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Society of Two	By : UmbraSuccubae Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 173677 -:- Recommendations : 11 -:- Currently Reading : 28
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Society of Two, Chapter 1: The Beginning
Harry Potter, an eleven year old wizard in training (currently in his first year, to be exact), sat in one of the more comfortable armchairs that were arranged around the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was thinking about recent events – the last few months in general as well as the day he'd just had. He didn't notice the redhead in the corner who was currently glaring at him. If he had, he might have ignored it; He probably wouldn't have, though.
That morning – just a few hours previously – he would have called the other boy, one Ronald Weasley, his friend. Not, perhaps, with the same enthusiasm as two months previously, but the boy had been Harry's first friend his age, so he was willing to tolerate a lot. More, perhaps, than he should. Still there were certain character flaws Harry could only ignore for so long. The boy was self-centered, hotheaded, prone to jealousy, gluttonous and lazy, but those weren't what had driven Harry away. He couldn't tolerate the boy bullying others to feel better about his own shortcomings, though - least of all when it nearly resulted in the death of the bullied student.
No, rather than dragging the ginger with him and starting a bad habit of forcing the boy to apologize and pretending all was well, Harry had ended that friendship seconds before he had taken off to warn – or, as it turned out, rescue – Hermione Granger. Said girl might be a little bossy and straight-laced, yes, but on the other hand, Harry himself wasn't exactly the most social person around, was he? She might just be as nervous as he was. Hogwarts was a completely new environment for them, after all.
That troll rescue, though, had been nerve-wrecking. A first year really shouldn't be confronted with such beasts – twelve feet tall, with a brain to muscle ratio that could be summarized as "zero" and an instinctive desire to hit anything it could. The headmaster even had the nerve to call his choice of spells – levitating the huge humanoids own club to knock it out – inspired, ignoring the fact that the levitation spell was simply the only applicable piece of magic he knew. He somehow doubted the color changing charm would have been combat effective, and transforming that huge club into a needle of equivalent mass... well, Harry preferred dealing with the club, thank you very much.
This approach also came with the satisfying possibility of bashing the troll over the head a second time on its way down, a great way to relieve some adrenaline-induced stress. Not something he had admitted to the teachers, of course.
One thing he was slightly annoyed at, though, was the points he gained for this whole thing. Not that he had done it for the points, but awarding ten points for coming to the aid of a fellow student? Depending on the teacher, you got that many simply for a good guess in class!
Without Harry noticing it, the common room had almost emptied by that point. The excitement of a troll entering the castle might have made up for the Halloween feast being interrupted, but neither of the two children involved was very eager to talk about the experience, so the other students were bored enough to go to bed early or wander the halls for a bit longer.
The black haired boy did notice, though, when somebody sat down in the chair beside his own.
"Hi, Harry."
It was Hermione, and it was still rather obvious – from the sound of her voice as well as the look on her face – that she had spent a significant part of the day crying.
"Hi. Feeling better?"
She nodded, though slightly hesitantly. She bit her lower lip lightly, obviously thinking about how to say what she wanted to say.
"A little. I... I wanted to thank you, for... you know... rescuing me."
Harry shook his head.
"It shouldn't have been necessary, I should have stepped in earlier. I don't like bullies, I should never have accepted Ron's behavior..."
"It's not your fault, Harry, and don't apologize for him. You didn't say anything about me, after all."
"Still, I tolerated him longer than I should have. If I can make it up to you in some way…"
The girl hesitated. She wanted to just dismiss his concern, he could see that, but something held her back. In the end, though she seemed embarrassed by her decision, she seemed to settle on a reply.
„Thank you, but you really don't have to make up for anything. I'd like to have someone to talk to, though… Maybe we could spend tomorrow walking around the castle and talking a little? Being alone hasn't made these last two months all that easy...“
They quickly agreed on that plan before they went to their dormitories, hoping to get some rest after the stressful day.
The next day was a Friday, but there were no classes because the teachers were still trying to find out how a troll had found its way into the school. After breakfast, Harry and Hermione quickly found themselves slowly wandering along some of the less frequented hallways of the castle, some of which seemed to be completely abandoned. There was no dust or dirt, but neither were there as many paintings and other decorations as in the main parts of the school, and everything seemed to be slightly more faded.
After spending some time talking about little of consequence, just getting to know each other a little better, Hermione went into one of the abandoned classrooms, so Harry followed. She took a seat on a desk close to a window, so Harry pushed another one next to it and joined her.
„I'm sorry for dragging you all the way out here, you know. I guess I just wanted to tell someone about my problems here and… well, didn't want everybody else to listen in.“
She was turned towards him, now, but with her head turned so she was looking out of the window instead of at him – probably because she was uncomfortable telling someone about herself.
„My parents are dentists – successful ones, at that. So successful that, while I'm proud of them of course, they never really had much time for me. Most days, they have appointments until late in the evening, so I had to learn to entertain myself. Most of the time, that meant reading. I learned early, and I became good at reading quickly… and the other children at school didn't like me for it. They started calling me names, and they never wanted to be around me except to copy my homework. So I fled deeper into my books. I learned to love fiction for the opportunity to flee to distant worlds, as well as educational books for the pleasure of understanding the world a little more with each little fact learned.“
Harry nodded. He would have done the same if he had been allowed to.
“So the other kids liked me even less. A vicious cycle if ever there was one… and I knew it, even then. I know that I'm somewhat… abrasive, I guess. Well, bullies and the lack of support from my parents made me that way, trained me to be this defensive, bossy girl… and I knew that, too. And I hated it. So I became a little… rebellious...”
She blushed when she said that last word, but at the same time, it was the first word the girl had spoken while looking him straight in the eyes.
“Now, we're in a completely new world. It's a world I know nearly nothing about – just what I was able to read about before school started. It's a world I want to know everything about, which is why people like Malfoy and Weasley, who just take magic for granted, annoy me. Being bullies doesn't make them any better in my eyes. You're the first, and the only one so far, who stood up for me in any way, even if it wasn't against the bullies. Then again, I guess you could call a troll a really big bully?”
Both of them laughed about that bit. Then, Harry felt it was his turn to speak.
“I grew up with my aunt and her family, Hermione. I won't say much about them, but they don't like magic – and, therefore, don't like me. Most of all, they didn't want me to ever learn anything about magic, and they also didn't want me to be any better than my idiot of a cousin. I was more or less forbidden from learning. I'd love to learn about magic with someone as dedicated as you, I just have to overcome ten years of being told to be as stupid as possible. I didn't have any opportunity to be rebellious, whatever you mean by that.”
Hermione blushed even more, but refused to look away from him now. Apparently, she had decided to tell him about it, and to be proud of what she was going to tell him, even if it was embarrassing.
“I'm a nudist, Harry. A nudist and, I guess, an exhibitionist in a way.”
Now it was Harry's turn to blush, but if Hermione was resolved to tell him, he was equally resolved to listen.
“It started a few months after I started school. I was bullied from the start, but that time, it was raining, and the bullies had pushed me into a really big puddle on the way home. When I arrived, I was soaked to the bone, and like always, nobody was home. So I decided to just take off the wet clothes the moment the door was closed behind me. Since my parents always told me to put on dry clothes when I came in from the rain, and my parents weren't there to help, or even comfort me, I guess I just decided not to listen to them for once. I dried off and… just stayed naked for the rest of the day. They didn't come home before I went to sleep, anyways. I was somewhat embarrassed that first time, but I was a child that had decided not to listen to her parents – no way was I going to take that back just because I was embarrassed.”
Harry nodded for her to continue. He understood her reasoning well enough.
“In fact, it was embarrassing for quite a while, but the bullies didn't stop. England has more than enough rain to satisfy any bullies who like to push little girls into puddles. At first, I only stayed naked when I was really annoyed at my parents for not being there. Over the course of several months, though, the embarrassment faded. I started staying naked every time I came home with wet clothes, then started taking them off even when nothing had happened and my clothes were perfectly clean and dry. I started sleeping naked after I noticed that my parents were too tired in the evening to check in on me. By the time my second year of school was over, I was naked whenever I was alone at home. By the time third year was over, I began hating the feeling of wearing clothes – it feels restricting, and it's a little like a constant itch, which doesn't really help my already abrasive and defensive behavior, you know?”
“So yesterday, after being driven to tears by one bully, nearly killed by a really big bully, and wearing clothes all day, I guess you really wanted to get out of those clothes? Not that I'm complaining, but… Why did you talk to me instead of returning to the privacy of your bed and spending the rest of the evening naked?”
At that point, her blush got really deep and her courage apparently fled her, because she looked at her hands, which were fidgeting in her lap.
“I… I told you I think I'm an exhibitionist, right? Well, it's not like I want to just show myself to everyone, but… Ever since we were told about sex and masturbation at school, ever since I started having those urges, myself… I always liked the thought of somebody seeing me, watching me, and when I started masturbating, I always came the hardest when I thought about that. I came even harder when I thought about somebody appreciating what they see, if you get what I mean. Yesterday, when I finally went to bed, just the thought wasn't really enough for me after the day I had. Now, I really need to calm down, so I need to at least get out of my clothes, and if anybody deserves to see me, it's you. So… would you like to see me?”
Harry blushed deeply now, too, but nodded.
“Your front teeth aside – and you really should just let Madame Pomfrey take a look at those, if only so those bullies can't comment on them – I think you're a pretty girl, and I'd be honored to see you naked. Well, more than honored, but I hope you aren't too disappointed when I say that I'm not ready to show you my… appreciation. I'd like to spend more time with you, though, so that might change, although I'd like to find a more secure room before I join you in being naked. I'll admit that I'd like to at least try that at some point, though.”
“I'd like that. Now… watch and enjoy, I guess?”
Hermione smiled at him, got up and locked the door, then took off her shoes and socks. Then, she started slowly and deliberately stripping right in front of him, just far enough from the desk he was sitting on that he could see her whole body. She started by unbuttoning her shirt while watching him intently. She watched him as he took in every inch of skin she revealed. Just showing him her body already excited her, but seeing how he reacted to everything she revealed made her enjoy the process even more. When her shirt hung open, but still covering her young breasts – if not the fact that the shirt was all that was covering them – her eyes strayed from his face, and she could swear that the bulge in Harry's pants was expanding slightly with every inch that she pushed her shirt to the side, until finally, she was baring her left breast to him. Her chest was just big enough to show that she had definitely started puberty a while ago, but not so big that it was visible through her shirt and school robe.
His reactions so far excited Hermione so much, she decided to be a little devious, so she cupped said breast in her hand and slowly stroked it. The bulge in Harry's pants twitched, and his breath hitched slightly. She smiled, enjoying this more and more. In fact, the combination of her own stroking and Harry's reaction had excited her enough to make her nipples harden, so she lightly traced circles around the left one with her index finger before finally pinching it lightly. Her eyes nearly drifted shut as she moaned softly, but she managed to keep them open wide enough to make out another twitch.
Repeating the whole procedure with her right breast, she decided that she had definitely done the right thing by asking Harry to watch her. This was fun. Then, she turned her back to him and slowly pushed the open shirt down her arms and down her back. Another audible breath from Harry made her smirk. Yes, definitely fun.
He might think he wasn't “showing his appreciation” because he stayed fully clothed, but there were many ways to see if a guy was getting aroused, and Harry definitely was. No need to see his cock in the nude for that, though the thought aroused her even more – enough for her to notice that her panties were starting to get wet. 'It was a good idea to wear the white ones,' she thought, 'seeing them transparent from my wetness should make him even more horny.'
Hermione threw her shirt onto a nearby chair, then turned to face Harry again. After letting him admire her breasts for a few more seconds – and he did admire them – she caught his attention again by slowly pushing down the zipper of her skirt, then turning back around and pushing it down her legs inch by inch, bending over and pushing out her ass in Harry's direction in the process. Stepping out of her skirt, she put it on the same chair where her shirt already was. Then, she stood in front of him, her legs spread slightly so he could see her soaked panties.
“Want to be the one who takes those off, Harry?”
He gulped, clearly unsure whether or not she was serious, but nodded and stood up, anyways. He knelt in front of her, his face mere inches from her crotch, clearly admiring how her, by now completely see-through, panties clung to her pussy. He took a deep breath… and moaned.
“Merlin, Hermione, you smell divine!”
The admission made her even wetter, her juices running down her thighs since her panties couldn't soak up any more. Harry was actually daring enough to brush a drop away from her thighs and lick it form his finger, moaning once again at the taste, which made her blush.
“You taste delicious, too.”
“Thank you, Harry, but please don't touch me like that for now? I want you to watch and enjoy, I'm not ready for you to… participate.”
He nodded, and slowly dragged her panties down her leg, making sure to only touch the outside of her legs. As soon as it was visible, his eyes stayed fixed on her dripping wet (and completely bald) pussy. She stepped out of her panties with one foot, then lifted the other and put it on the seat of the chair with her clothes so he could take a closer look at her pussy. She smiled when she saw him looking closely; he had unconsciously lifted her panties to his face and was now smelling them and licking the crotch, moaning every once in a while. The sight had her juices freely running down her legs.
“I've always been a wet girl, Harry – I don't know if all witches are like that or if I lack some subconscious barriers because of my desire to show off, but I've always produced more juices than other girls my age supposedly do. Having you watch me, though… I've never been this wet. Soaked panties, yes, but wet feet? Never.”
She took her panties from him and put then with the rest of her clothes. When she turned back around to find him standing there, she spontaneously hugged him. He hesitated for a moment before hugging her back, making sure his hands stayed in safe areas. Hermione, though, was far beyond “safe”. She took one of his hands and put it on her butt. Seeing Harry's confused look, she whispered to him.
“I'm horny, Harry, and your hand feels really good there. That's your limit, though – safe areas and stroking my butt. Now, hold me for a while longer? I like this...”
Harry nodded. Having him hold her was comforting for Hermione. At the same time, having him stroke her ass was seriously keeping her aroused. After a while, she couldn't take it any longer. She fetched another chair, put it in front of “her” desk and sat down on said desk again, her legs drawn up and as far apart as she could spread them while she was leaning her back against the wall.
“Want a front row seat for the final act, Harry?”
He nodded and sat down. Hermione hadn't even waited for him and was already stroking her clitoris. Her pussy opened on its own, and a puddle of her juices formed beneath her, some even running down and vanishing in the crack of her ass – the feeling made her moan even more.
“I hope you like my pussy as bald as it is. I brewed a potion to vanish all heir below my neck, and only realized it was permanent when it never grew back. Not that I'm complaining, mind you – I like the look.”
“I like it, too. Do you have more of that potion? I started growing hair down there, too, and I don't like how it feels.”
Hermione moaned at the thought of a cock as bald as her pussy was. She told him that she didn't have any of the potion left, but could always make more since it was easy to brew. Harry was obviously distracted by her pussy, though, which she was now stroking more quickly, at the same time playing with her breast again. She was getting close to her orgasm.
Very close, in fact. Harry had just opened his mouth to thank her for the offer when she came, and she came hard. Her juices gushed from her pussy and right onto his surprised face, a good bit of them actually landing in his open mouth, making him swallow eagerly. He was still transfixed by her twitching pussy, so he wasn't as surprised by the second gush, but rather tried to catch as much as possible in his mouth – a fact that actually stimulated her so much, her orgasm got even stronger. After the third gush, he was completely soaked, and rather obviously enjoying the fact.
When she finally calmed down, the brown-eyed girl felt she had to apologize.
“Sorry for not warning you, Harry. That was the first time I actually squirted, and I would never have imagined that it would be this much. Thank you for making my orgasm that much better by watching me.”
“No need to apologize, Hermione – that was so sexy! If I get to watch that more often, well, count me in. Not that I would have said no before. Let's find a more secure room, though, because I'm sure I would enjoy it more if my skin was soaked instead of my clothes.”
Hermione blushed at that and quickly cast several cleaning charms at him, then at herself. When he looked at her questioningly, she just repeated that she had always been a wet girl, so cleaning charms were some of the first she tried.
After calming down a little – and enjoying the fact that Harry's eyes were still roaming over every inch of her body – Hermione got up and started dressing again. Putting on her skirt, her shirt, socks and shoes, then her robe, she enjoyed Harry's look of confusion when she obviously had no intention of putting on her panties again.
She picked them up, walked over to him and put them in his hand. With a challenging smirk, she said “I guess you might enjoy having those tonight. Just give them back whenever you're done with them.”
He groaned. “Here I am, totally amazed that I managed not to cum in my pants and already sure that I'll be hard all day after this, and you go and not only give me your soaked panties – thanks, by the way, I will definitely enjoy them – but also tell me that you'll be walking around without panties for the rest of the day.”
“Well,” she said as her smirk became, if possible, even more challenging, “I could just… step outside… and wait while you calm down, if that's what you want?”
He looked at her intently. Then he smirked right back – challenge accepted.
“And have you watching through the keyhole? Let's stop pretending that you aren't going to see this at some point, because we both obviously enjoyed this too much to let it end here. Fine, you're welcome to watch.”
That said, he took the spot on the desk Hermione had just vacated, opened his trousers and pulled out his hard cock. Challenging her with a look to take the place he, himself, had watched her from, she instead pulled her robe open, lifted her skirt and started slowly stroking herself while leaning against the wall. Having just come down from an intense orgasm, she didn't get as wet as before, but by the time he came – right into the crotch of her panties – her pussy was definitely glistening again.
Harry put himself away before, with a look just as challenging as her smirk was before, he returned her cum-soaked panties. Smiling right back at him, she put the panties back on, looking into his eyes and taking in his amazed look all the while. Then, she stalked over to him, leaned in so her mouth was right next to his ear, and whispered to him “I'm so glad that Madame Pomfrey insists on giving all girls the contraceptive potion every month, otherwise I wouldn't be able to feel you appreciation for the rest of the day.”
Then, they spent the rest of the day walking around together, telling each other about themselves. Neither of their minds strayed far from Hermione's cum-soaked knickers and the future of whatever it was they had just started, though. Hermione's magic, meanwhile, subconsciously kept Harry's cum just as it had been when she had put those panties on again, because she really liked the warm, squishy and slimy feeling against her privates.
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