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You didn't do anything wrong and I will stay with you and make sure it stays that way, I promise."
"Thanks, Harry, that's really sweet of you, but I'll just lock myself in my bedroom and wait for this to be over anyway," Hermione argued.
Harry was disappointed that Hermione didn't want his company, but he would respect her wish. That wouldn't stop him from keeping his promise though.
"Okay, then I'll stay in the common room and make sure you'll stick with this plan. Not that I don't have faith in your will power, I just want to be sure that everything will be alright. And if you need anything, I'm there for you, okay?"
Hermione looked strangely at him and Harry had the feeling that he had said something wrong, but he had no idea what it was.
Hermione gave Harry a somewhat forced looking smile. "Thanks, Harry."
The two friends went back to their common room and Hermione immediately locked herself in her bedroom like she had announced earlier.
Harry sat down on the table in the living room and started to catch up on some home-work. He had a hard time concentrating on potion ingredients. He just couldn't get the mental images Hermione's way of eating a banana had caused out of his head. Harry could feel himself harden when his thoughts drifted to an image of Hermione sucking him like she had sucked the banana. Stop that, you pervert! Harry told himself. This was Hermione he was thinking about! She was his best friend. Harry looked at Hermione's bedroom door which was still firmly closed. A quick trip to the Heads' bathroom which he was sharing with Hermione should be okay.
He desperately needed a cold shower. To be on the safe side Harry left the door an inch open. That way he would hear if Hermione left her room while he was in the shower. Harry took a very cold shower, but had only managed to get Goosebumps and reduce his erection to half-mast when he heard Hermione's bedroom door open.
Shit! Harry thought and quickly grabbed his boxers, There wasn't time to dry himself off and get dressed. He had to stop Hermione before she left the Heads' quarters. To his surprise Hermione wasn't heading towards the exit. Before Harry even had the time to put on his boxers Hermione was standing in front of him. Completely naked.
"Hermione, what are you doing here?" Harry asked shocked.
"You said you would be there for me if I need anything. I need you now, Harry," Hermione said, sounding desperate.
Harry quickly grabbed a towel and fastened it around his waist.
"Of course I'm there for you, Hermione. What can I do?" Harry asked, trying to ignore that his very female best friend was completely naked and breathtakingly beautiful.
"Touch me, Harry," Hermione begged and crossed the distance between them with a few quick steps. Now there were only a few inches between them and Harry would just need to reach out his hand to fulfill Hermione's plea.
"Hermione, I don't think that's a good idea," Harry stammered, trying to ignore the signals of his body telling him that this was a very good idea.
Without a warning Hermione slung her arms around Harry's neck and pressed her body against his.
"Hermione, you'll regret this in the morning," Harry said although he had trouble thinking clearly while Hermione's breasts were pressed against his chest.
"I want you, Harry," Hermione whispered hoarsely and took advantage of Harry's state of mind by removing the towel around his waist with one quick movement.
Before Harry could protest, Hermione started to rub herself against Harry's cock.
Harry moaned loudly when he felt Hermione's warm and wet pussy against his aching member.
"Hermione, you don't know what you're doing," Harry uttered bravely despite his unbearable need for his best friend.
Hermione didn't answer but stopped Harry's protests by kissing him passionately. Harry couldn't think clearly anymore. He returned Hermione's kiss with equal passion and let his hands wander over her body. Harry moaned when his hands reached Hermione's breasts and he could feel his penis harden even more.
"Harry!" Hermione's moan brought Harry back to reality. This was his best friend and he was taking advantage of her!
"Hermione, you don't really want this," Harry protested weakly.
"There's nothing I want more, Harry. I need you. I love you," Hermione moaned.
The last sentence did it. He had wanted to hear these words from Hermione for a year now and in his horny state of mind he just couldn't think about the possibility that Hermione didn't mean them, that she just mistook lust for love. Actually, Harry couldn't think at all. He just let his instincts take over and gave in to the desire and love he felt for Hermione.
Harry kissed Hermione back with all the passion he had in him and let his hands explore her body. He cupped her perfect firm breasts and gently kneaded them, causing Hermione to moan deeply and rub against his now fully erect penis.
"Harry, I can't wait any longer. I need you now!" she moaned desperately.
Harry, who needed this as much as his beautiful best friend, sank down on the fluffy bath mat, pulling Hermione down with him.
He positioned himself between her legs, ready to enter her. Just in time the little part of his mind that was still working remembered that the first time could be quite painful for girls, especially if their body and mind weren't ready, so Harry let his hand wander between Hermione's legs, gently caressing her intimately, causing Hermione to gasp. God, she was so wet. Harry gently pushed two fingers into her, wanting to prepare her body for his penis, but that wasn't necessary. She was so hot and wet that his fingers didn't meet any resistance. Hermione surprised Harry by impatiently pulling his hand away.
"Now, Harry!" she demanded desperately and Harry finally complied, pushing all the way into her with one swift thrust.
Oh, god! This was heaven. Hermione was so hot and wet and tight. He had never felt anything even remotely as good as this. He hadn't thought such pleasure was possible.
Harry met Hermione's gaze. There wasn't a hint of pain or fear in her beautiful face, just pleasure and love. So Harry gave in to his instincts once more, thrusting hard and fast and kissing Hermione with so much so much passion that oxygen soon became an issue. Every time they had to stop kissing to get some much needed air in their lungs, they kept looking into each others' eyes.
"Harry!" Hermione moaned.
She was sweating and panting and her eyes showed as much passion as Harry felt. She met his thrusts with force while her hands grabbed Harry's shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his waist and Harry was surprised how much of a difference this made. At this angle he could go even deeper and it felt amazing.
"Oh, god, Harry, just like this!" Hermione screamed.
She was trembling and Harry could feel her muscles contract around him. Good, was that good! He knew he wouldn't last much longer.
He moaned her name and pushed even harder. Suddenly Hermione's trembling increased and she gasped and screamed when she exploded around him.
"Harry, oh yes! Oh god!"
Feeling, seeing and hearing Hermione Granger orgasm and knowing that it was him who had done this to her was the sexist thing Harry had ever experienced. When he felt Hermione's walls tighten around him Harry couldn't help it - he exploded right after her. His orgasm was so intense that he nearly passed out - he was seeing stars and his whole body felt hot and tingled as he came.
Wow! was all Harry could think when he collapsed on top of Hermione. And when he slowly recovered the thought crossed him that he would never have to search for a happy memory again when he produced a Patronus. The only problem would be not to get a hard on every time he did that.
They lay there for a few more minutes, kissing and caressing each other, while they both came down from their high, Harry still inside of Hermione. He just couldn't bring himself to leave this warm, safe place.
After a while Hermione's kisses became more passionate again and Harry was surprised when he felt her inner walls clench around him again, massaging his quickly hardening penis.
"Again, Harry, I need you again," Hermione pleaded and Harry was very happy to fulfill her request - again and again.