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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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Harry awoke the next morning to a soft knocking on the door. “Harry?” came Hermione’s voice.
“Come in Hermione,” he called, reaching for his glasses. The door opened, and his friend entered, wearing a light sundress.
“How can you sleep so late?” she asked. “Come on, it’s ten already and gorgeous outside. Do you want to go to the park?” Harry said that he did, so Hermione left him to get dressed, which he did in some of his new clothes. It actually felt a bit odd to be wearing muggle clothes that fit, he thought. He headed downstairs to get some breakfast while Hermione hovered impatiently waiting for him to finish.
It was really nice outside, Harry had to admit. The air was warm and the sun was shining, coincidentally making Hermione look even more beautiful as they laughed and joked together. She bought lunch for the pair of them with money that her parents had left behind, and then they wandered around a little more, before finding an ice cream van that Hermione insisted they stop at.
“So,” she said, “What do you think of my dress?” She held it out a little for him to see while they both ate their ice creams.
“Did you get it yesterday?” He asked. She nodded.
“You look amazing,” he said. Hermione seemed to flush slightly at the praise, and twirled away from him, pointing immediately at a otter that had just swum up to the edge of the lake and was drawing a small crowd.
“Oh look! Isn’t it beautiful?” They walked over, and she sighed as they got closer. “I wish I had a camera with me, I love otters.”
“Really?” asked Harry, intrigued. “Why?” She turned to him.
“They’re just so sleek, and pretty. They’re amazing divers and swimmers, and can catch fish practically the same size as they are.” They watched as the otter came onto the shore, to investigate a few scraps of bread that had been thrown for the ducks earlier, before disappearing back into the water without a splash.
Happily, they headed home, finding Hermione’s parents already home and preparing dinner.
“Have you had a good day, kids?” asked Mr Granger.
“Yes,” said Hermione. “We just went to the park. We saw the most beautiful otter in the lake, I wish I’d had the camera to take a photo.” Mr Granger laughed.
“He probably wouldn’t have stayed still for you. Remember that time we tried to get a photo of you and the otter a few years ago?” Hermione made a face, and Harry laughed. “Well, go and wash up for dinner you two, it’ll be ready soon.
Dinner was as relaxed as usual, and before long they were all watching TV together, and soon after that, so it seemed, it was time for bed again. Harry once again found himself with images of Hermione in his head, this time stripping off her sundress to reveal a totally naked body underneath. Again he moaned her name as he came, spurting cum all over his chest. If only, he thought as he cleaned up and got back into bed. If only.
The following day was busy. The Grangers barbeque was planned for that evening, so Harry and Hermione found a list of jobs for them to do to get the place ready. Hermione expressed surprise that Harry knew how to work a hoover or clean a window at all.
“I’ve been doing this stuff for the Dursleys for years,” he said. “They said I had to earn my keep, so I got all the chores.” He said it so matter of factly that Hermione didn’t even know what to say in response, so she carefully bit back a response about child slaves, and merely commented that he would make someone a good husband, especially if he could work a washing machine as well.
“Oh no,” he replied. “I’m not allowed near the washing machine after accidentally shrinking some of Aunt Petunia’s clothes when I was eight.” She laughed with him, but again felt a swell of anger for people who would use an eight year old child as a live in servant.
Finally everything was done, and then the Grangers were back and telling them to both go upstairs and put on some nice clothes, and with a despairing glance at both of them, Mrs Granger told them to try and tame their hair a little. They both looked at each other and smirked slightly, before heading upstairs.
When they came back down, Mr Granger was outside getting the barbeque lit, while Mrs Granger was sorting out some food. She noticed them come into the kitchen, and gave them a satisfied look. “Well!” she said. “Haven’t you both turned out nice?” The two youngsters gave each other a slightly embarrassed look. Harry had dressed in a nice pair of jeans, and one of the nicer shirts that he had picked out with Hermione’s help, while Hermione was dressed in a plain, but quite figure hugging blue dress. “Anyway,” continued Mrs Granger, “Ground rules for tonight. You’re allowed two glasses of wine each, but space them out, drink some water or soft drinks in between them. Hermione, your cousins will be here, so try and entertain them a little bit. I’m sure there’s some games somewhere that you can play. And obviously this is a work night for most of us, so we won’t be finishing too late!”
Harry gestured at the food. “Is there anything we can do to help?”
“No thank you dear, you two have worked all day. You have the evening off,” she said with a smile.
Harry and Hermione sat and watched as guests arrived, mostly friends of her parents, but also her Aunt and Uncle, who also had three kids of their own. The eldest was quite a bit older than Hermione, at seventeen, and she greeted Hermione and then immediately went out into the garden to talk to the adults, but the younger two were introduced to Harry as Amelia, who was twelve, and Inigo, who was ten. While the food was cooking, they decided to set up a board game, and Hermione asked Harry if he would come and get some drinks with her while the other two set the game up.
“I don’t expect you’ve ever had wine before, Harry?” she asked as they went into the kitchen. Harry shook his head.
“No, not the sort of thing the Dursleys give out to the unwanted house guests,” he joked.
“Well, try white wine first. Red can be quite overpowering.” She poured out two (quite large, Harry thought) glasses for them, and then poured out two glasses of juice for her cousins, who hadn’t been allowed any wine. They carried them back to the living room, where the cousins had set up the game. Hermione set about explaining it to everyone. It was called Elixir, and to Harry’s surprise, involved the making and selling of magical potions in order to win. She caught his surprised look and smiled slightly.
The evening was actually far more enjoyable than Harry had anticipated. They played Elixir twice, with Hermione winning both times. “Imagine that,” Harry had stated. “Hermione is good at making magical potions, can’t imagine where she learned that.” Hermione just shushed him, saying she had played it before, but the two friends shared a knowing smile at his joke.
They went and met some of The Grangers friends, and chatted briefly with her older cousin, Abi. By the time people started to leave, it was around 10pm, and Harry was feeling the effects of his first taste of wine. Hermione seemed a little bit more giggly than usual, and was slightly red faced after her two glasses, and Harry was actually glad that they hadn’t been allowed more, or he felt he might have made a fool of himself. He already felt a little lightheaded and unsteady on his feet. At half past ten, Mrs Granger came and found them giggling about something in the garden.
“Bed time, I think you two,” she said firmly, but with a smile. Hermione looked up, her face still slightly red.
“Yes mum.”
“You did just have the two glasses, didn’t you?”
“Of course!” replied Hermione, and Harry nodded a vigorous agreement.
“Hmm. Alright then,” she said, with a slightly raised eyebrow. “Go on, bed. Shoo.” She waved them back to the house and went to see to her guests.
Harry and Hermione both climbed the stairs slightly unsteadily, before heading to their bedrooms.
“Night Harry,” she said.
“G’night Hermione,” Harry said with a wave as he headed into his bedroom. She waved back, and Harry closed the door. How sexy had Hermione looked tonight? That dress had been incredible. He pulled off his clothes, and flopped naked onto the bed. He looked down at his cock, which was stiffening with his thoughts of Hermione, and he started to stroke it. Within moments he was fully erect, and he closed his eyes, thinking of Hermione taking off that dress, totally naked underneath. He pictured her walking towards him, and putting her own hand on him, masturbating him. “Oh God, yes, Hermione,” he moaned, speeding his movements. “Ohh, Hermione! Ugh!” he grunted as he came, feeling the hot cum splashing onto his chest. As he lay there with his eyes closed, he heard a sound at his door. His eyes flashed open, and he shot an alarmed look at the door. Grabbing his discarded T-shirt from earlier just in case, he spoke up.
“Hello?” Silence. “Is anyone there?” Again, more silence. He heaved a relieved sigh. It had probably just been a draught, someone opening or closing the front door. He looked down at the streaks of white cum adorning his chest, and grabbed some tissues to clean up, before putting on boxers and T-shirt to go to the bathroom and brush his teeth before sleep.
Harry woke up the next morning after ten, and after pulling on some clothes he headed downstairs to see where Hermione was. Somewhat predictably she was reading a book, and didn’t even look up as she wished him good morning. “I’m going to have some cereal,” he ventured, not quite sure what to make of her mood. So far she had been extremely chipper in the mornings, in fact he was a little surprised that she hadn’t come to wake him up earlier.
“Okay,” she responded, again without looking up. He walked off to the kitchen, giving his friend a quick backward glance as he did so. Had he said something to make her mad last night?
As he was sitting at the kitchen table munching through a bowl of Shreddies, Hermione came in and sat down in front of him, her face serious and also somewhat red. “Harry, I need to talk to you,” she said. While her tone of voice was fairly firm, her body language was rather different, as if she might just run and hide at any moment.
“What did I do?” he asked, slightly panicked. “Did I say something stupid last night? If I did I’m really sorry, I was probably a little drunker than I thought I’d be and…” Hermione waved him into silence and took a deep breath.
“No Harry, it’s nothing like that. Okay, just let me talk, I don’t know that I can say this if you interrupt.” Harry nodded, and she continued. “After I went to bed last night, I needed the loo, and as I was passing your door, I heard you say my name. I was worried you were having a nightmare, so I opened it and…Isawyoumasturbating,” she said in a rush, as Harry felt his face grow unbearably hot, and he looked down at his cereal. Hermione carried on, her voice trembling.
“I know I shouldn’t have Harry, but I watched until you…finished, and then I left.”
Harry crumbled inside. She had seen him! He wasn’t sure whether she was going to say more, but jumped in anyway. “I’m really sorry Hermione. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe if we can send Hedwig with a letter to Ron I can stay at the burrow for the rest of the summer. I’m su…” She stopped him there. “I said don’t interrupt me Harry. I’m not mad. What I want to say is that…I liked it,” she whispered. Harry looked up in shock into a face that was easily as red as his.
“You liked that?” he asked dumbly. She nodded, blushing even brighter if that was possible. “Why?” he asked. “You don’t think it’s disgusting?”
“Harry,” she answered, and although her voice still trembled slightly she sounded a bit more like herself. “I’m thirteen too you know. I think about sex just as much as you do.” Harry looked at her in disbelief, and as if goaded by that look she carried on, “In fact, after you finished I went back to my room and sort of, um, did the same thing. Thinking of you.”
Harry felt his mouth fall open as he looked at her, her direct stare challenging him to say something. His jaw moved a couple of times before he finally managed a weak “Oh.”. He watched as she moved from the chair opposite him to the one next to him, his slightly numb brain noticing for the first time that she was wearing another of those light cotton sundresses.
“Harry,” she said quietly, her hand resting on his knee. “I…I really like you Harry.” He looked into her eyes. Her gorgeous brown eyes, sitting in her beautiful face.
“I really like you too Hermione,” he responded in the same tone.
“Good,” she said slightly breathlessly, before moving her head forward to kiss him. Their lips touched and Harry felt her fingertips touching his face. Their kiss was slow and tender, until Hermione drew away, breathing deeply.
“Wow,” said Harry, slightly stunned. Hermione smiled, suddenly slightly mischievous looking.
“I guess I’ll take a ‘wow’ for my first kiss,” she said slightly smugly. Harry grinned and leaned forward again, and Hermione took the hint and leaned in again, their lips meeting for the second time ever. Harry ran his hands through the bushy brown hair of his friend as they kissed. He almost jumped when Hermione slipped her tongue into his mouth, but recovered and they were soon kissing passionately in the kitchen. Hermione drew away slightly breathlessly, leaving Harry leaning forward and wanting more.
“So, um, I had a bit of a question for you,” she said, slightly nervous sounding. She paused.
“Okay,” Harry prompted. She looked down at the floor.
“What you were doing last night,” she said, causing Harry to flush with heat again. “Umm, could I see it again?” She raised her eyes to his as she asked this, and her own face was as flame coloured as he was sure his own was. She bit her lip slightly as he stared at her, unsure what to say. “I mean,” she continued, “It doesn’t have to be just you, I could, um, do the same if, you know, you wanted to..” she trailed off.
Harry was sure his brain was going to explode. Here was Hermione Granger, best friend, smartest witch at Hogwarts, total bookworm and gorgeous girl who had just kissed him saying she’d like to see him naked, and he could see her naked too.
He swallowed and moistened his lips before speaking, not wanting to come out with a croak. “I think very much yes,” he said. She smiled and looked away shyly, then took his hand as she stood up, pulling him up with her. “Now?” he asked.
“No time like the present, right?” she asked. She turned away and led him up the stairs, and Harry felt like he was being towed along behind her. His heart was pounding in his chest and his cock was rock hard at the thought of what was about to happen. How was she being so calm about this? Well, maybe she wasn’t calm, but she was being very, well, Hermione about it. She had decided what to do and now she was going to do it. She pulled him into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. They stood in the middle of the room looking at each other slightly awkwardly.
“So, er, what now?” he asked.
“You could take your shirt off,” she suggested, a tremor in her voice suggesting that she wasn’t quite as confident or calm as she appeared. Harry’s eyes didn’t waver from hers as he pulled the shirt up, their gaze briefly interrupted by the thin cotton, and then he dropped it to the floor beside his feet. She didn’t say anything, but after a few seconds, Harry unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them to the floor as well, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. Still neither of them spoke. He was all too aware of the huge tent in his boxers, and noticed Hermione’s gaze flicker to it. He was just considering pushing those down too when Hermione reached behind her back and unzipped the dress she was wearing. Pushing the straps down her arms she then let it fall to the floor and pool around her feet.
Harry was incredibly hard as he looked at her. She was wearing a matching bra and knickers, yellow, frilled with lace and far more revealing than anything he would have pictured her in. Silently she reached behind her back again and Harry heard a faint click, then saw the bra loosen on her chest quite considerably. His heart hammered. She shrugged her shoulders forward and the bra fell to the floor, exposing her breasts to him. He looked at her, unashamedly ogling her chest. He was looking at Hermione’s breasts. Her boobs. Her tits. They weren’t very big, but were, in his opinion, perfectly formed and topped with small pink nipples that were standing straight out. He dragged his eyes back to hers, and taking a deep breath pushed his boxer shorts down, letting them slide to the floor. Now it was Hermione’s turn to look elsewhere than his eyes as she stared at his cock, which was staring right back. He blushed again as Hermione stared at his dick for several long seconds before she lifted her eyes back to his. He watched as she hooked her thumbs into the lace of her knickers and pushed them down her legs. Her slim, gorgeous legs he couldn’t help noticing, but he was quickly distracted by what lay between them. There was a small, fine patch of hair, sitting right above a slightly puffy looking slit. He almost wanted to pinch himself. He was looking at Hermione’s vagina. He looked up again and into her eyes.
“Well, shall we get started?” she asked tremulously. He nodded, and looked sideways.
“On the bed?” he asked.
“Well it is slightly more comfortable than the floor,” she replied with a small smile. She got onto the bed and knelt with her feet under her bum, and Harry mirrored this position just a couple of feet in front of her. He looked at her, slightly unsure of how she wanted this to proceed.
“Umm, shall I just..start?” he asked awkwardly. In response Hermione opened her legs and ran a finger down the slit that he could see clearly now, how it opened up slightly at her touch.
“If you want to,” she replied in a slightly throaty voice. She was looking right at him as she rubbed a finger up and down her slit, and Harry could see a slightly shine appearing from somewhere. He watched as her left hand reached up to take hold of her breast and pinch the nipple slightly, forcing a slight moan. This was all he could take. He took hold of his dick and started to move his hand very slowly. He knew he was on a knife edge here. He could usually cum inside of three minutes at the best of times, but with a gorgeous girl naked and masturbating in front him he’d have to be careful not to blow his load in less than thirty seconds.
He watched as Hermione slid a finger inside her body, moving his hand on his cock to the same rhythm she was using to finger herself. He looked up at her face, and was surprised to see her attention was totally focussed on his crotch as she touched herself. He slowed down even more, pulling his foreskin back all the way over the head of his penis to give her a good look, then back again. He looked down at himself; the head of his cock was almost purple, he couldn’t remember ever being this turned on, or this hard.
Hermione had now moved on to rubbing herself, and was frantically moving her fingers in circles around one spot, her breathing harsh and ragged.
“Are you close, Harry? I am.” Harry grunted an affirmation, speeding up his stroking. He could feel a tightness in his groin that indicated impending orgasm. Within seconds he felt his whole body tense.
“Oh God, Hermione!” he gasped out. He pulled back on his foreskin and looked down to see a thick white rope of sperm squirt from his cock towards the naked girl in front of him. He looked up in mingled horror and lust to see his cum drape itself in a line down her belly and over the hand that was rubbing her fanny. He looked up again to see if she was looking at him in disgust, to see her attention still fixed on the spurting cock he held in his hand. Another spurt, this time landing on her inner thigh very close to the patch of downy hair above her slit. More spurts, landing a little farther away each time as his orgasm ran down. He looked up to find her looking right at him, an almost pained expression on her face.
“Harry!” she yelped as her body seemed to double over in pain, her body convulsing so hard she almost left the bed. Her left hand went out to stop her from falling on her face and met the flesh of Harry’s leg. Instinctively Harry reached out to grab her shoulders and steady her, and tried to ignore the warm flesh he was touching, or the moans of pleasure coming from her mouth. Finally her orgasm seemed to finish, and she looked up at him breathlessly.
“Well,” he began, “That was-“ he got no further as she kissed him hard, tumbling both of them backwards. Harry wrapped his arms around her as they kissed, his hands moving over her body almost without conscious input from him. Somehow he noticed, her right leg was between his, and his right leg was between hers. He could feel some serious wetness on his thigh as they moved together, her crotch grinding against his leg. Suddenly she stiffened in his arms, breaking the kiss and crying out again before collapsing with her head on his shoulder.
He lay still, not sure if he should say anything. She broke the silence. “Thank you Harry. That was amazing.” He looked at her as best he could without disturbing the very cozy position they were in.
“No Hermione, thank you. You’re perfect.” She smiled at him and closed her eyes.
“What time is it?”
He looked over at her bedroom clock. “Half past eleven.”
“Mmm,” she managed. “Can we stay here for a bit?”
“I don’t have any objection to that.”
Another smile. “Good.”
Harry’s eyes closed as they lay there, savouring the feel of a warm body in his arms, legs tangled together.
“What were you thinking of?” she asked suddenly.
“When?”
“Last night, when you called my name.”
He thought back. There had been several Hermione based fantasies lately. “I was thinking of you in that blue dress you wore last night,” he told her. “And then you took it off, and you were totally naked underneath.”

“Mmm,” she answered. Harry opened his eyes briefly, but Hermione’s eyes were still closed. “And how did dream me compare to the real thing?” she asked.
“Not even close,” he answered. A slight huff of amusement came from his shoulder.
“She didn’t have bigger boobs?”
“No,” he answered.
“Or more hair down there?”
“No.” He thought for a second. “Actually, I’m not sure she had any.”
“Oh?” He felt her head move, and opened his eyes to find her looking at him. “And did you like that?” He shrugged slightly.
“I didn’t really think about it. I guess it was kind of sexy.”
“Hmm,” she said, closing her eyes again. He felt his cock stir again as he pictured his fantasy from last night in his head. “Seems like someone is waking up again.” He smiled in response.
“It’s okay, he’ll go back to sleep again soon.”
“Well I already had two,” she said. “It doesn’t seem fair to leave him out.” With that, Harry felt fingers around his stiffening cock, and they most definitely weren’t his. He gasped at the sensation of someone else's hand on his dick, and opened his eyes to look at Hermione.
“You don’t have to,” he said.
“I know. I want to.” She moved her hand up and down on him slowly. “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong. Is this okay?”
“Grip it a little firmer,” he told her, and she did, while keeping a steady rhythm. He looked from her eyes down to his crotch, just so he could watch her hand around his dick as she masturbated him. The mere thought of what was happening combined with the visual stimuli was enough to push him over the edge. “I’m coming Hermione,” he managed to say. He looked at her, and she stared back for a second before lowering her gaze in time to see cum squirt from his penis. He moaned a little as his second orgasm of the morning spent itself onto his belly. When he was done Hermione released her hold on him and took her hand away. Harry noticed fresh cum on her fingers.
“Sorry about that,” he said sheepishly. She gave a wry smile in response.
“No problem. I still have it on me from earlier anyway.” He blushed.
“Sorry about that too.” She swatted his shoulder.
“Don’t be sorry. I wanted to do it, remember?” She looked into his eyes. “And I enjoyed every second.” She held his gaze, and then brought her face up to his and they kissed. Their arms wrapped around each other again as the intensity of the kiss grew, and then Harry’s stomach rumbled loudly. They froze, then broke apart. They looked at each other, then burst into laughter.
“Okay,” said Hermione when the laughter had subsided slightly. “I suppose I can’t expect you to keep going all morning without some sustenance.” She looked at the clock. Half twelve now. She stood up and grabbed some tissues, wiping away the cum that Harry had left on her body earlier. Harry helped himself to a handful of tissues as well and cleaned up the mess on his belly. “I suppose we should put some clothes on,” she said slightly wistfully. She looked at Harry. He made a mock pouty face.
“Do we have to?” he asked.
“No,” she answered with an eyebrow raised in challenge. He looked at her and opened his mouth once or twice to say something, coming up with nothing each time.
“Okay then,” he managed.
“Right then,” she replied herself with a quirk of her lips, and she marched past him and out into the hallway still stark naked. Mentally shrugging, he followed her out the door as naked as she was.
Lunch was tough to keep his mind on, what with a naked Hermione Granger next to him as they made sandwiches. He found his eyes constantly drawn to her and, he was pleased to see, she seemed to be doing just as much looking at him. He was also amazed at her ability to talk about things other than their nakedness. They chatted about school, and things they would still like to do this summer.
“What do you want to do for your birthday? It’s in just over a week.” she asked suddenly.
“More of this?” he replied with a cheeky grin. She waved the suggestion away.
“Pssh. I plan on doing this again tomorrow, never mind your birthday. Think of something original.”
Harry’s brain stumbled over the idea that this could be a regular thing. “Umm, well I don’t know. No one’s ever really asked me you know,” he said with a deprecating wave of his hand. Hermione’s eyes narrowed a little.
“No, I can’t imagine they would have,” she said with some venom.
“Honestly, we don’t need to make a big deal out of it,” he said hurriedly. She still looked a little annoyed at how little he expected. There was a pause. “Maybe a cake?” he ventured with a slightly hopeful expression. Hermione smiled suddenly.
“You don’t want a big deal, but you want two dentists to make you a cake? You really haven’t thought this out at all, have you?” He looked at her in surprise, then realised she was teasing him. They both burst out laughing at the same time. “I’m sure a cake can be arranged. Mum is a soft touch sometimes,” she said with another smile.
They cleared up, and Hermione declared that she did want to go outside a little, so they really should put some clothes on. She gave a wistful look at him as she did so, her eyes flicking downwards to his crotch. He blushed but said nothing, and then followed her up the stairs, his eyes glued to her backside as he did so. They dressed again in the same clothes as earlier and headed outside.
“Shall we go for a bike ride?” she asked, tying her hair back out of her face. “Or do I need to teach you how to ride a bike too?” He flushed and looked down at the ground.
“Well, er…” he trailed off. Hermione’s face fell.
“Oh God, Harry I’m sorry. I didn’t even…I mean…” She trailed off too, then pulled him into a hug. He hugged her back, embarrassed that she felt bad. She put her hands on his face and kissed him. “It’s okay, it’s much easier than swimming,” she said with a timid smile. He smiled back.
“Are you going to run along behind me holding the seat?” She gave him an appraising look.
“Hmm. Well really I think the only reason I would do that is so I could get a feel of that lovely bum, but since I think I can do that anytime I like now…” she slid a hand down his back and squeezed his bum gently, “I’m not going to bother. If you can stay upright on a broomstick at a hundred miles an hour, you can manage a bike.” He sighed and shrugged in mock defeat.
“Fine,” he said heavily. “If I die, it’s on your head.”
It turned out that Hermione’s guess was a good one, and Harry could indeed manage a bicycle quite well. They cycled around for a couple of hours before heading back home, Hermione showing him around the town she had grown up in. They put the bikes away when they got back, and went to get a drink of water from the kitchen.
“So what are we going to tell you parents?”
“Oh God, nothing for now,” Hermione exclaimed. “Can you imagine that conversation? ‘Yes mum, I know we were just friends originally, but now he’s my boyfriend and we’ve already seen each other naked. It’s still okay for him to stay here, right?’” She snorted, then realised Harry was looking at her a little strangely. “What?” she asked.
“Boyfriend?”
She flushed. “Well, umm, yes, I thought that you know, we’ve already-“ Harry cut her off.
“Merlin Hermione, of course yes! I just wasn’t sure if you were thinking that.”
The girl beamed at him. “Yes Harry. I want to be your girlfriend. And I want you to be my boyfriend.” He returned her smile with a sunny one of his own. “Only,” she continued with an exaggerated grimace, “We should probably keep it quiet for now.”
Still smiling, Harry pulled her into a hug. “Probably,” he agreed.
They spent the rest of the afternoon lounging, alternating between reading some of Hermione’s magical texts or just watching TV. Harry had never been allowed to watch TV during the day, even if neither Dudley nor Aunt Petunia had been watching anything themselves. As he flicked through various game shows, he decided he hadn’t been missing much.
Evenings had settled into a nice routine already at the Granger house, and after dinner everyone settled down in the living room. Mr Granger was regaling them with a story of a particularly reluctant child who had led his parents a merry dance trying to keep him in the dentists chair as he had tried to look at his teeth.
“When was the last time the Dursleys took you to a dentist Harry?” asked Hermione’s mother suddenly.
Harry’s stomach did a little flip. “Umm, actually I’ve never been to a dentist,” he admitted. There was silence in the room for a few seconds and the adults faces darkened.
“Never?” asked Mrs Granger, shock plain on her face. Harry shook his head, his face reddening with embarrassment.
“Well,” Mr Granger spoke up into the silence, “We can certainly take a look at you while you’re here. In fact I think we may have a free slot tomorrow, don’t we dear?” he asked his wife. His wife nodded.
“Yes, you can come in with us in the morning.” She looked at her daughter. “You can come too Hermione, and the two of you can spend the day in town afterwards if you like.”
The girl nodded, although somewhat unenthusiastically. Harry remembered what she had said earlier about how she had been planning on spending some of tomorrow. Swapping it for a visit to the dentist, which Dudley had always complained vigorously about, did not seem like a fair exchange.
The topics drifted after that, and it seemed like no time before he and Hermione were being ushered to bed. Hermione stopped by his bedroom to say goodnight.
“I can’t believe we have to go to town tomorrow,” she said.
“I know,” he said. “Maybe we can see a film or something.”

“Yes, I know, but still, I had plans!” Harry grinned.
“They can wait until the day after, can’t they?” he asked, though somewhat reluctantly. He had a good idea what those plans had involved after all.
“Possibly,” she answered somewhat tartly, “But I wanted to do them tomorrow!” Suddenly a stricken look passed over her face.
“What?” he asked, panicked.
“The next day is saturday! Mum and dad will be home, we’ll have to wait until monday!”
Harry groaned. A whole weekend without touching Hermione. Only 24 hours ago that wouldn’t have seemed like such a punishment.
“Bedtime is for sleeping, kids!” came Mrs Grangers voice from downstairs.
“Yes mum!” Hermione called back. “Goodnight Harry,” she said, before leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips.
“Goodnight Hermione,” he replied as she pulled away. She stopped as she reached the doorway and turned to face him again with an impish expression on her face.
“Harry?”
“Yes?”
Quickly Hermione grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it up to her neck, exposing her small breasts to him for a couple of seconds before pulling it back down again.
“Sweet dreams,” she said wickedly before darting away. Harry just stared at the space she had just vacated, replaying that in his head before groaning. He knew what he would be doing before he tried to get to sleep.
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