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Society of Two	By : UmbraSuccubae Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 174170 -:- Recommendations : 11 -:- Currently Reading : 28
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Society of Two, Chapter 4: Growing Closer
Over the course of the next two months, Harry and Hermione started to actually wear less and less clothing. There were several reasons they took so long. They were a little unsure that the fidelius worked as intended – not because of a lack of trust in each other or the spell itself, but rather because they couldn't really be sure they had picked the wording correctly without testing it. Beyond that, it also took some time to unlearn a habit they had learned when they were little children, and reinforced every day since then: Getting dressed in the morning.
In addition to those, there was a practical reason, too. It was winter, and therefore quite cold. While a simple warming charm was one of those spells any determined witch or wizard could wandlessly cast on themselves, actually doing so took practice, and keeping it up all day even more so. Their quick success in this was mainly due to two reasons – that they really wanted to lose the clothes, and that even with clothes, it was cold enough to be very uncomfortable. Both were more than sufficient motivation to keep practicing all day.
By the middle of march, just in time for the weather to start getting warmer again, both children had gotten the hang of it, though, and Hermione decided to do two things: Start preparing for the end of year exams, and start working out so they had more areas in which they could practice internal wandless magic. She was already doing the same stretches as Harry, and had added a few of her own (and got Harry to do those, too), and both had started lightly exercising. Hogwarts' many stairs made them appreciate every bit of stamina they had.
As a side note, both Harry and Hermione appreciated Hogwarts' many stairs, especially when the other one walked in front of them when going up those stairs.
They also spent much of their time in "their" tower. Their classmates didn't seem to be all that curious about where they went; Apparently, it was quite common for small study groups to form and spend great amounts of their free time in one of the many unused classrooms. The common room was just too loud for studying most of the time, and the library had Madam Pince. Nobody suspected that two first years would, in fact, spend most of that alone time cuddling nude while studying together, interrupted by less innocent activities for relaxation.
April and May brought a dragon (which they got Hagrid to tell the headmaster about) and a detention because they got caught heading back to the common room after curfew. By pretending to have fallen asleep while studying, they avoided a massive loss of points, but still had to serve their detention as a motivation to head back in time. Both of them, but especially Hermione, thought that seeing a unicorn, a being of light and purity, die during that detention was a little excessive as punishment for missing curfew.
That weekend, though, Hermione decided she had waited long enough.
Their Saturday morning had started early with a few laps around the greenhouses. Harry thought they might work their way up to actually jogging around the lake within the next year or two, but it was a big lake, and right now neither their speed nor their stamina was sufficient for such a long run.
Stretching was, of course, part of their daily routine, which contributed to the fact that Harry rarely jogged without an erection – a fact Hermione often made fun of, but he didn't feel all that embarrassed since he knew watching him stretch got Hermione horny, too. She simply didn't look as funny while jogging because of it.
Making their way back to "their" tower, both of them entered the shower together. They had started washing each other after their morning runs three weeks ago, and while it always felt nice, they only let it escalate into getting each other off on the weekends. Not that they lacked other opportunities on weekdays, but they didn't want to simply rush it during the short showers before breakfast. They liked taking their time to enjoy each other's bodies, as well as the attention paid to their own.
It also meant they were often quite horny during lessons, and Hermione especially liked keeping Harry awake during History of Magic by sitting beside him and slowly stroking his cock. Her reasoning: "If you can't pay attention, at least use the time productively." This was, of course, a reference to the fact that Harry always teased her right back, lightly touching her pussy.
This time, though, they had more than enough time, since breakfast on Saturdays started later and was served longer than on weekdays. Hermione made use of that time by standing right behind Harry, cuddling into him so her small breasts touched his back, both of them enjoying the relaxing warm water while Hermione slowly but firmly stroked Harry's penis.
As he liked to do sometimes, he stopped her just before she could make him cum. Stepping a few steps away from her, he turned around and made sure she could watch. Then, he stood with his feet apart, leaned down and started sucking himself to orgasm. It wasn't so much that he preferred his mouth to Hermione's hand, or her mouth – both of which she used often enough to get him off. Some of her exhibitionism had rubbed off on him, though, and at times, he just liked showing off for her. She certainly appreciated it every time, and more often than not gave him a show of her own.
When he, like he always did, stood up with his mouth still full of cum, ready to show Hermione, she was already coming closer. Not giving him any time to think, the girl leaned in and kissed him. Harry's mouth opened, and Hermione used the opportunity to slip her tongue in. Harry enthusiastically kissed her back, swapping his cum back and forth with the beautiful, horny and wet (in more than one way) girl in front of him. When they separated, she swallowed and grinned, obviously happy with herself.
She sat down on the shower floor – really happy that they had the communal showers of an unused dormitory to themselves – leaned down and started licking her own pussy. Harry, who had started to get soft after his orgasm, was immediately hard again and sat down in front of her to watch. By the time he was sitting comfortably, Hermione lay on her back, her legs tucked under her arms, using her hands to spread her pussy even further as she licked it. The knowledge that her tongue, which was now circling her clit, had been covered in his cum just moments before managed to turn both of them on even more.
Occasionally, she would look up while using only the tip of her tongue to massage her little button, looking straight into Harry's lust-filled eyes as he looked straight into her spread little pussy. Each time, she could distinctly feel heavy drops of her own juices sliding deeper inside her, while at the same time, water from the shower steadily rained down right into her warm, slick hole. When she leaned down again, she slurped the mixed liquids right out again, making noises that only served to further turn Harry on.
Then, she came. Her tendency to squirt when Harry was watching showed itself once more, filling her mouth and splashing on her face and into her hair. When she was done, she beckoned Harry closer. He was happy to oblige and kiss her, sharing her juices this time.
When they separated, Hermione had finished getting her legs out from under her arms, and Harry was right between them. He was the first to notice the tip of his cock resting comfortably against her opening, but Hermione followed soon after. She smiled at him.
“Go on, Harry. Put it in – I want to feel you inside me.”
Harry looked at her intently, as if to ask her if she was sure. She nodded. Then, he did something that surprised her. Taking her hands in his, he started channeling his magic, like he had when they cast their nudity fidelius. Although visibly still confused, she did the same, allowing both of their magic to circulate freely between their bodies. Harry noticed her confusion, though.
“You are, once again, giving me something precious. Something unique. Yourself. Magic brought us to Hogwarts, allowing us to meet. Some kind of magic must have brought the troll into the school, allowing us to get closer. And I'm pretty sure it's magic that allowed us to overcome our inhibitions so quickly. If we are going to do this, I want our magic to be part of it. Hermione Jean Granger, I, Harry James Potter, give myself to you, in heart, soul, magic, mind and body, for as long as you will have me.”
Feeling his magic react to his words, Hermione could barely keep the happy tears out of her eyes as she replied in kind. “Harry James Potter, I, Hermione Jean Granger, give myself to you, in heart, soul, magic, mind and body, for as long as you will have me.”
With both of their magics urging them on to finalize what they had started, Harry entered her for the first time. They no longer needed to concentrate to keep their magic flowing between them – it joyfully did so on its own. As Hermione recovered from having her virginity taken, their magic encountered the tattered remains of Lily Potter's sacrificial magic. Unnoticed by both, that magic got re-anchored into the oath they had just spoken, and wove itself anew with every gentle thrust of Harry's cock into Hermione's pussy. The protection of a mother's love was joined by a lover protecting her mate, knowing that he would, in turn, protect her. Had protected her already, in fact – the protective magic, already in flux, encountered Hermione's life debt to Harry, and exchanged it for a chance to anchor itself even more deeply into their very souls.
Lastly, the growing protection encountered the soul fragment that was stuck behind Harry's scar. The fragment of one soul didn't stand a chance against the full force of two and the magical echo of a third. It was obliterated, and the few useful bits – a tiny fragment of magic, since magic was part of the soul, and the gift of parseltongue – got absorbed by the two lovers.
As Harry and Hermione came together for the first time, turned off the shower, dried off and went to sleep cuddled up naked between the roots of the big wiggentree in “their” common room, in another part of the castle, another fragment of the same soul screamed in pain. Although it did not know what had happened, it knew that its plans had just become more urgent. The date had already been chosen, but success had just become more important.

Author's note: Sorry for the less lemony, more mushy part at the end… and for the short chapter. I have rewritten some parts of the story up to this point, by the way, and recommend re-reading all of it – in my humble opinion, it's better now than it was before. Mostly, though, it was necessary to continue the story along the lines I want to.
Strictly speaking, this was the last chapter in which this story was completely Harry/Hermione, and definitely the last chapter that was strictly M/F. H/Hr will always be the main pairing, with other characters having side appearances at times, so I'm hesitant to put it in the threesomes/moresomes category. Also, that category is disturbingly full of slash, and while I'm not really homophobic, the thought of two guys just turns me off, so I don't really want my story associated with that. If you have a problem with me keeping this story in the H/Hr category, please contact me and I'll move it.
That mushy part at the end of this chapter was basically me giving Harry and Hermione super powers so I don't have to waste my time writing drawn out battles, which I suck at, anyways. I'm not going to go SuperMushy and call it a soul bond, but if they were so inclined, they would probably be recognized as married now – which is beside the point, since I'm not going there for the moment. Just putting this here so people don't get disappointed because I don't follow that route.
By the way, thanks for the idea of a nudist Hermione go to several authors on fanfiction.net – I don't know who the first one was, and it would be unfair to only mention one since there were several good ones. A big thank you for motivating me to write my own story goes to HermionePegger on this site – their stories “The Perfect Summer” and “Branching Out” got me “motivated” quite a bit, and I wish somebody would give them a big enough kick that they continue both stories, or at least “The Perfect Summer”.
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