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The Perfect Summer	By : harrypegger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 276465 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 29
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I just like playing in JKR's sandpit. Because of this, I OBVIOUSLY don't make any money from it.

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Thank you for all the reviews! I haven't quite decided where to end it, even though it started as a summer story, I feel like it may go past that. I have to say this one is just a fun one without putting too much thought into it, so don't expect it to become encumbered with any kind of a plot whatever happens, except maybe as a passing fancy.
Anon, I haven't forgotten about their ages, so Harry will be celebrating his 13th birthday in a few days! It's probably safe to say it's going to be a good one. ;o)
Harry was woken by Hermione again on friday morning, and took a second to remember why he was being woken up so early.
“Oh yeah,” he mumbled. “Dentist,” he groaned.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine Harry. Dentists aren’t so bad really.”
She left him to get dressed, and Harry struggled out of bed yawning heavily.
After breakfast they loaded everyone into the car and set off for the surgery, Mr Granger telling Harry what they’d be looking at and that it was unlikely they’d have to do any serious work. They reached the surgery and left Hermione in the waiting room while her father led Harry through to the actual surgery.
“Hop into the chair then Harry,” he said, pulling on a pair of gloves and getting everything he needed. Harry did as he was asked, waiting with some trepidation for his first dental exam. “Okay then Harry, open wide.” Again Harry did as requested as Mr Granger took a look into his mouth, poking around with his fingers and tools. Finally he sat back and Harry closed his mouth, working his jaw around a little to ease it from having held it open for a while. “Well Harry, I’m a little surprised to tell you that you have an almost perfect set of teeth. I can give them a decent clean, but other than that, we don’t need to do anything!”
Harry grinned. “Maybe for once the Dursleys did me a favour by not letting me have anything sweet?” The older man grinned back.
“Atta boy Harry, silver linings!”
After a proper dental teeth cleaning Harry walked back into the waiting room where Hermione was talking to her mum, running his tongue over his teeth as he did so.
“Well?” asked Hermione anxiously. Harry grinned at her.

“Apparently the Dursleys did me a favour by not letting me have any sweets, perfect teeth!”
Hermione and her mum both smiled at him. “So Robert just gave you a cleaning?” asked Mrs Granger. Harry nodded. “Well that’s good. You two can run along and do whatever you like for the rest of the day, try and be back here for about five and we can all head home together. I’ve given Hermione some money so you can feed and entertain yourselves. Go on!” she said as she shooed them out the door.
“Well Harry, what do you want to do?” asked Hermione once they were outside. He shrugged.
“I don’t know, what is there?”

“Well, we could go shopping…” She let the sentence hang in the air and Harry flicked her on the shoulder with the back of his hand. She gave him a mock outraged look. “Abuse!” she cried, and flicked him back, making him laugh. “And after I got dressed especially for you too. I think I’m too good for you,” she sniffed. He smiled at her again.
“You do look fantastic Hermione,” he told her, his eyes running up and down her body as they walked.
“Do you think so?” she asked, giving a twirl along the pavement.
“Definitely,” he told her. She was wearing another light dress, this time with a cotton belt tied at her waist that was emphasising the fact that she was starting on the path to having a woman’s body.
“Would you like to know what’s really special about what I’m wearing?” she asked with a mischievous expression. Harry looked slightly confused.
“Umm, it’s a dress? Is it new?” She rolled her eyes in response.
“Would you like to know what’s under the dress?” she asked, her eyes sparkling now.
Harry looked at her dress again. “I wouldn’t complain about knowing what’s under the dress,” he admitted. She gave him a saucy look.
“Nothing.”
Harry stared at her. “What?” he managed.
“Nothing,” she repeated. “Just me. Bare skin.”
He stared again, unable to quite find words. “Hermione Jean…have you always been this much of an exhibitionist?” he demanded suddenly.
“You know, I think I have, I just needed someone to be an exhibitionist for,” she replied with a smile.
“Well I’m glad to be that someone, but it IS going to kill me,” he said with a groan. “How am I supposed to make it through the day knowing that?”
“You’ll manage,” she told him, slipping her arm through his. “Now,” she said, serious again. “Shopping?”
By the time lunch rolled around, Hermione had dragged him to a few shops, though more for him than for her. He had managed to persuade her that he really did have enough clothes, though she still insisted that he buy one particular green shirt that she said looked spectacular with his eyes.
They ate lunch in one of the store cafes, trying to decide what to do next.
“We could see a film,” suggested Hermione. “I don’t know what’s out at the moment but there’s got to be something decent.
“Sure, I don’t mind. Anything that will get me away from trying on clothes, really.”
“You know, if it’s such a hardship we can drop you back at the Dursleys,” she said, arching an eyebrow pointedly.
“Arrgh, I take it back! I’ll even buy more bloody shirts! Ouch!” Hermione had flicked him on the back of his hand.
“Language Potter. But I am glad you’re learning which side your bread is buttered.”
Harry muttered something about fiendish women that only made Hermione smile.
“Well, we can take a walk over to the cinema and see what’s on. If there’s nothing, we’ll have to think of something else.”
When they reached the cinema, there actually turned out to be quite a few things that both of them wanted to see. Harry wanted to watch ‘Last Action Hero’, which Hermione rolled her eyes at, preferring to see ‘Sleepless in Seattle’. Then Harry spotted ‘Jurassic Park’. After half a minute spent pleading with his girlfriend, she relented. After all she felt, this was much more of a treat for him than it was for her, the Dursleys had probably never taken him out to see a film in his whole life. She paid for the tickets, then bought popcorn for the two of them to share.
“You have to promise not to laugh at me if I jump during scary bits!” she warned him as they took their seats.
“We’ve both been into the Forbidden Forest,” he reminded her. “How bad can it be?”
Those were words he would come to regret. Hermione clutched at his hand when the park lost power, nearly crushed it when the T-rex was loose, and then almost jumped out of her seat with a shriek when the Velociraptors were hunting the kids.
As the movie ended, she let go of him for probably the first time in over an hour, and Harry tried to massage some life back into his hand.
“Oh, sorry Harry,” she said. “But you have to admit, some of those scenes were pretty scary.”
“I suppose so. I’m just glad it’s not my wand hand,” he said as he rubbed the feeling back into it. She raised an eyebrow at him.
“Which wand are you talking about?” she asked with a slight smirk. He made a face at her.
“Both. I wouldn’t want to stop playing with either!” She laughed in response.
“Well you’ll definitely be recovered by the time we get back to school, and I can help you with the other one until then,” she said suggestively.
“I may just take you up on that,” he said, pulling her close. They shared a kiss, and then Hermione looked at her watch.
“We need to head back, mum and dad will be finishing work soon.” Hand in hand, they set off back to the dental surgery.
Once back at home after an uneventful car ride, the two kids were sent upstairs to rest while Hermione’s parents relaxed a bit before getting started on dinner, but rest wasn’t exactly what Hermione had in mind. As they lay on Hermione’s bed kissing, she pulled her head away slightly.
“You know Harry, I’ve been naked all day underneath this dress.”
“I know,” he said. “I’ve had a hard on most of the day because of it.”
“Really? I’ve been wet all day.”

“Wet?” asked Harry, puzzled.
“Mmmm,” she said, running her hand down to his crotch and over the bulge there. “A boy gets hard so he can put his penis inside a girl, but the girl gets wet, so it’s lubricated and easy to get in. Would you like to feel?” Harry didn’t even dare to speak, just nodded. She took his hand in her own and brushed his fingers up her leg, moving the fabric of her dress up as she did so. She guided his hand to her wet sex, and moaned quietly as he gently probed with his fingers. He looked at her for guidance, but her eyes were closed so he simply worked his fingers around in circles, trying to feel everything. There was the patch of soft fuzzy hair of course, and below that was the slit made by two pink lips of flesh. He slid his finger down that slit now and found it parted very easily under the pressure, and also made Hermione draw breath very suddenly. He continued downwards with his middle finger, until it suddenly disappeared into a very slick, warm and fleshy hole that drew a small “Oh!” from Hermione. He looked up and into a pair of very open and intense pair of brown eyes.
“Your finger is inside me now Harry. How does it feel?”
“Wet,” he said with a smile. She giggled, but that giggle turned into a moan when Harry pushed the finger further in. She closed her eyes again as Harry pressed his finger as far into her as it could go, then drew it back out again, running it back up her slit and back down. She gasped as he did this, prompting a question from him.
“What?” he asked as she gasped a third time. She opened her eyes and placed her right hand over his.
“Feel this?” she asked as she moved his hand to the spot he’d been touching, her body giving a small shudder as she moved his finger over the spot.
“A little bump, right?” he asked. She nodded and smiled.
“That’s my clitoris, or clit for short. A girl touches this to orgasm.” She moaned again gently as he flicked his finger back and forth a couple of times.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Exactly like that,” she said slightly breathlessly. He looked into her eyes as he rubbed this apparently magical spot on her body, and watched her mouth open into a silent ‘O’ of pleasure. He wasn’t sure how long it took, but definitely not too long before Hermione bucked against his hand, her legs clamping shut on his fingers. He stopped moving, letting her decide when she was done. Finally she relaxed and his hand slipped out from between her legs.
“God that was amazing,” she breathed, looking at him.
“Glad to be of service,” he returned with a grin.
“Your turn,” she said, her face still full of lust. Her fingers nimbly unfastened the jeans he was wearing, and dipped into his boxer shorts, coming out with an extremely erect cock. Harry lay on his side and looked at Hermione as she moved her hand on his dick. She looked up from her work and into his eyes. “Am I doing it right?” she asked. Harry could only nod. He’d been so turned on all day that he knew it wasn’t going to take long. And sure enough, Hermione could barely have been going a minute when he felt a familiar strain move through his groin and up through his dick. He grunted quietly as cum spurted from him and onto Hermione’s hand and the bed beneath them. Hermione kept hold of him gently until he finally stopped spilling milky white fluid. He watched as she released him and raised her hand to her nose, sniffing the thick liquid that had spilled onto her hand. To his amazement, far from wrinkling her nose in disgust she brought her hand to her mouth and gingerly licked some of the cum from her skin.
“Not too bad,” she pronounced, giggling as she looked at his shocked expression. Her own face took on a ‘do-you-dare-me’ look, and she licked the back of her hand, scooping the whole mess of cum onto her tongue and into her mouth. Then, looking quite deliberately at him, she swallowed. “Bit of an odd texture,” she said by way of further explanation, “But way better than polyjuice potion!”
Harry just shook his head. “You amaze me Hermione. You really do.”
“In a good way?”
“Definitely in a good way,” he assured her. Just then their reverie was interrupted.
“Kids!” came Mrs Grangers voice from downstairs. “Dinner!”
They both jumped, and scrambled off the bed, Hermione rearranging her dress and Harry tucking his limp penis back into his boxer shorts. While he did that Hermione tried to scrub her bedsheets clean again with a handful of tissues, before they headed downstairs to dinner.
They got through dinner without further incident, although Harry still knew that Hermione was completely naked under that thin dress. He had to concentrate quite hard on mundane things to make sure he didn’t have an enormous hard on when he got up from the table.
The evening passed as had become usual, watching some TV (usually a documentary) and idle chatting about the day.
“Let’s see what the weather is going to be like for the weekend,” said Mr Granger. “I was thinking the beach could be fun if it’s going to be nice.”

“Oooh, yes!” exclaimed Hermione excitedly. Her father smiled at her enthusiasm and flicked the channel over to catch the end of the news and the weather. Sadly the news was not good, cloud and distinct possibility of rain.
“Oh well,” said Mr Granger in a resigned tone. “Another time maybe.” A thought seemed to strike him. “Harry, how would you like to come and play snooker with me tomorrow? You can tell me all about the interesting magical stuff that Hermione has unaccountably failed to mention.”

“Dad!”
“I’ve been given the distinct impression that all you students do is sit around reading enormous books,” he added with a smile as he made a show of ignoring Hermione. Harry gave a snort of laughter.
“Well, er, that is mainly what Hermione does, to be fair,” he said, receiving a blow on the back of the head with a cushion for his honesty. He ignored this as best he could and continued. “I’ve never played snooker though, but I’d give it a go.” Another blow to the back of his head.
“So now you’re leaving me alone to go off and do boy things?” Hermione demanded.
“I could use a little help tomorrow Hermione,” interjected her mother. “It hardly seems fair to rescue Harry from those horrible relatives only to make him do all the work here as well,” she pointed out. Hermione groaned.
“Fine,” she grumbled. “But don’t enjoy yourself too much!” she said, pointing a finger at Harry. He held up his hands in mock surrender.
“I promise,” he said solemnly. “I’ll try to have as little fun as possible.”
That was too much for everyone in the room, and after a few seconds they were all laughing out loud.
“Right, then,” said Mrs Granger, still chuckling. “You two go and get ready for bed. I suspect your father and I will be having a lie in tomorrow, so don’t expect to have to do anything too early.”
The two of them headed upstairs, pausing by Harry’s bedroom door.
“This weekend is going to be torture,” moaned Hermione quietly.
“It’ll be fine,” he reassured her. “I’m sure we’ll manage to find some time to be alone. Your parents have been pretty good about that to be honest.” Hermione brightened slightly.
“That’s true. Well, good night Harry. See you in the morning.” They kissed, and Harry wanted nothing more than to pull her dress off and explore her body all over again, but managed to control the impulse. They did have all summer after all.
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