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The Perfect Summer	By : harrypegger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 276423 -:- 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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2CRsgt - I've kept them the correct ages for the books, so Harry turns 13 in this chapter. I'm planning on keeping this between the two of them. I do enjoy writing (and reading!) slutty Hermione, but she's as dirty as she's going to get in this particular story!
Emily - I'm sure I can work a measurement in somewhere for you, and I promise he won't be a monster!
Brazilanana - That's what I was trying to say with my previous note, it's hard to keep everyone happy with two active stories, so I will update a couple of chapters at a time on each story. It lets me focus a bit on one story as well.
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Harry woke up feeling there was something not quite right. It was light outside, so he rolled over to look at the clock on the bedside table, and practically rolled on top of Hermione. She giggled as he pulled back in surprise with a startled yelp.
“What are you doing here?” he exclaimed.
“Well mum and dad went off to work, and I waited around for you to wake up but I got bored, so I thought I’d come and give you a nice surprise for your birthday,” she explained.
“Oh yeah!” said Harry, his eyes going wide. “It’s my birthday!” He grinned. “A teenager at last! What’d you get me?”
“Well your presents are downstairs, but I thought you might like to stay here for some special birthday treatment first?”
“That sounds like it could be fun,” he said as he hands found his hips under the covers. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
She leaned closer. “What did you think?” she whispered as her hand slid from his hip to his cock. He sucked in a breath at her touch.
It had been three days since they had experimented with oral sex, although the sunday had been torture as Hermione’s parents had stayed in the house all day, preventing them from really doing anything beyond kissing. Monday and tuesday had thus been spent in a blur of lust and making each other cum. Now apparently, wednesday, Hermione wanted to do something special for him. He reached out to her and discovered that she was as naked as he was. She kissed him, and moaned into his mouth a little as his fingers found her nipple, playing with it like he knew she enjoyed. His hand roamed downwards until he reached her pubes. Which were no longer there.
“What happened here?” he asked as his finger traced her slit teasingly, breaking off the kiss momentarily.
“Got rid of it,” she said slightly breathlessly. “Do you like it?”
He nodded, and she opened her legs slightly for his finger to follow the little fold in her skin even further down. “I want to kiss it,” he declared. Her skin felt so smooth, he wanted to see her, lick her, taste her.
“That can be arranged. Hold still,” she told him with a smile. He did as instructed as she threw back the covers to expose both of their naked teenage bodies. She got onto her knees and stayed there for a few seconds, almost purposefully inviting him to study to newly hairless fanny. He watched as she stood up and placed her feet either side of his head, facing the bottom of the bed. He never grew tired of the sight of her pussy, especially when it was all flushed and pink with arousal, and so his eyes didn’t waver as she got to her knees, straddling his face and bringing herself within touching distance. His tongue flicked out and brushed her engorged lips, making her moan and lower herself even more so he could bury his tongue inside her, occasionally brushing her clit as well. At last he didn’t have to stop to pull errant hairs from his mouth and could concentrate on just bringing his girlfriend to orgasm. Just as he thought all this however his train of thought was thoroughly derailed by Hermione sliding her lips over his straining cock. He moaned, remembering the description and illustration of the 69 position. It was likely that having his cock sucked at the same time as trying to make Hermione cum was going to be a little distracting, but as distractions went, it could have been worse, he decided. His tongue flicked over the little nub that drove her wild and she moaned onto his cock, the vibrations from her throat thrumming over his member and temporarily distracting him from the task at hand. Hermione ground her crotch into his mouth, giving him the hint that she really didn’t want him to stop. Catching his breath, Harry obliged by renewing his attack on her clit, even placing his lips over it and sucking slightly, making Hermione pause slightly in her sucking of him. Apparently it was quite distracting for both of them, Harry thought happily.
Whatever battle was being waged, Harry was winning. Before long Hermione had been reduced to a very distracted blowjob, her rhythm sporadic as Harry got her off, and she finally just let him slide out of her mouth as she moaned out her orgasm. Harry continued to lick her gently, making her twitch as his tongue touched her now super sensitive clitoris, until she raised her hips a little and renewed her sucking on his cock, at which point he decided to take the hint and just slumped back into the pillows and enjoy it. He wanted to close his eyes, but that would mean not looking at the hairless slit just inches from his face, and he really enjoyed looking at that, but even more than that he liked knowing it belonged to his bushy haired best friend and now girlfriend. And also the fact that she currently had his cock in her mouth, a fact that was currently quite impossible to ignore. He felt himself tense, then he was filling Hermione’s mouth with spunk, raising his head to look between their bodies so he could see his cock disappearing into her mouth as she calmly took his load. She waited for him to finish totally and then slid her lips off him, making sure nothing escaped, and swung her leg back from over his face so she was kneeling next to him, only then did she swallow, making sure he saw her throat muscles move. She smiled at his exhausted but happy look.
“Ready for presents now?” she asked. He nodded.
“Yes. Might need to wash my face first though,” he said. He could feel her juices still on him, and she giggled.
“Might be a good idea,” she agreed. “You’re looking a little shiny.”
“Well it’s your fault,” he grinned as he sat up. She jumped off the bed.
“It’s okay, I can take the blame. I don’t mind,” she teased.
“I bet you don’t. Right, I’m going to wash, I’ll be downstairs in a few minutes.”
He watched her saunter sexily out of the bedroom and walk down the stairs, her naked bum swaying a little bit as she did so.
When he joined her a few minutes later in the living room, there was a neat pile of presents on the sofa.
Ron had sent him a pocket sneakoscope, along with a short letter about Egypt, which he passed to Hermione to read. She snorted when she read the bit about Fred and George putting beetles into Bill’s soup.
“Those two,” she muttered, putting the letter down. “What did Hagrid send you?”
The both looked at the untidily wrapped parcel, and Harry pulled it towards him, dropping it when it growled at him. He and Hermione shared a shocked look.
“What on earth…?” Hermione asked.
“I dunno,” said Harry uncertainly. “I’m sure Hagrid wouldn’t send me anything dangerous though…” he trailed off. Hermione looked even less certain about that.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mean to, but his track record on judging things like that is a bit spotty.”
Harry had to concede her point on that one, and so opened the parcel with care. A ferocious looking book glared back at them both, a solid looking clasp holding the book closed.
“Umm,” said Harry. “I think maybe we can investigate this one a little later.” Hermione nodded vigorously, and Harry carefully placed the book to one side, ignoring the low growl it made as he touched it.
Next he opened the present from Hermione’s parents, and was surprised to find a wizarding gift. It was a pair of goggles for Quidditch, the lenses charmed to be unbreakable as well as repelling any moisture like rain (or stopping them from steaming up), and even dirt.
“Wow,” he said as he looked them over. He looked up at her. “Did you help them with this?”
“Well I gave them the catalogue to look through, but actually dad picked them out by himself and mum seemed happy to let him choose.”
He examined the goggles closely, feeling very impressed that they had gone to such lengths. He put them carefully aside (and nowhere near the Monster Book of Monsters) and turned his attention to the last present. He looked at Hermione to see if he could get any clues, but all he got was a nervous smile. He unwrapped it to find a beautiful wooden case with ‘Broomstick Servicing Kit’ printed on it in gold letters. His jaw dropped, and he opened it up to investigate it.
“Wow Hermione, this is amazing,” he said as he looked through the various pieces. Different grades of polish, twig repair, a book on different charms to use to test or fine-tune the brooms performance…
“You like it?” she asked shyly. He looked at her.
“Like it?” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her and kissing her. “I love it!” She smiled and blushed. “Really Hermione, it’s amazing. Thank you.” He kissed her again.
“Happy birthday Harry,” she said with a smile. Just then his belly rumbled. They tried to remain serious but burst into laughter. “Okay, I can take a hint. Mum and dad authorised bacon sandwiches for a birthday breakfast, if you want?”
“Sounds good,” said Harry. “Let’s go.”
They headed to the kitchen, where Hermione learned the first rule about cooking bacon while naked, which is not to. An apron was quickly procured for her and Harry found the sight of her stark naked but for a kitchen apron to be oddly arousing, and by the time it was done he had a full blown erection.
“See something you like?” she teased as she brought the food to the table. “Or is it the prospect of a bacon sandwich?”
He shook his head. “Not that the sandwich doesn’t look delicious and everything, but it was what else that was on offer that had me more interested.”
“Well eat up,” she told him. “And maybe you can investigate it afterwards. When you have the strength,” she added with a mischievous look.
Harry munched on his breakfast as Hermione cleaned up, and he admired her bare rump as he did so. He finished at about the same time as she did, and she took off the apron and hung it on a peg.
“Right then,” she said, looking him over, and noting his still hard cock. “Ready for round two?” she asked with a grin.
“I am, are you?” he challenged. For an answer she took his hand and towed him back up the stairs and into his bedroom, shoving him down and onto the mattress on his back.
“Wha-?” he managed to say before she climbed on top of him, pressing him back into the pillows and kissing him fiercely. Harry’s hand roamed over her body, he’d never really expected her to have any kind of a dominant side like this, but now that he thought about it, it sort of made sense. She always had kind of a bossy side to her, and now she was acting it out. Not that he was complaining, she had her crotch pressed to his and he could feel the slickness of her pussy as she began to grind against him.
She sat up and brushed some hair out of her eyes, continuing to grind her cunt against his dick. “How’s this?” she asked with a wicked smile.
“Amazing,” he groaned. It was too. He could feel her wetness and her heat, and he reached up to squeeze her tits, making her moan as he pinched her nipples gently.
“Are you going to cum?” she asked him, her voice thick with passion. He nodded. “Me too,” she said. “Soon?” He nodded again. “Good.” As if spurred on, she began to move faster, sliding her pussy against his full length, back and forth. His hands slipped down to her hips, not even to aid in her movement but just to feel the rhythm she was building.
“Oh shit!” he gasped as he felt cum boiling up his cock. Hermione ignored him, still bucking against him as his cum started shooting out of his dick and onto his belly, then she too gave a small cry and held herself firmly against him, pressing her clit onto the flesh of his penis. She bucked a little involuntarily as her orgasm raced through her, Harry watching as her face went from a shuddering, silent scream, back to reality. Finally she opened her eyes, locking onto his. For a few seconds they said nothing, heavy breathing filling the silence.
“You’re still hard,” she pointed out.
“It happens sometimes. If I’m really turned on,” he said with a grin. She smiled back at him.
“Scale of one to ten?”
“About a hundred,” he answered, making her laugh. She slid along his length again, drawing a groan from him. Harry noticed a thoughtful expression on her face.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“You,” she answered simply. This was followed by her sliding her pussy all the way over the head of his cock and pressing down, so he would almost swear that he had slipped a quarter of an inch into her before coming out again as the angle was to steep to actually go inside her. He groaned, and she did it again.
“God Hermione, what are you doing?”
“Do you like it?” she asked huskily. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. “So do I,” she said. As Harry watched, she lifted herself up a few inches and reached behind her, her hand taking hold of his penis from between her legs and pointing it straight up. She held it in place as she lowered herself a fraction, settling it against the lips of her wet pussy.
“Hermione,” he began, unsure what to say.
“Shh,” she said. “I want this. I love you Harry. I really do.” Harry was only able to watch as he felt a quarter inch of his penis push between her folds, he was truly lost for words. He had heard that a girls first time could hurt, so he held himself as still as possible, letting Hermione dictate the pace. She lifted herself clear of him, and then down again, this time taking maybe half an inch inside herself, and Harry had to grit his teeth. Like a blowjob but times ten was how he would have to describe it.
Suddenly Hermione broke the intense look between them, a look of puzzlement crossing her face. Harry diverted his attention from her to see what could have distracted her, and heard the sound of a car. She looked out of the bedroom window and leapt off him like a scalded cat.
“Mum and dad are home!” she exclaimed. Harry scrambled up and started frantically wiping at the cum that was still sitting on his belly with some tissues, and Hermione raced to the door. “I’m going to get dressed, you get dressed as quick as possible and I’ll come back here.”

Harry didn’t need telling twice, once he felt he was in a reasonable state, he quickly pulled on yesterdays clothes, though he found a new T-shirt to wear. Within a minute Hermione was back, dressed in one of her light summer dresses, hair brushed a little and tied back into a ponytail.
“That didn’t take you long,” joked Harry. “Is that all you’re wearing?”
“Might be,” teased Hermione as he pulled on clothes. “Do I look okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, you’re fine,” he told her as he straightened out his own clothes.
“Are you sure?” she asked, feeling her face. “I’m not flushed or anything?”
“Maybe a little bit pink, but nothing major,” he assured her.
“Okay. Tell you what, I’m going to go to the bathroom, mum and dad should be in in any second.” She dashed off again, leaving Harry cursing his luck. They had been seconds away from sex, actual bloody sex, and her parents had ruined it. Arrgh, grownups! He was sure they probably thought they were doing him a favour by finishing work early to come and take them both out, but still. A few seconds and just a few inches from the very best birthday present ever!
He trotted downstairs just as they were coming through the front door, and was greeted with shouts of ‘Happy birthday!’ from both the adults, which felt a little odd as normally his birthday passed completely ignored by everyone. This was the first time that anyone had acknowledged it besides Hagrid the very first time he’d met him, and the fact that he’d also been telling him he was a wizard and got to leave the Dursleys for a whole year had rather trumped the fact that he’d said ‘happy birthday’ to him.
He thanked them both, then remembered about the present. “Thank you for the present as well, you really didn’t have to,” he said.
Mr Granger waved that away. “Do you like them?” he asked eagerly.
“They’re brilliant! You wouldn’t believe some of the weather we’ve played in, those goggles will make my life so much easier!”
“Boys and their toys,” sighed Mrs Granger, interrupting what had the possibility of becoming a long discussion about flying. “Where’s Hermione, Harry?”
“She’s in the bathroom,” he told her.
“Ah, okay. Well we can wait for her to come down. However, I understand that your deepest wish for your birthday was a cake?” she said with a smile. Harry nodded eagerly. “Then I think that can be arranged. Hermione can help, and you two can go and talk about broomsticks if you like. Go on,” she said with a flick of her fingers to dismiss them. The two men turned to go to the living room.
“What else did you get then Harry? One of the packages was making very strange noises, I know that much.”
“That was probably the book,” said Harry.
“Do magical books usually make noises?” asked Mr Granger, slightly disconcerted.
“Not usually, though I did find one in my first year that screamed when I opened it. I did jump a bit at that,” he admitted with finely tuned understatement that made the older man laugh.
“Ah, and here we are,” said Mr Granger as they spotted the monster book on the floor. The eyes swivelled to look at them, and the book started to growl from behind its brass clasp.
“Yeah, I didn’t think undoing the clasp was the best idea,” said Harry, when Mr Granger stopped dead at the noise. He forced a chuckle.
“Probably a wise idea Harry. Who gave it to you?”
“Hagrid. He’s the nicest man you could ever meet, but he does have odd taste in pets. He tried to keep a baby dragon once. Me and Hermione had to smuggle it out of the castle before it grew bigger than his hut.
“A dragon?” said the man with wide eyes. “How on earth did you manage that? In fact never mind that, lets just back up to ‘dragon’!?”
Harry laughed. “I said pretty much the same thing. Turns out there’s loads of them, even in England and Wales. But Ron’s brother Charlie is a dragon handler in Romania, and he was able to help us out, we just had to get Norbert, that was the name Hagrid gave him, up to the top of one of the towers without anyone seeing us.”

Mr Granger was now looking completely amazed. “And how precisely did you manage to get a baby dragon to the top of a tower without anyone seeing you?”
“I’ve got an invisibility cloak,” said Harry with a grin. Mr Grangers mouth opened and shut a couple of times.
“Well of course you have,” he managed slightly weakly. “I have to say Harry, I think Hermione has left out quite a lot about Hogwarts and magic…” he said.
Later in the afternoon, the cake was all that Harry could have imagined. Hermione’s mother made a joke about not worrying about how a boy without any dental issues at all was allowed a sugary cake once in a while. At six’o’clock they were both told to dress nicely as they were going out to a nice restaurant to celebrate. Harry made it back downstairs first, where Mr Granger told him that Hermione’s mum was helping her fix her hair. They chatted as they waited, then the two women came down. It was all Harry could do to remember to breathe. Hermione was wearing a slim black dress that came to mid thigh, with her hair plaited into a bun at the back of her head and a golden headband with leaf decoration on it. She smiled at him and he found himself involuntarily smiling back at her without even a thought.
“I thought at least one of you should have hair that didn’t look like you’d been dragged through a hedge backwards,” said Mrs Granger with a smile. “Shall we go?”
The restaurant was easily the fanciest place Harry had ever been.
“Try anything you like Harry,” urged Mr Granger as they looked at the menus. “Is there anything jumping out at you in particular?”
“Well everyone seems to make a big deal about steak,” said Harry, nervously looking at the prices of just about everything on the menu. It all cost a fortune! There was probably no point looking for anything cheap. “I suppose I’d quite like to try that,” he added.
“Well if you’ve never had it before then this would be a good place to have your first steak,” admitted Mrs Granger.
“Get the T-bone,” advised her husband. “And have it medium rare.”
“Why don’t you just order for him dear?” asked Mrs Granger with a raised eyebrow and some asperity in her voice.
“You’re right, sorry Harry!” Harry laughed.
“No it’s okay, I think - I mean, that sounds good.” He closed his menu.
“What are you having Hermione?” asked her mother.
“I think I’ll have the sea bass,” she replied. “I haven’t had that before.”
“Good choice,” replied her mother. “Do the two of you want any wine?” Hermione nodded, and Harry went along with it, saying he’d have what Hermione was having.
“Oh dear, no Harry, you can’t have white wine with steak,” said Mr Granger. “Sorry Hilary,” he said to his wife, “But he just can’t. It goes against the Gods of fine dining. Have you ever had red before Harry?” Harry shook his head.
“I had some white wine at the barbecue last week, but that’s all I’ve ever had. Hermione said red could be a bit strong.”
“If you drink it on its own then it can be, but with strongly flavoured stuff like red meat it goes well. I hate to go against my wife’s wishes and order for you, but it might be best if I picked one out for you?”
Harry laughed and Hilary Granger rolled her eyes at her husband, but he nodded. It did seem like the best course of action.
The meal was delicious, and then there was further dessert in addition to the cake from earlier. Both of the adults shushed Harry’s protests, telling him that you only got to become a teenager once, though they did put a stop to the wine after two glasses, noting that both teens were becoming rather giggly. Harry did enjoy the red wine after all, though he didn’t imagine he’d ever want to drink it by itself. It was well after 10pm when they left the restaurant, and Harry felt quite…content, sitting in the back of the car in the dark as lights went by, occasionally looking at Hermione, her face illuminated gently by the yellow streetlights. She would smile at him and he would smile back.
When they arrived back at the house, they were both directed to go to bed, but Harry felt he had to say something before doing so.
“Thank you both,” he said to Hermione’s parents before he headed up the stairs. “This has been the best birthday I’ve ever had by a long way, and I’m really glad I was able to stay with you.” The two adults shared a look.
“You’re welcome Harry,” said Mr Granger. “We’re glad to have you here with us.” Harry headed up the stairs after Hermione, and they stopped at his bedroom door, where she stroked his cheek gently before giving him a kiss.
“Happy birthday Harry,” she said softly.
“Thanks Hermione. It really was the best ever.”
“Well that was rather the idea,” she said loftily, before giggling. “Sleep well, I’ll see you in the morning.
Harry was quite tired, and simply dumped his clothes on the floor before climbing into bed. The wine was making him rather drowsy now, and so he just closed his eyes, but before he drifted off to sleep, the image of Hermione about sit down on his cock flashed up in his head. Next time, he told himself. Next time.
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