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What Hermione Wants	By : HermioneCosplayer Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7039 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N

Sorry for the delay. My fault for releasing so many prewritten chapters up front. If I had held them back, you wouldn’t have even noticed a pause. I’m going to wait for a few more chapters to do a big review overview, but I wanted to thank the reviewers. Especially for things like the spelling correction on Profit/Prophet and that kind of thing! I want that kind of accuracy. I’m going to try to catch that at the same time I update a chapter so the story doesn’t keep getting bumped back to the top without a major update.

For all the Draco/Hermione people, remember that this is only the first day after the ceremony and Harry/Hermione are still in “walking on air – OMG! he/she also likes me like THAT!” mode. Draco doesn’t give up that easy.

For Harry/Hermione people, maybe it is true love and big bad Draco won’t be able to sway Hermione’s feelings?

For people concerned that Harry hit Hermione, if she were my friend and this were real life, I’d be concerned to. As Cassandra Claire says, “He has a lot to be upset about” (http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/cassie/ALTBUA.html)! Considering how many fics there are hosted here where someone gets raped and then falls in love with his or her rapist, I think this is minor. I think the story makes it clear that Harry feels a great deal of remorse. As the person writing ‘this’ Harry, he doesn’t have it in him to hit her again.

Chapter 20 (Saturday continued)

A few hours later that afternoon, Draco eyed a certain red haired girl curled up with a book in the window seat in the library still wearing her practice uniform. She wasn’t reading either. She just stared out the window and absentmindedly watched Ravenclaw’s Quidditch practice in the distance.

He sat next to her and watched her for a few minutes waiting for her to say something. Ginny finally spoke without emotion, “he broke up with me...” and she kept staring out the window. “He didn’t give me a reason; he wouldn’t give me another chance...”

Draco looked around. “It’s a bit public here, meet me behind the restricted section,” he requested as he got up and walked to a more secluded area of the library.

Ginny joined him a few minutes later and he held her as she cried. He decided to play the role of a nice guy with her for a while just to see what information he could gather. There was plenty of time to use Harry and Hermione’s new relationship to his advantage in case he felt like breaking up the ‘Dream Team’ using jealousy, but he saw no reason to rush into it.

Draco cuddled her a bit as he spoke to her, “so he didn’t tell you anything at all?”

“No!” Ginny whined and Draco nonverbally hushed her. She continued more quietly. “He just said it wasn’t working out and it was over.”

Draco gave her a gentle kiss but Ginny threw herself into it with everything she had. Between breaths and kisses she managed to get out, “I don’t think it’s me...at least I don’t think so...Potter seems to appreciate girls on some esthetic level...but I’m really starting to think he might be gay.”

This surprised Draco so much that he had to stop kissing her. He held her at arms length for a few moments before he thought of a response, “You mean my little Ginger Hell Cat was still unable get through to Saint Potter this summer?”

Ginny pouted, “No. My brothers were even starting to look good to me...and don’t look at me like that, I’m joking and if you had a sister as pretty as you are, you wouldn’t judge me.”

Draco smirked before laughing. He had to answer her, “Perhaps not,” before picking up where they left off. He thought to himself yet again that this continued to get curiouser and curiouser.

After getting far too comfortable for the library, then feeling far too uncomfortable to be doing what they were doing in a public place, Ginny asked, “Draco, any chance I can get a tour of that new room of yours tonight?”

“I’d like that, little Ginger-Cat, but I share a common room with Hermione and she tends to study in there quite a bit. I can’t count on being able to get you in and out of there without her seeing you.” Draco replied.

Ginny pouted. “Fuck Hermione!”

Draco laughed and thought about how that was in his plans but he didn’t really feel he could bring that up. Also he wasn’t really hiding her from Hermione, he wanted control over when she found out about Harry and Hermione. “No, I’d rather fuck you,” Draco said playfully and gave her more kisses. “I appreciate that it wouldn’t bother you, but I’m the one that would have to live with the ‘stare of death’ from the Bookworm for the next month or so because of it. No thank you!”

“You can’t let her run your life, Draco.” Ginny stated.

“True.” Draco bluffed, “just let me get more used to her schedule. I’m sure I’ll get more of a handle on when she’s likely to do things in a bit.”

Ginny pouted. “Ok.” Then she perked up and whispered in his ear. “What about some of our haunts from last year?”

Draco smiled, “I thought you’d never ask.”

****

Much later that night, Harry joined Hermione in her room. They had spent the afternoon apart so Hermione had plenty of time to study. She also knew that Harry had his difficult conversation with Ginny.

“How did she take it?” Hermione asked.

Harry had an uncomfortable look on his face. “Exactly how I thought she would. I think she went through all the traditional stages of grief right then and there, heavy on the bargaining. She made all kinds of deals and promises about what she would be willing to do if we stayed together...”

Hermione raised her eyebrows in question. “None of that made you curious?”

“It’s not like she hadn’t been trying to get me to do the exact same things for at least the past six months anyway.” Harry smiled. “It was nothing new...well, one new thing. She played the gay card.”

Hermione choked. “Dare I ask?”

“It’s not that mysterious. Right in the middle of the common room, in her loudest voice, she hit me with, ‘You’re gay, aren’t you?’ and thfferffered her services to find out for sure.” This time, Harry was the one turning bright red. “And I could only deny it so much, because if I kept saying she was wrong the more right she would look. You and I both know who is going to end up propositioning me after those comments...”

Hermione shook her head. “I can think of a long list! You’ve going to have to come out!”

Harry looked at her, “Hello? Maybe some curiosity that I didn’t act on a few years ago, but Not Gay!”

Hermione smiled and raised her eyebrows, “Really now? Curiosity hmm? I hear that’s normal... What I should have said is we’ll need to ‘come out’ as a couple sooner than we planned to stop the rainbow wand brigade from cornering you in the showers.”

Harry thought for a moment. “I’m not sure why, but this conversation made me think about something. No DA for this year.”

“Why did that make you think of Dumbledore’s Army, Harry?&;
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He put his arms around her and cuddled her close. “Why don’t we just stop thinking and talking about it too much and let me kiss that sexy mouth of yours, and let’s see what happens.”

Hermione smiled and kissed him passionately before answering. “I like the way you think, Mr. Potter.”

“I like the way you kiss, Miss Granger,” Harry replied, and kissed her again. He ran his hand down herk ank and slid his hand under the waistband of her silky panties and caressed the soft curves of her arse. He pulled her closer and felt himself throbbing against her almost flat tummy.

Hermione sighed and opened her mouth for a much deeper kiss and began exploring his mouth. likeliked the way his tongue felt. It was warm and wet, but not slimy. Her hands became more and more restless as they traveled up and down his back. Harry, keeping his hands under her knickers, slid his hand over her hip and then between her legs. They parted as soon as his hand approached and he felt how warm and inviting she seemed. He was feeling a bit more like a ‘man of the world,’ having done this the night before and it was a little easier knowing what to expect and having a vague idea of what she liked. He explored her folds and felt her gasp as he gave her clit some special attention. He eased her over on her back so she could be more comfortable and then really paid attention to watching the wonderful expressions she was making as she was enjoying his touches. It was so powerful for him to watch and he thought to him self with a sense of pride, ‘I’m making her react like that!’ Harry brought his other hand into play and let a finger on his left hand slowly slip inside her while keeping his right hand focused on the outside.

Harry paused for a moment to remove the last of her clothing and she whimpered at the loss of his fingers, but they quickly returned to their former positions and he even slid and additional finger inside her as he continued to manipulate her swollen clit back and forth, faster and faster with just the right amount of pressure. When she came, he could feel a slight pulsating against the fingers of his left hand. He kissed her deeply and then caught her eye as he licked his finger clean. “I love watching you like that, ‘Mione,” he whispered to her.

She was still out of breath, but did her best to answer. “It’sd ofd of embarrassing. You make me so out of control!”

“That’s the idea, love.” Harry commented.

She reached up to kiss him, and then began working her way down his body with little butterfly kisses. She reached the waistband of his boxers and yanked them off quickly before continuing toe work her way down. She kissed the small trail of hair below his belly button and followed it to the black curls surrounding his rock hard penis. Instead of feeling a little bit scared and intimidated as she had when Malfoy’s had slipped out his swim suit, she wanted to make him feel just as loved and satisfied as she was. She started by reaching down and kissing it. Harry moaned as Hermione took the head of his penis in her mouth and began to explore it with her tongue. She then removed it from her mouth and licked it from top to bottom exploring him with her tongue and lips. Her mouth tasted the cooler hair covered flesh of his balls and she experimented to see how much of each she could fit inside her mouth.

Hermione laughed to herself as she couldn’t help but notice that certain parts of the male anatomy were a bit further forward it appeared in pictures explaining why things like riding a broom – even with a cushioning charm – or a bicycle weren’t as uncomfortable or even downright impossible for males as she thought they should be. Then she admonished the analytical side of her brain for coming out at a time like this!

Hermione worked her way back up, then tried to take as much of him as possible inside her mouth at once. She was so glad she didn’t have big front teeth anymore! She looked up for a moment without stopping what she was doing to see that Harry’s eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily and had a slight smile on his face. He opened his eyes and smiled a shy smile at her and gently stroked her hair back so he could see her better. Hermione remembered from her book that it was possible to relax her throat and take more in, but since she tended to gag at the thought of a doctor saying the words, “say ah,” she had the feeling that deep throating was something that she would need to work her way up to over a long period of time. She got the feeling that both she and Harry would enjoy the practice.

She tasted the salty pre-cum for the first time and used her tongue to circle the head of his cock, then started to use her hand to make up for what she couldn’t take in her mouth. She could feel Harry’s body tense and he got even harder and she found a rhythm that seemed to match what his body seemed to want. Harry warned her that he was about to come, but at the time, her mind clouded by the euphoria of giving pleasure, Hermione just thought it was some sort of progress report. She felt his body tense and then she felt the bit of warm, salty essence of Harry enter her mouth. She swallowed, and then curled up with him. After a few minutes it occurred to her that he had warned her in case she didn’t want him to come in her mouth.

Harry kissed her deeply tasting himself on her lips. “Oh my God, that was amazing.” Harry kissed her again. “I’m sorry I don’t have anything more original to say.”

Hermione suddenly felt a bit shy. “I really liked doing it for you. It always sounded so gross when all the girls talked about it, but with you...”

Harry cuddled her close. “May I stay the night again? If we wake up in time, there’s something I’d like to have another go at.”

Hermione smiled. “I’ll get the lights. This room certainly has its advantages.”

As they drifted off to sleep Harry whispered very softly, “’love you ‘Mione. Thanks for giving me something new to fight for.”

Harry and Hermione woke early Sunday morning and Harry had the pleasure of actually having an outlet for his typical teenaged male morning arousal. To his delight, and relief, this encounter lasted a respectable amount of time. Since he was very focused on Hermione�s reactions, he knew there was no need to fall into the stereotypical trap of asking her if she had enjoyed herself as well; she had made that abundantly clear. They snuggled together in their early morning afterglow and drifted back to sleep.

***

A few hours later, Harry and Hermione dressed and headed to breakfast, but were shocked to find both Ginny and Ron sitting in the Head Girl and Boy�s common room. Ron showed his anger and betrayal by slamming down the copy of the Sunday Prophet that he was reading on the table, but other than that his voice stayed measured and calm at first. “So when were you going to tell us?”
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