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The Perfect Summer	By : harrypegger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 276423 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 29
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Thank you for the reviews so far! Grammar is not a super strong point of mine and I'm currently working without a beta, so if someone would like to volunteer to help out then that aspect could well improve.
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Harry woke the next morning to the sound of knocking on the door. “Come in!” he called groggily, reaching for his glasses. The door opened, and Hermione peeked in.
“Oh good, you’re decent,” she said, opening the door fully and walking in.
“Shouldn’t you have asked that before looking?” Harry asked. Hermione blushed.
“I suppose I should,” she said. “Oh well, no harm done. My parents have left some money for us, so we can go out and do something if you want, or we can just watch some TV, or a film. It’s ten’o’clock, so time you got up, anyway.”
“Right,” said Harry. Hermione looked at him expectantly. He waited, but she didn’t seem to be taking the hint. “Umm, do you mind leaving while I get dressed?” he said.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, blushing again. “Yes, sorry. I’ll wait downstairs for you.” She closed the door as she left, and Harry heard her heading down the stairs. He threw back the covers and climbed out of bed, the front of his boxer shorts tenting out massively with the raging hard on that he had definitely not wanted to reveal to his friend. He groaned, hoping it would go away without his help.
By the time he made it downstairs, washed and freshly clothed, his erection had subsided, and Hermione was in the kitchen.
“Do you want cereal?” she asked. “We only have healthy stuff, my parents aren’t fans of the chocolatey ones. Bad for your teeth,” she said with a wry smile.
“Sure,” he replied with a grin. “What do you have?”
After a bowl of shredded wheat, they sat down to plan the day.
“How about the swimming pool?” asked Hermione. Harry hesitated.
“Well...” he said. “I can’t actually swim,” he admitted. “The Dursleys never got me any lessons. I think maybe they were hoping that I’d just quietly drown one day, and they’d be rid of me.” He looked at Hermione, whose face was wearing an expression very similar to the ones he’d seen before when he and Ron had totally failed to do their homework in time, or handed in something they knew was utter rubbish.
“Those people...” she muttered. “Okay, well, that’s okay. Swimming isn’t that hard, I’m sure I can show you the basics, and then so long as we don’t go out of your depth, you should be fine. Half the fun is splashing around anyway.” she said airily.
“I also don’t have anything to swim in,” he pointed out.
“We can buy you some trunks at the pool,” she said. “But if you’d rather just do something else, that’s okay too,” she added, suddenly aware that she might be pressing this rather hard. Harry grinned at her again.
“No, that’s fine, we’ll go swimming. At least, you’ll go swimming. I’ll do my best not to sink.”
An hour later, Harry was in the mens changing rooms at the local swimming pool, wondering how Hermione had managed to talk him into wearing a pair of speedo trunks, rather than the baggy shorts he would have preferred. The pool was bound to be full of stunning girls wearing next to nothing, and his hard on would be obvious. At least he’d be underwater, he consoled himself. Putting everything into a locker, and pulling the key with its strap over his ankle, like he’d seen a couple of other guys do, he went into the pool area.
He looked around for Hermione, but didn’t see her. As he’d predicted, the pool was full of kids, his age, younger, and older, with some of the girls wearing very skimpy bikinis. He sighed as he looked around again, trying to find his friend. On the other side of the pool, he noticed a girl with bushy hair appear from the changing rooms. He kept looking for Hermione, until his brain dragged his eyes back to her. It WAS Hermione. It was all he could do to stop his jaw hitting the floor. She was wearing a tiny bikini that was at least the equal of any of the others there in skimpiness. How had she been hiding that incredible body all this time? Her tits weren’t huge, but given how skinny she was, they were more than adequate. She spotted him and waved, and padded over to him. He made sure to fix his eyes on her face as she got nearer, he didn’t want a slap for staring at her chest.
“Well, are you ready?” she asked with a smile, as she got close to him. He eyed the water with some trepidation.
“I suppose so,” he answered.
“Come on then!” Harry followed her to the side of the pool, where she climbed down a metal ladder and into the water. He did the same, and once in the water water, with his feet on the bottom, he turned.
“So wha-” he began, only to be cut off by a wave of water thrown at his face. He spluttered as he wiped his eyes clear, to see Hermione laughing. “Oh I see!” he said, and used his arm to throw as much water right back at her as he could. She disappeared underwater before it hit her, popping her head back into the air after the splash had landed. Her eyes were filled with mirth as she lazily floated away from him. Harry thought she looked totally different with her hair plastered down on her head by the water. She looked stunning.
“I thought you wanted to learn how to swim?” she teased.
“I did, but then it seemed like you just wanted to horse around,” he answered. She giggled.
“Well, you were standing there looking so serious. You needed to get wet.”
“Hermione, I was standing in three feet of water. I WAS wet.” She just laughed again.
“Well, wetter. Anyway, see if you can swim over to me,” she said.
“What, just like that?” he asked, uncertain.
“You never know until you try,” she told him. Harry took a deep breath and threw himself forward, trying to kick his legs and paddle with his hands. After a few seconds of frantic effort, he reached her. “Not bad,” she told him. “What you just did was called doggy paddle. It’s how most people start. If you can do that, then you can probably swim, you just need more confidence.”
“I’ll try,” he replied. “I’m just trying not to give the Dursleys their fondest wish. ‘Dear Mr and Mrs Dursley,’” he began, as if reading a letter. “‘we’re afraid to tell you that your nephew got into a swimming pool and sank like a stone.’”
“Come on then,” said Hermione, drifting away again. “Try again.”
After fifteen minutes or so of this, Hermione decided they should take a break, and Harry suggested they try some of the slides that he had been eyeing, going from different heights and disgorging their occupants into different parts of the pool.
“If you want to,” she replied, and they headed over to the ladder to get out of the pool. Deliberately, Harry hung back so Hermione reached the ladder first, and he watched as she pulled herself out of the water, and climbed the ladder. Her bikini bottoms had ridden up between her butt cheeks a little, giving him an amazing view of her arse as she got out of the pool. He directed his attention towards the ladder as she reached the top, before she turned around and caught him staring. They made their way to one of the slides that deposited its riders into the middle part of the pool, where Harry would at least be able to reach the bottom with his feet, but the slide was still high enough to be interesting.
“I suppose I’ll go down first,” said Hermione, “Just in case you need someone to pull you out of the way before someone else comes down and lands on your head.”
Harry laughed, and then stopped when Hermione didn’t even smile. “That can happen?” he asked hesitantly.
“Well, I suppose it’s not very likely, but I’d rather not take the chance. Dumbledore asked us to look after you, and I don’t think letting someone land on your head falls into that category.”
They joined the queue for the slide, and before long they were climbing up to the top, Hermione’s butt in his face. This time though, he was doing his best to ignore it, because he could feel his cock stirring inside the tight confines of the speedos. He knew he was failing miserably at ignoring her. To distract himself, he looked out over the pool that was now spread out below them. The slide looked an awful lot higher from up here, and his excitement built a little. He turned back as the queue moved forward again, and stared straight at Hermione’s half covered arse cheeks. Deliberately, he looked past her to see how many people were in front of them now, and she noticed his head peering round to see past her. “Nearly there!” she said cheerily. “Nervous yet?” she asked.
“Because of the height?” he said somewhat drily. “No. Just about hitting the water.” They moved forward as the attendant motioned Hermione to the top, and made her wait while the boy in front of her slid down. With a wave, he motioned her to go down the slide, and she swung herself down to generate some speed. Harry waited until the man motioned him forward, and then waved him down the slide. Trying to copy Hermione, he swung himself down the slide as hard as he could, launching himself down the tube. He hurtled down, wildly swinging from side to side as the slide twisted and turned, and before he knew it he was out and hitting the water at the bottom. Despite himself, he panicked a little as he was completely under water, not really know which way up he was pointing, reaching blindly for the bottom with his feet. He felt someone grab his hand, and gasped as his head broke the surface and Hermione pulled him backwards.
“It’s okay Harry!” he heard her saying in his ear. “I’ve got you!” He relaxed, and let himself be pulled backwards a little more. He realised that her arms were around him, and her breasts were pressed into his back as they moved back towards the shallower water, and he enjoyed the feeling. She released him, and he turned around, suddenly slightly embarrassed.
“Thanks,” he said, slightly sheepishly. She grinned.
“You’re welcome. It wasn’t exactly facing down a troll, so I don’t think we’re even close to even yet,” she answered. He grinned back, still fighting back a little embarrassment at how he’d panicked. “Want to try some more swimming?” she asked.
“Yeah, okay,” he said, looking around for a reasonably clear spot of water.
They found a spot, and resumed the earlier practice of him trying to swim a few feet towards her, but he wasn’t able to progress much beyond a frantic doggy paddle.
“You don’t need to be afraid of sinking,” she said as they took a breather. He looked at her.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed Hermione, but I don’t float very well.”
“I wonder if we could get you some floats or something,” she mused, looking around. Harry followed her gaze, seeing some very small children with inflatable armbands, or rubber rings around their bodies.
“Er, no, I don’t think so Hermione. I already look ridiculous enough.” She looked back at him.
“Well, what if I held you up? I should be able to manage it in the water.”
Harry looked at her somewhat dubiously. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said firmly. “Come on, lets give it a go.” She put her hand on his belly, and Harry did his best to get into a swimming position, letting her hand support him. It did feel much easier with her holding him, and he was able to concentrate on trying to swim without frantically staying afloat. Of course, the fact that his gorgeous best friend was now in very close proximity to him, with her hand just inches from his crotch was a different distraction, and his dick was reminding him of this.
“You’re doing really well Harry,” she said as he slowly swam along, Hermione close beside him. He felt her hand slide along his belly as she withdrew the support, and he jumped as her fingers brushed his now fully erect penis that was straining against the fabric of his trunks. He swam on a few feet before he started to fumble a little bit, and put his feet down. Had she noticed what she’d touched? He could feel his face burning as he turned around. Hermione’s face seemed a bit red as well, but that could have just been from the effort of holding him up in the water.
“Well, umm, how was that?” she asked, and Harry relaxed. She seemed to be totally oblivious to what had happened.
“Er, yeah, much better. I wasn’t concentrating so much on not drowning.”
“Want to try again?”
He nodded, and they repeated the process, Hermione again pulling the support away when Harry seemed to have gotten into a rhythm, her hand again sliding down his belly and fingers brushing his cock. Again, when he stopped, she didn’t seem to have noticed that she’d touched anything untoward.
After a couple more repeats, Harry felt it was time to call an end to the experiment, or he would never get his hard on down before they had to get out of the water. They spent another half an hour splashing around, before the whistle went to tell everyone that it was time for the session to end.
“See you in the lobby?” she asked, as they got out of the pool. He nodded.
“Yep, won’t be long.”
He headed to the mens changing rooms, and showered quickly in some hot water to rinse the pool water out of his hair before drying off and putting his clothes back on. He headed out to the lobby, where he waited for Hermione. After a few minutes, she came out, dressed in her jeans and T-shirt, her still damp hair hanging loosely around her shoulders. Harry was again struck by how incredible she looked when he looked at her outside of their normal environment, stuck in all concealing robes, and burdened down with huge books.
“I don’t know about you,” she said as she walked towards him, “But I’m starving. Food?”
“God yes!” he exclaimed. “I could eat a horse.”
Hermione laughed. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”
They headed home, where they found the food that had been left for them and heated it up in the microwave. By the time Hermione ladled steaming piles of stir fry onto their plates, they were both famished, and attacked the food with gusto.
After clearing up, the two of them headed into the living room where they collapsed onto the couch to watch some TV. Harry still couldn’t quite believe how things had worked out. Was this what normal life was like? Not hiding away, being allowed to do fun things, eat as much as he wanted, watch TV and generally have fun? He looked over at Hermione, who was laughing at something on the TV, and smiled to himself. He could get used to this.
Before either of them knew it, they heard the front door opening.
“Kids?” called Hermione’s mum.
“Here mum!” she called back, still watching the TV. She looked up as her mum came into the room, followed by her father.
“Ah good,” said her mum. “We were hoping you wouldn’t still be gallivanting around. How do you feel about some shopping? You need new stuff, and Harry definitely does.”
“When?”
“Now? We can eat while we’re out.” Hermione looked at Harry, who looked rather reluctant.
“Don’t even think about arguing, Potter,” she said in mock stern tones. Harry blinked in surprise.
“Yes, professor,” he replied, tempted to stick his tongue out at her as well. The adults both laughed, and waited patiently while Harry and Hermione got ready to head out to the shopping centre.
When they reached the shops, they headed for a large department store first. “Right,” said Hermione’s mum. “I’m going to take Hermione to get some stuff, Richard,” she told her husband, “Why don’t you take Harry to get a few things?”
“Right you are dear,” he answered. “Come on then Harry, lets see what there is. I bet we can have everything you need before these two have picked out a single thing.”
True to his word, Mr Granger and Harry managed to pick out 2 pairs of jeans, a couple of T-shirts and a regular shirt in about fifteen minutes, before heading back to find the women, chattering about Quidditch.
“So what happens if no one can find the snitch?” asked the older man, amazed at the game that was being described.
“The game keeps going until someone does,” said Harry with a grin. “They’ve been known to go on for days in the past.”
They wandered around, looking for where the women could be, when Harry heard Hermione’s voice over a divider wall hung with coats. “No mum! I’m tired of getting plain ones, I want something more grown up, with lace and things.”
“You do?” came her mums surprised voice. “Oh, okay then. Lets go and have a look. Do you want different colours?” Hermione’s response was lost as they apparently walked away.
“Mr Granger?” called Harry. “I just heard them over there,” he said, indicating where the voices had come from.
“Ah,” said the older man. “Then perhaps we better leave them to it for a while Harry, that’s the lingerie section over there.” Harry blushed.
“Oh...” he said, unsure what to say. Mr Granger laughed.
“Not to worry, how about a cup of tea while we wait?” He led them both to a small cafe and bought some tea for them both, where they chatted about stuff that Hermione hadn’t talked about, but Harry enjoyed immensely, like wizard chess, gobstones and chocolate frog cards.
They were just finishing the tea when Hermione and her mum trotted over, already carrying several bags. “There you are!” called Mrs Granger. They sat next to them at the table. “How did you do?” she asked, looking at the two bags that were under the table. Her husband smiled.
“I told you, in and out, done and dusted.”
“Yep,” added Harry, “All sorted.” The two women gave them both a disbelieving look.
“Really,” said Hermione, her voice heavy with disbelief. “So what did you get?”
“Two pairs of jeans, two shirts, and a nice shirt.”
“And you think you’re done? You poor boy.”
Harry looked surprised. “What more do I need?”
Hermione’s mum took over. “Boys...” she muttered. “A man can’t survive with two days worth of clothing. No Harry, you aren’t nearly done yet. Come on.” She stood up imperiously, and Harry reluctantly got to his feet along with Hermione, who flashed him a brilliant smile.
“I told you I wanted a life size doll, didn’t I?” she said mischievously.
For the next two hours, Harry was dragged between various different clothes shops, ordered to try on clothes, then to try on different ones, all the time presenting himself for inspection, while bags seemed to accumulate in Mr Grangers arms at an alarming rate. Hermione hadn’t been kidding about a life size doll, as she became her familiar bossy self, ordering him around in a manner that had the adults raising their eyebrows at times as Harry mutely accepted her commands.
Finally, they settled into a restaurant to eat, where Hermione asked where they should go next.
“I think poor Harry is just about done in, dear,” said her mum.
“He HAS had the patience of a saint, Hermione,” said her dad. “The number of times you sent him back in to try a new shirt with those jeans...” he teased. Hermione blushed.
“I just want him to look good,” she said defensively.
“Hermione, I won’t be able to wear all these things in a month of sundays,” complained Harry. “What on earth do I need with so much stuff?”
Hermione admitted defeat. “Fine, fine. We’re done.” Her parents laughed.
“Take your victories where you find them dear,” said her mum. “I’m sure he’s not always this compliant.” Harry and Hermione both looked at each other, and burst out laughing.
“No,” said Hermione, still laughing. “No, I suppose he’s not.”
It was after nine’o’clock when they got home, and Hermione insisted on helping Harry put away his new acquisitions, once she was done with hers. “What did you get?” Harry asked curiously.
“Just stuff,” she replied, hanging a shirt in the wardrobe.
“You got five bags of ‘just stuff’?” he asked. She shot him a look.
“Yes Harry, just stuff. I did get some new shirts, and stuff for summer, since there’s still almost 6 weeks left of it. It’s the first time I’ve had someone around to share everything with, so I plan on making the most of it.”
“You’ve never had friends over before?” asked Harry, unable to stop himself.
“Well, not really,” said Hermione. “I mean, obviously I’ve had friends around, but not for weeks at a time. Hopefully the weather won’t let us down totally!” Harry laughed, and then yawned hugely. “Oh dear!” she exclaimed. “Are you really tired?”
“I’m fine,” he replied. “Bit tired, but yeah, fine.” Hermione looked at her watch.
“It’s nearly ten!” she exclaimed. “No wonder you’re yawning. Mum will probably be telling us to go to bed soon anyway.”
Hermione finished putting the last of the clothes away, and went to the door. “Well, today was fun, thanks Harry.”
He smiled back at her. “No, thank you Hermione. Now at least I might not drown instantly if I find myself in a lake.” She laughed.
“Goodnight, Harry,” she said, closing the door with a smile.
Harry got ready for bed, before turning out the light and climbing into the wonderful double bed that he’d been given. He closed his eyes, but his imagination immediately turned to thoughts of Hermione in the little bikini that she’d worn to the pool. He never would have guessed that she would wear something like that, imagining her as more of a conservative one piece kind of girl. Then he remembered his overheard conversation about wanting more ‘grown up’ stuff, possibly bras and knickers, if Mr Granger had been correct about that being the lingerie section at the store.
He felt himself stiffening in his boxers, and he pushed them down, stroking his cock slowly as visions of Hermione in lacy underwear paraded across his mind. He remembered the feel of her hand on his penis during her inadvertent touches today, and then imagined her lying beside him, stroking him instead of his own hand. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it up as he masturbated, before groaning and almost involuntarily moaning out Hermione’s name. With a grunt, he came, shooting thick ropes of cum onto his belly as his hand moved slower over his cock.
Harry breathed deeply, his heart hammering in his chest as he looked around for something to clean up the mess he’d made. He grabbed some tissues from a box on the bedside table, and wiped up the mess, depositing them in a bin next to the table. He flopped back into bed, his cock now deflated, and pulled up his boxers. Yes, this summer was going to be great, he thought, before drifting off to sleep.
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