Sugar and Spice

Candra

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 7
Published: 01/02/2010
Last Updated: 09/07/2014
Status: in_progress

Fred and George decide to do something against Harry's none existent love life and play match maker by giving Hermione a horny potion disguised as Saccharine.

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Disclaimer: No, I don’t own Harry Potter. If I would, some of the events in Deathly Hallows wouldn’t have happened. I’m free to create my own Universe in fanfiction and I’m using that freedom in this story by ignoring some deaths and two relationships. You know what I’m talking about. ;)

A/N: This is a corrected version of the first chapter. Thanks a lot to my beta Kathy for helping me improve this chapter.

Sugar and Spice

Chapter 1

It had been several months since Harry had finally defeated Voldemort and life was finally starting to go back to normal. Harry, Ron and Hermione had had mixed feelings when they went back to Hogwarts for their final year. On the one hand, they were relieved that Voldemort was finally gone and the three of them had survived to return for the year. On the other hand it had felt strange to be back within the walls of their school where the final battle had taken place and where some of their friends had lost their lives and many others had lost friends and relatives during the war. The first days of the year had been awkward and an unusual silence had filled the halls of Hogwarts.

Slowly, nearly imperceptibly, life at Hogwarts started to get back to normal. The students moaned about their homework load, Hermione and Harry, who had been named Head Girl and Head Boy, had their hands full collecting prohibited items from Zonkos from the students (what Hermione did quite diligently – “really, these fanged Frisbees are very dangerous”, while Harry usually only confiscated something when Hermione was watching) and the older students had been looking forward to their first Hogsmead weekend of the term.

The Weasley twins had opened another joke shop in Hogsmead a few weeks ago. Fred and George had written to Ron that they would leave their store in Diagon Alley to their sales assistant and both would be at their new store to meet up with their school friends this Saturday.

After the obligatory visit at Honeydukes, Harry, Ron and Hermione decided to visit Fred and George at their new store.

“Look who’s finally paying us a visit!” George greeted the trio.

“We nearly thought you wouldn’t come and see us,” Fred said.

“Of course we came. We’re only late because your brother had to try all new creations at Honeydukes before coming here,” Hermione explained, rolling her eyes.

“You should really try those caramel flavored sugar quills, Hermione, they’re delicious. You don’t know what you are missing,” Ron said with a dreamy expression.

“I know very well what I miss, tooth decay. Don’t moan when you get a toothache.”

This time it was Ron’s turn to roll his eyes. “I swear she’s getting more and more health conscious every year. She doesn’t even take sugar in her tea, she uses Saccharine!”

Harry watched the playful banter between his friends with amusement. It had been a long time since he last saw them so carefree.

“Hermione, why don’t you take a look at our new collection of useful inventions, like you call it,” Fred suggested.

“Yes, we have some cool new things. You-Know-Who is gone, but the Auror Department is still busy catching all his followers, so we thought we should help a little. We’ve got these glasses; when you put them on you see everybody like they really look. It’s great to find Death Eaters who use Polyjuice potion,” George explained.

“But it can be quite scary when you see every woman without Make-Up,” Fred added, earning him a laugh from Ron and a disapproving glare from Hermione.

“That’s really useful,” Harry said, quite impressed. “What else have you got?”

“Why don’t you show Harry and Hermione our Ministry collection and I’ll show Ron our new special effect sweets?” Fred suggested and led Ron to the other room.

“Great trick!” Ron complimented his brother when they were alone. “Hermione confiscates half of your special effect sweets every time. She better not see your new ones. But why didn’t you let Harry come with us?”

“Harry isn’t as much of a spoilsport as Hermione, but I’m not sure what he would think of our belated birthday present for you, little brother,” Fred explained with a grin.

Ron rolled his eyes. “My birthday was in March, Fred.”

“Then see it as an early Christmas gift. Trust me, you’ll love it. You mentioned in your last letters that you would like a little more action with our sweet Loony, but she’s still hesitant. Well, that’s the solution for your little problem,” Fred assured and handed his brother a small box.

“Saccharine?” Ron asked confused.

Fred grinned. “Yes, it looks like the normal stuff you put in your tea, doesn’t it? But these sweet little thingies will make ever boy’s dreams come true. One piece is enough to make the person who eats it quite horny. This invention will make many boys at Hogwarts very happy. They just have to put a piece of saccharine in their girlfriend’s tea and they are in for a very fun night,” Fred explained proudly.

Ron’s facial expression quickly changed from impressed and enthusiastic to worried. “I don’t know if I should do that. I really care for Luna. Yes, I want to sha... make love to her, but I don’t want to give her a potion that makes her do something she’ll regret later.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Fred argued. “It’s all a question of the right dosage. One piece and the girl will just feel like a normal, healthy teenage boy does every day – that’s not manipulation, but gender justice if you ask me. We tell all our customers not to give their girls more than one or two pieces. We can’t be held responsible for anything that happens when they don’t listen to us.”

Ron was still looking at the box with a mixture of longing and mistrust when George entered the room. “Ah, I see you already introduced our baby brother to our newest masterpiece. And, what do you say, Ronniekinns?”

Ron looked skeptically from Fred to George, before taking the box and hiding it in his Honeydukes bag. “Alright, I’ll take it. But I don’t think I’ll need it,” Ron answered.

Fred and George burst into laughter. “Of course, Ron, I’m sure your charm is all you need,” George said.

“Good luck, Don Juan,” Fred added.

“Not so loud,” Ron whispered, looking suspiciously at the door. “Hermione will freak out if she finds out about this.”

“Hermione and Harry will be busy for a while,” George said with a mischievous smile.

Before Ron had time to think about the meaning of the look on his brother’s face, George added: “They are sitting in our office with a cup of tea and our whole ministry collection. Hermione looked like a kid on Christmas when we showed her the mints that make your ears turn purple when you lie.”

Meanwhile, Harry and Hermione were indeed sitting in the twins’ office, testing all the new devices. “These mints are fabulous, Harry. Next time when I want to know if Ron has really done his patrol I’ll just have to offer him a mint.”

Harry laughed. “Nice idea, but I think Fred and George have already warned him,” Harry argued, trying on a pair of the glasses George had told them about. “Too bad that I don’t see much without my real glasses on. It would really come in handy to recognize someone who has used Polyjuice potion.”

“Maybe I can find a way to charm your own glasses to work like those Fred and George invented. I doubt that they’ll tell me how they made them, but I can try to examine those glasses and find out,” Hermione said, adding two pieces of Saccharine to her tea.

“I don’t understand how you can drink this stuff,” Harry said.

“I drink a lot of tea, so it does make a difference if I use sugar or saccharine. I drink approximately four cups of tea a day, which makes 28 in a week and 112 in a month. That’s quite a lot of sugar. And don’t think I haven’t noticed that you take two cubes instead of one. It tastes alright after a little getting used to it. You should really try.”

Harry grinned. Leave it to Hermione to actually calculate the sugar cubes he consumed in one month.

“Okay, I’ll try. But if it tastes awful, I’ll go back to the sugar,” Harry warned Hermione before adding two pieces of Saccharine and taking a sip of his tea.

Harry grimaced. “Why do you bother adding this stuff at all? My tea barely tastes sweeter at all.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Of course it tastes sweeter, it’s just a different kind of sweet. You’ll get used to it,” Hermione said. She took a sip of her own tea and frowned.

“That’s strange. It really doesn’t taste much sweeter. Maybe this brand uses a lower dose,” Hermione assumed and added two more pieces of Saccharine.

Harry rolled his eyes at his friend’s stubbornness. “Suffer if you insist on it, I’ll go back to the good old sugar,” Harry said and added two cubes of sugar to his tea before gratefully taking a sip from his cup. “Much better,” he announced satisfied while he watched Hermione drink her tea with a discontent look.

“Mine tastes better, too,” Hermione said, determinedly finishing her cup of tea.

“Liar,” Harry said grinning before he drank the rest of his tea, too.

A few minutes later the three Weasley brothers joined their friends in the office and Harry noticed the mischievous look on the twins’ faces and the guilty one on Ron’s. Harry wondered what prank Fred and George were planning now, but didn’t question them. Hermione of course wasn’t as kind.

“What have you done?!” Hermione asked the three brothers, giving them her best scary Head Girl glare.

“Done?” Fred asked innocently. “We haven’t done anything. Right, George?”

“Of course not. We are respectable business men now.”

Hermione snorted. “Of course you are. Ron, show me your bag,” she demanded.

“What do I have to do with this?” Ron did his best to sound insulted.

Hermione glared at him and Ron reluctantly handed him his Honeydukes bag.

Hermione spilled the contents of the bag on the table and frowned when she saw the Saccharine. “What have you done to this stuff?!” Hermione asked the twins, her voice sounding very shrill.

“Nothing! They haven’t done anything. I just… thought I should try living a little more healthy,” Ron said lamely, eying the saccharine in between the huge amount of sweets.

“Ron, Hermione has just put four pieces of this saccharine in her tea and I used two,” Harry said impatiently. “So tell us already what your brothers did to it!”

Ron turned pale and even the twins looked quite uncomfortable.

“You gave this to Harry and Hermione?!” Ron asked the twins.

“It wasn’t planned for you, Harry. You never use saccharine, we know that! And we didn’t think Hermione would use so much, she always uses two pieces,” Fred said.

“Yes, we only wanted to help you two, after everything Harry has done for us,” George added lamely.

“What did we just drink?!” Hermione yelled.

“It is some kind of lust potion… I swear I didn’t know they gave it to you!” Ron said and now it was Harry and Hermione who turned pale.

“Are you crazy?! You gave us an aphrodisiac?! Did you think that’s fun?! And what the hell did you mean when you said you wanted to help Harry?!” Hermione asked furiously.

“We just wanted to get you in the mood to make a move on Harry,” Fred said.

“Come on, we’ve seen how you guys act around each other. You just need a little push,” George added.

“What do you mean with ‘how we act around each other’? We’re just friends,” Harry protested.

He was glad that he hadn’t eaten one of those mints, because his ears would be bright purple if he had. He had stopped seeing Hermione as nothing but his best mate during those months they had spent alone in a tent. During this time he had realized that Hermione was everything he really needed. He had barely thought of Ginny at all and he hadn’t even missed Ron as much as he thought he would, but he had known that he couldn’t stand it if Hermione had left him, too.

On one especially cold night Harry had refused to let Hermione sit outside in the cold when it was her turn to keep watch and she had insisted that he come in. They had finally agreed to both staying inside since Hermione’s protective charms were obviously working. It had been very cold in the tent, too, and the two had decided to sleep in the same bed to stay warm. During the night Harry had realized that there was nothing brotherly about his feelings for Hermione. Feeling her warm, soft and very female body pressed against his had awoken completely different feelings in him. Harry hadn’t slept much during the night and in the morning he had to make a quick trip to the bathroom before Hermione was awake enough to realize the physical proof of his new feelings towards her.

“And even if we weren’t, I would never want a girl to sleep with me because she’s under the influence of a potion!” Harry added firmly.

“Hey, we didn’t give Hermione a love potion! This potion doesn’t take away the free will of the one who takes it,” George explained.

“At least not in the right dosage,” Fred added a little sheepishly.

“What is that supposed to mean?!” Hermione asked.

“We only tested how a girl reacts to one or two pieces,” Fred admitted.

“One piece is just enough to get a normal girl in the mood, two make even a girl who is a little prudish quite horny,” George explained with a grin.

“I’m not prudish!” Hermione protested, earning her skeptical looks from all three Weasley brothers. “And I took four, not two! Do you two idiots have any idea what effect this dosage will have?!”

“Not really, but it’s probably a good idea not to leave the Heads rooms tonight,” George suggested.

“Is this all you have to say?! What if I do something stupid?! What if I leave my bed and jump the next guy I see?!” Hermione asked.

“I won’t let that happen,” Harry promised and took Hermione’s hands in his in what he hoped was a soothing gesture. “I won’t let you do anything you’ll regret, I promise.”

“But you took two pieces of this stuff, too. What if you’re… busy?” Hermione asked, blushing.

Harry blushed, too. “Hermione, you are my best friend. It takes more than messed up hormones to make me leave you when you need me. I only took two pieces and you heard what George said. That’s not enough to make me do anything I don’t want to do. And the only thing I want to do is stay with you and make sure you’re okay.”

Hermione smiled, looking a little less worried than before. “Thanks, Harry. Thanks for always being there for me.”

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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.