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...And the 7th Year Student	By : Carfunky Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Matt and Hermione trudged back into the castle, soaked in slime, and surprisingly not leaving a trail of it behind them. Hermione grimaced; the mess that coated them both was definitely enchanted. Whatever had touched them clung to them, refusing to drip off. Instead, the thick lumpy ooze simply stopped when gravity would have told it otherwise and decided to go back in the opposite direction. This was fine for the slime that was on the outside of their clothing, however, as they could not feel the goop slither over their clothes. Since their bodies underneath were also coated in slime, they could feel the effect under their clothing as well.
This gave the pair a very unusual and discomforting feeling, as the gunk slid over their skin, down their bodies and then back up again. Hermione was sure she had slime in places that she herself had not touched in a while and it felt wrong. Matt grimaced as he felt the gunge move over him in very weird ways that he really only liked Hermione to touch him in.
“Miss Granger, Mr. Santini, what has happened to the both of you?!” Professor McGonagall exclaimed as they entered the castle. She was coming down the stairs heading for the Great Hall.
“We were attacked…” Matt began.
“Professor, it was Ron!” Hermione burst out.
“What do you mean?” Professor McGonagall asked, looking bemused.
“Ronald set a trap for us. He wanted…wanted to…” Hermione looked like she was about to cry, and Matt placed a hand on her back.
“He was getting his revenge.” Matt finished and Hermione nodded in agreement.
“Whatever for? Why would Ronald Weasley attack the pair of you?” the Headmistress asked, confused.
“Well, obviously, Ron and I broke up over the summer…” Hermione began. “And…well…he’s been operating under the assumption I’ll go back with him. But that is, again, obviously, not the case. So, ever since, he’s been trying to get back together with me or discrediting Matt.”
“What? You mean to say that Mr. Weasley has been behind the newspaper articles?” Professor McGonagall looked appalled.
“Yeah, he’s been dating that Padma Patil girl.” Matt said. “She’s been supplied with events to twist by Pansy Parkinson.”
“I don’t believe this…” Professor McGonagall was beside herself. “But those articles started as soon as you arrived for start of term!”
Matt nodded.
“You see, Professor, Ron has been with Padma since June of last year.” Hermione said, looking hurt.
Professor McGonagall looked bewildered and saddened that her brightest student had suffered such an indignity as being cheated on by one of her closest friends.
“I’m terribly sorry Miss Granger. I would never have believed it possible.”
“It’s alright Professor. Matt’s been wonderful about all of it.”
“Thank you, Mr. Santini, for being a good friend to Miss Granger.”
“Anything for Her.” Matt said and took Hermione’s hand, slime, and all into his own. Hermione beamed up at him.
“You both best get cleaned up…I take it this won’t go away with magic?” the Headmistress asked looking over the pair of them. They shook their heads, and she sighed. “The Prefects bathroom ought to be free…”
Hermione nodded and led Matt along the corridors of the school. The pair came to the fifth-floor bathroom, located four doors down from the statue of Boris the Bewildered. Hermione spoke the password, which had not changed in four years, and the couple entered.
Matt was greeted with the sight of a softly lit room, the light came from a chandelier overhead filled with candles, and the entire room was white marble. Off to one side was a series of stalls with toilets and in the middle was a huge rectangular pool sunk into the middle of the room. Jeweled taps lined the sides of the pool and there was even a diving board. On the opposite side of the pool from the stalls were a series of racks. Towels, and bathrobes hung from a series of hangers, beside that were shelves lined with bath oils, powders, salts, soaps, shampoos, conditioners, and hair sprays. Above the hangers and shelves stood a portrait of a mermaid, lounging on some rocks.
Hermione drew her wand with a quick flick of her slimy wrist, the jeweled taps turned on and started to fill the tub with assorted colors of bath water, soap bubbles, and foam. She turned and gave a slight dip of her head, biting her lower lip.
“Guess we should um…you know…” she said and slowly started to peel off her sodden top. Matt did the same, peeling off his outer shirt, followed by his slime filled shoes and socks.
“This is the first time we’ve done something like this, as a couple.” He pointed out. Hermione nodded as she carefully undid her jeans and peeled them off her body. Matt kept stealing glances at her, as each piece of clothing removed revealed more of her figure. While, true, Matt had seen her without clothes before, he had never seen her coated in slime and looking so vulnerable. Matt was soon entirely nude himself and stood before Hermione.
The little bits of slime-free patches of her cheeks flushed as Matt closed the distance between them. She looked away for a moment, still feeling shame of being so humiliated and gross. But he did not care, though. He only cared about her and how she felt. Hermione felt his arms wrapped around her and drew her close to him, pressing their bodies together.
“Matt…I’m all…gross and slimy…” Hermione said and finally looked up at him.
“So am I. It doesn’t bother me. You’re still the sexiest Witch in the entire world.” He said and leaned down to kiss her. Hermione returned the kiss, and the pair held each other until the pool was filled.
After some time, the couple emerged from the Prefects Bathroom looking refreshed and clean as whistles. Hermione and Matt wandered back to the common room and sat by the fire, wrapped only in bathrobes and each other. They talked quietly, whispering in each other’s ear’s sweet nothings, and sharing quiet laughter. As the day turned to evening, they changed into more comfortable clothing of a T-shirt and sweatpants for Matt, and a long-sleeved gray T-shirt and jeans for Hermione, before going to dinner in the Great Hall. The two were delighted to see Pansy had returned from Hogsmeade finally, her right arm in a sling and her wand broken cleanly in two. Much to their surprise, Pansy had managed to write a letter home before dinner and received a reply in the form of a Howler.
PANSY PARKINSON,
HOW DARE YOU ENGAGE IN A WIZARDS’ DUEL IN FRONT OF THE MEMBERS OF THE PRESS! AND TO BE BEATEN BY A HALF-BLOOD FOREIGNER AND A MUGGLEBORN!! THAT WAND YOU SO CARELESSLY ALLOWED TO BE BROKEN WAS A FAMILY HEIRLOOM PASSED DOWN THROUGH GENERATIONS OF THE PARKINSON BLOODLINE! YOU HAD BETTER FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET A NEW ONE AND IF YOU CAN’T, YOU’LL HAVE TO TAKE YOUR CLASSES AND TESTS WITHOUT ONE!
And with that the letter tore itself apart. The entire hall seemed to erupt with laughter at Pansy Parkinson’s misfortune. Pansy’s mother’s voice seemed to reach the entire castle, as some ghosts who were not present and floating around before were now milling in the entrance hall.
Hermione snuggled into Matt’s side, looping her arm through his as they happily ate. It was a rare humiliation to not only have someone else’s wand as yours, but to have also had an old family heirloom broken.
“If that had been me, do you know what my Gran would have done?” Neville asked.
“I have not met your grandmother Neville, but I have a feeling a Howler would be tame.” Matt replied.
“You’ve no idea. She was right mad when I broke my dad’s old wand, but the new one I got was better.” Neville explained. “But that wasn’t a family heirloom, either. Heirloom wands are rare and only some houses have them. They’re always valuable and never meant for combat.”
“You know, I’ve never heard of an Heirloom Wand before, what makes them so rare and valuable?”
“My gran told me about them. Apparently, there’s a special ceremony for them, and the Wand chooses the family’s bloodline, rather than the individual wizard or witch. Once the bloodline’s chosen by the wand, it’ll work for anyone in that bloodline. But they’re really expensive and difficult to make. My gran asked about doing one for me when I replaced mine, but Ollivander said it could take up to a year to find the right one. We couldn’t wait that long.” Neville replied, sounding relieved that he did not have to go through the ordeal of giving blood to find a new wand.
“Ha! So that means, she was expected to do her schoolwork and keep her head down, not go off jinxing people with it.” Matt said with a grin.
“I think this is the best thing I’ve heard all day!” Hermione giggled.
“No, it’s not.” Matt said with a smirk. Hermione looked at him puzzled, slightly crestfallen. “Ollivander’s in Hogsmeade is closed until after the Easter holidays.”
Hermione burst with laughter and Matt joined in alongside her.

After dinner, the couple began to retreat to the dorms once again, but Hermione stopped Matt.
“What’s up?” he asked her, smiling.
“I want to go to the Room of Requirement tonight.” Hermione said. Matt smiled and nodded.
“Alright, I’d like that.” He said and the pair of them made their way to the seventh floor.
Once inside the room, Hermione spun on the spot and kissed Matt on the lips. She drew him close, and they ambled towards the bed. With a light push, Hermione sent Matt into a half sprawl on the bed as she took a step back. He watched her intently as she slowly turned her back and lifted her shirt a bit, to flash her lower back at him. Matt bit his lip as she turned around to face him, teasingly pulling her shirt up over her head. He drank in the sight of Hermione in just her white bra and sweatpants.
She moved over to him, swaying her hips provocatively. Her hand rested on his stomach and pushed his shirt up. Matt purred under her warm touch and was all too happy to discard his own shirt. Hermione hooked her fingers in his waist band and with a single sharp move, removed his sweatpants. Matt blushed as he had not put on any boxers under them, not feeling the need to. Hermione’s cheeks flushed at seeing how turned on he had become.
“Matt?” she began, her hand moving between his legs, grasping him. He gave a slight gasp at her touch.
“Yes Hermione?” he asked breathlessly.
“I-I want to, you know, go all the way. I’m ready for it.” She spoke. The heat of their battle earlier in the day, combined with the affection Matt had shown her in the bathroom as they cleaned up, had made Hermione realize it was time. He would not have stood by her through all of it if he had not been genuinely and truly in love with her. She was ready for the next level of their relationship finally.
“Then I’m ready too.” Matt said, feeling himself become more aroused with her touching him. Hermione let him go and stepped back, peeling off her own jeans, now down to only her bra and panties. She stepped forward and climbed onto the bed, her bushy hair bouncing as she straddled Matt. He grinned as he leaned up to kiss her. His lips met her flesh, and he gently trailed kisses down her neck and collar bone. He dipped lower, leaving a hot damp trail over her skin as he kissed her breast gently.
Hermione reached around behind her and undid her bra, letting the garment slip free and reveal her upper body. Matt looked up at her and grinned, loving seeing her topless. Hermione blushed as she arched her back a little, pushing her petite form closer to her lover. Matt responded by continuing to send kisses over her body, stopping to suckle on her exposed nipple. Hermione closed her eyes and moaned as his tongue ran over the sensitive little bud. Gently he pulled back, letting his teeth barely graze her, eliciting a sharp breath from Hermione, a gasp of pleasure.
Matt shifted slightly, moving across her chest to tend to her other breast, as his hand fondled the one he was just suckling on. Hermione moaned with pleasure and let his tongue play with her body for a moment. After a few more moments of this Hermione gently stood up over him. His mahogany brown eyes wandered over her body as she slipped off her panties. She was surprised how wet she had become in her nether regions so quickly.
Matt looked up at her with more than just lust in his eyes. There was genuine affection and love there as well. Carefully, Hermione lowered herself back onto the bed and straddled him again. She pressed her lower lips against his manhood and ground herself against him. He let out a groan of pleasure and his hands were on her hips to hold her steady. Hermione was merely working up to him and she looked down on him. Matt could see the love, desire, and affection in her eyes as well. He gave her a nod of consent and she bit her lower lip.
Hermione reached over to the table beside the bed. She opened the top drawer and took out a glass bottle. Matt looked at her confused.
“I ordered this after the first time we, um, well, you know, touched each other…” she said. “It’s from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, so I trust it.” Hermione took the stopper out of the top and poured some of the clear liquid out.
Her hand dipped between her legs, and she moaned, using the lubricant to coat herself. She poured more into her hand and stroked Matt, coating his flesh in the gel. He gave a soft moan as the warmth from the lube spread over him. Once she felt they were both appropriately slicked, she guided him to her entrance, and she lowered herself onto Matt’s lap.
Hermione gave a sharp cry of pain as Matt entered her. Her eyes clamped shut and she ground her teeth. She had read about this in health books but had not imagined it would hurt that badly.
“Are you ok?” Matt asked, concerned laced in his voice.
“Yes, I’m fine.” Hermione replied and took a breath. She knew the first time was not going to be pain free. Slowly she started to bounce her hips, letting the pain subside to pleasure. Matt was quick to hold her, his hands resting on her thighs and moving to cup her butt as she moved. Hermione’s chest heaved with each motion more, as she could feel her body responding to what she was doing. She moaned as she rocked backwards.
Suddenly, Matt’s hands were higher on her back and there was a sudden flip, and her head crashed into the soft pillows beneath them. Hermione was looking up at Matt, her hair spread out in a halo around her head. He was slow in his movements at first, his hips gently moving, his manhood slipping in and out of her, not fully, but just enough. Hermion moaned and wrapped her arms around Matt as he rotated his hips and pressed himself deeper into her.
Hermione moaned and closed her eyes, letting the sensation of what Matt was doing wash over her. He was being very gentle with her, expressing his affection and love through his movements. She felt her hips lower, and Matt pressed his body against hers as he moved up and down her form. Hermione could still feel him inside her and the pleasure was building. She let out a loud moan of pleasure, unable to help herself. Matt grunted his own pleasure, throbbing inside her.
Hermione leaned up and pressed her lips to Matt’s. Her hands ran through his hair as his movements increased in speed, his own pleasure was clearly about to climax as well. With his lips locked to hers he let out a long moan as her own body clenched and she let out a scream of ecstasy herself, the eruption that had been building, finally released.
Matt slipped himself out of Hermione and lay next to her. Both were panting, breathless.
“I love you.” He managed to get out between sucks of air.
“I love you, too.” Hermione managed. She rolled over on top of him, tucking herself under his arm. He lightly kissed the top of her head and sighed contentedly. It did not take long for sleep to overtake the two of them.
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