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The next day, Harry sat next to a blushing Hermione for breakfast. Ginny was the first to notice. “Hermione, your face is really red, did you accidentally walk into one of Fred and George's make-up-a-trons?”
Hermione shook her head. “Make-up-a-tron?” she asked, trying to control the spreading blush as Harry took her hand under the table.
Ginny's eyes narrowed slightly, then she said, “One of their failed products that they scrapped because they couldn't get the charms right. It was supposed to apply perfect makeup to anyone who used it, but the only thing they could make it do was add blusher all over the face. They gave up and just stashed them all over the house so they could come back to them someday when they knew more about makeup charms. Going by how your blush just got worse, I'd say it's something else.”
Harry simply put their joined hands on top of the table. Ginny gasped, and Mrs Weasley clasped her hands together. Fleur, in the background, smiled wistfully. “Hermione and I got together last night, it's no secret,” Harry said.
“What!” said Ron's enraged voice as he entered the kitchen. “How could you, Harry? When you know me and Hermione are meant for each other!”
Hermione stood and faced him, eyes aflame. “He knew nothing of the sort, Ronald Weasley! I have been in love with Harry since he jumped on the back of that troll and saved my life, so why, apart from your horrifying manners, your disregard for all my ideas and intelligence, your cruel teasing of what I find important, and your huge jealous streak of Harry's unfortunate fame, do you think you and I are meant for each other?”
Ron's mouth opened and closed a few times, then he growled and stormed off. If Harry were actually truly in love with Hermione and not just planning on moulding her so he could use her for his own ends, he would probably find himself even more in love with her. Luckily for him, that wasn't the case. Of course, he had to pretend like he was, so he stood and wrapped his arms around her, calming her. She turned in his arms, holding him back, and from behind them he heard Ginny say, “What a self-centred jerk!”
He looked at her and she shrugged, ducking her head. “I don't deny that I had a crush on you for ages, hundreds of little girls raised in the magical world did, and I also don't deny that I still deluded myself for years that even though I was one of many in the same position, that something would make me stand out to you and you'd care about me in that way. In the last year though, I gave up a bit, and now I'm actually dating Dean Thomas. We've exchanged a lot of letters this summer, and I genuinely care about him in a more healthy way than I obsessed about you. What I'm trying to say is that I'm happy for you both, and that if Ron tries to ruin anything, he'll have to deal with me, Fred, and George.”
Hermione smiled, but Harry frowned. “I noticed you were annoyed I didn't pay attention to you last night.”
She shrugged. “Well yeah, you came into my room and didn't even say hi to me. Just because I'm not obsessed with you doesn't mean I want to not play any part in your life.”
Harry smiled. “How about as an honorary sister?”
Ginny grinned and said, “I'd like that.”
All three heard a sniffle and turned to one of the two remaining people in the room, Mrs Weasley. “I'm so proud of you three,” she said, sniffling again. “I always hoped you would join our family in some way, Harry, and it seems that although it won't be official, I'd be happy to call you my honorary son.”
Harry gave a shaky smile. “I'd like that, Mrs Weasley.”
“Please, call me Molly,” the woman insisted, “I think you'd probably feel uncomfortable calling me mum, so Molly seems appropriate—after all, without you, I wouldn't have my Arthur, and the kids wouldn't have their dad.”
“Molly, then,” Harry said. A quick Legilimency check of Fleur's mind showed she was happy for the two, as evidenced by the smile, but she was also depressed about her family moving to Australia without warning. Almost the entirety of her mind was taken up by her mental anguish, and as such was acting far more submissive than she was by nature, which had actually caused Molly to like the young Frenchwoman and teach her about English cooking. Oh, this was fascinating.
At that moment, Hermione, who was still in his arms, broke him out of his thoughts by gasping and rushing to the window. He rolled his eyes fondly and followed her, seeing what had caught her attention. Three tawny owls were winging their way across the sky, flying ever closer to The Burrow, with their OWL results attached. Hermione seemed strangely calm as the owls flew in the open window and landed on the table in a perfect line. He gave her a questioning look, which she seemed to understand because she blushed. “I know, I know. Usually I'd be worried about if I failed everything, act hysterical, but in light of… recent… revelations, OWL results seem to not be as important anymore.”
Harry sighed understandingly and kissed her on the cheek, prompting romantic sighs from Molly and Ginny and making Hermione giggle slightly. He unburdened the owls and sorted through the three letters, taking his own, handing Hermione's to her, and seemingly hesitating for before leaving Ron's on the table. Hermione had already opened hers and was reading through everything carefully, so he quickly slit his open and unfolded his results.
ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL RESULTS
Pass Grades: Outstanding (O)
Exceeds Expectations (E)
Acceptable (A)
Fail Grades: Poor (P)
Dreadful (D)
Troll (T)
HARRY JAMES POTTER HAS RECEIVED:
Astronomy: A
Care of Magical Creatures: E
Charms: E
Defence Against the Dark Arts: O
Divination: P
Herbology: E
History of Magic: D
Potions: E
Transfiguration: E
This was actually better than he'd feared. Only failing two classes was much better than failing three or four, which would get in the way of his plans. He certainly didn't want to take Astronomy, as it would take away precious time at night he could be using to sleep or fuck his slaves. That left him with six classes out of the nine he'd been taking last year. He knew Slughorn accepted Exceeds Expectations into his NEWT classes, so he could still do potions, which would help to make Dumbledore think he still wanted to be an Auror until the old goat floated off his mortal coil. Taking Care of Magical Creatures would keep Hagrid happy with him, and it would also enable him to get the needed credentials for some of his later plans, as would taking Herbology.
He raised his head to look at Hermione, who had her head bent and was still clearly staring at her results. “How did you do, Hermione?” he asked softly.
She raised her head and smiled at him. “I did well,” she said. “Not as perfect as I would have liked, but I passed all eleven OWLs; ten Outstandings and one Exceeds Expectations.”
“That's great, Hermione!” he said, picking her up and spinning her around again. Once she was put down, he said, “How many NEWT subjects are you going to take, then? I passed seven, but I only want to take six of them. How about you?”
“Hmm, well Charms and Transfiguration are always a good idea, especially since both of them work well together with Arithmancy and Ancient Runes, both of which I want to take. Defence is a good idea with us being on the brink of war and all, Potions because you never know when you'll need to whip up NEWT level potions, and Herbology is always nice to do. I… I don't think I want to do Care anymore though. And as easy as the extracurricular Muggle Studies OWL was, all it did was confirm how messed up the Wizarding World's view of Muggles is, so I don't want to continue private study in that.”
“I didn't even notice you were doing the Muggle Studies exam,” Harry said, “but I guess it must have been a really easy exam.”
She nodded. “It was. You should have done it too, you would have passed easily.”
He shook his head. “I think you underestimate just how much the Dursleys isolated me, Hermione,” he said sadly. “I know about TV and electricity, and that cars work by pressing the gas pedal that makes the engine run somehow, but all the other stuff that you probably know about the Muggle world, the stuff normal kids learn about as they grow up, I never got to learn. Sometimes, Muggleborns are really lucky, they have amazing understanding parents who treasure their kid no matter what, but other times, they aren't so lucky. I'm one of the latter, and I'm sure that people in my situation are too focussed on surviving than learning about the world around them.”
He saw that all four women had tears in their eyes, and he shifted uncomfortably. “I didn't say that to get you all feeling sorry for me. Yes, I'm an abuse survivor, but that doesn't mean you should treat me any differently. The last thing I want is to be treated different to the way you've always treated me. The only thing I ever wanted when I was younger, apart from escaping from that hell-hole and knowing that I was loved and cared for, was to be normal.”
He strode off outside and made for the orchard, congratulating himself on a job well done. He may not like the feeling of people pitying him and just about bawling when he told them his life story, but in order to go up you had to go down sometimes. He wanted them, Hermione especially, to be in awe of and respect him, and the best way he could do that was to show them what his good-Harry character had managed to overcome. He was, after all, the epitome of all that was Gryffindor, and thus he had to show he was worthy of being great and good. Overcoming his relatives’ abuse was his starting point. Hermione already ‘knew’ what the prophecy contained, and that he was the Chosen One who would bring back balance to the Force… or was that Magical Britain?
He kept his amusement at his joke internal, because just as he sat down beneath one of the more secluded apple trees, he heard the soft footsteps of Hermione approaching him. He put on his best annoyed/upset expression.
“I'm sorry for bringing up such painful memories, Harry,” Hermione said. “I guess I was still stuck on the high of getting eleven OWLs and didn't stop to consider your point of view, which I understand completely now that you've shown it to me. You have seen the very worst of humanity, and you know how widespread it is. The question is, what are you going to do about it?”
“There's no such thing as Child Protective Services in the magical world because in their culture, children are the most precious things ever and must be protected at all costs, so even Death Eaters, who would otherwise be happy to kill as many adult Muggles as they come across, never actually killed kids, Muggle or magical. If you go back through the Daily Prophet articles to the first Voldemort war, you will never find a single mention of children being killed,” Harry said, making his sudden knowledge seem like an almost obsessive search through past Prophet articles to figure out Death Eater techniques.
“What does this have to do with your abuse?” Hermione asked, confused.
“If I were to get a children's department started, in the end it would just look like blood supremacy because if I had it my way, Muggle families with magical children would be identified and approached way before their Hogwarts education was approaching. Each family would be carefully assessed to see if the parents were like yours, or like my so-called family, and the kids in abusive or neglectful families would be taken away and their parents Obliviated. Even the ones deemed safe would be monitored passively to make sure that some piece of accidental magic doesn't freak out the parents and make them abusive or neglectful.” He saw her expression and hurried to assure her. “I know it seems strict and very harsh a punishment, but think of it from my perspective. If a system like this had been in place and Dumbledore hadn't specifically meddled with my case, I could have grown up in a loving family. And you, you wouldn't have spent your childhood wondering what was wrong with you, because you would have already known you were a witch. You would have likely seen any visits from the Department as fun and endlessly fascinating to know you'd met another witch or wizard.”
Harry was happy to note that Hermione was nodding slowly, pondering his thoughts. Finally, she accepted his argument. “You're right. Muggles, or rather humans in general, do tend to fear the unknown, so the parents would likely also appreciate the revelation and maybe even prevent some situations from turning abusive just because they actually know what's going on.”
Always the optimist, was Hermione. Humans were naturally violent creatures, and the only species worldwide that killed for sport, fun, and trophies. However, he simply nodded and moved to a different subject. “So, you said to Ron that you were in love with me?”
Hermione instantly went beet red. “I… er…”
He chuckled lowly, sexily, and he saw her shiver at the sound. “The thing is, I'm in love with you too. I didn't mention it last night because I didn't want to make it look like I was going too fast.”
She turned to face him properly. “You… you do?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
She practically beamed, then flung herself at him. Their lips were crushed together in Hermione's onslaught, but Harry deepened the kiss and dominated her immediately. She moaned as she collapsed into him, and he took it one step further by planting feather soft kisses along her jawline and down her neck until he hit her sweet spot, causing her to squeak and go limp. He sucked on it a bit more, then nibbled it just enough to get her into a near-mindless state, then he made himself seem like he forced himself to stop. Hermione just panted hard for a few minutes, slowly regaining her sanity, then saw him with his eyes scrunched shut.
“What's wrong?” she asked.
“I—I don't want to pressure you into anything,” he said in a perfect tortured voice. “I've fantasised about this, about us, but… how do I know if I'm taking it too far? We've basically only been dating for a few hours, after all.”
“If you go too far, my love,” she said, taking his head in her hands again and making him meet her eyes, “I'll let you know, I promise. I could never regret anything we did together, and besides, I've also fantasised about us, too.” She bit her lip, then looked around nervously. Upon seeing no one, and realising just how secluded they were, she promptly took off her shirt.
Harry stared at her partially uncovered breasts as though he'd never seen any before. “Guh,” he said.
She giggled. “They're just breasts, Harry. Every woman has them. Nothing special.”
This prompted him to tear his eyes away from her breasts and focus on her eyes again. “Nothing special? Are you kidding? They're the exact opposite! And besides, every single part of you is special!”
She smiled, happy he was defending her, even against herself, then bit her lip again and reached back to unclip the bra's hooks. Now, she sat with each hand holding a cup in place, and Harry had made himself rather red in the face, but not so much that he looked horrible and blotchy. He wanted to see how far he could push her after just a few hours into a relationship.
Taking a big breath, Hermione allowed the bra to fall to the ground, then took his hands and placed one on each breast. He gasped and seemingly involuntarily brushed over her stiff nipple, making her gasp as well. He got a curious look on his face and asked her for permission with his eyes. She allowed it, so he carefully, hesitantly, lowered his mouth over her left nipple and started teasing it with his tongue and lightly running his teeth over it. Hermione moaned loudly and buried her hands in his hair, pulling him in closer. He sucked it in, twirled it around his mouth a couple of times, then nibbled on it a bit before doing the same to her right nipple.
She was now practically thrashing about while trying to remain as still as possible, so he backed off to prevent any of his hair from being pulled out. Of course, with his Metamorph abilities he could grow it back in a moment, but he really didn't feel like experiencing any pain now or ever. “Wh-why'd you stop?” She whimpered.
“You nearly ripped out some of my hair,” he said, grinning slightly at how red she went.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, and then noticed Harry's big, hard cock straining against his pants. When she couldn't seem to drag her eyes away, he said, “Do you want to see it?”
Once again, she bit her lip, then nodded, her innate curiosity getting the better of her, once again. He unzipped his jeans and loosened the button before getting his cock out from his pants. Hermione gasped. “Is… is it… big?”
He smirked. If he had his way, she'd never see anyone else's, so she'd never know if he said it was the biggest in the school or if it was rather small. Then again, what was the point in lying? “I'm the second biggest in our dorm, behind Dean, and word is that he's the biggest in our year. Take that to mean what you want.” His expression sobered. “Hermione, how far do you want to go right now? I know you said you would tell me and you wouldn't regret anything we did together, but I want to know how comfortable you are and how far you want to go.”
She smiled at him adoringly. “I know we haven't even been dating for a day, but we've been best friends for five years. I meant what I said to Ron before; I love you. So long as we're careful, I would like to go all the way.”
Harry smiled as well. “Okay then, all the way it is.”
He took off his shirt and laid it aside, moving on to his trousers and pants as Hermione quickly caught on and shucked her own trousers and underwear. Now, they were both naked, and he saw she was covering herself in self-consciousness. He gently reached out and pulled her hands away, then kissed her. She responded slowly, then all at once, flinging her arms around him with a moan.
Harry manoeuvred her down onto the soft ground and started kissing down her throat and chest. He focussed on her nipples for a bit again before kissing down her chest some more. He avoided her belly button, knowing many women were either uncomfortable with their belly buttons or were ticklish there, and continued down to her tight, virgin pussy.
He stuck his tongue inside her and used the skills he'd culminated over the past few weeks to make her orgasm quickly. After all, while he didn't give one flying fuck about her pleasure, or about the pleasure of either of his slaves, he did care about appearances. He'd learnt how to orally pleasure women so that when he got back to Hogwarts, he could start a relationship and appear normal. It was an added bonus that Hermione had the potential to be very hot; he just had to coax it out of her.
He pulled another orgasm out of her, then got on his hands and knees and manoeuvred himself so that his cock was positioned at her entrance. Hermione put her hand on his chest and said, “Wait.”
Annoyed but not showing it, he did as asked while she reached into her pile of clothes, reached into her jeans, and pulled out a Muggle condom. She saw the look he gave her and blushed. “Mum gave me a packet before I left for the Weasleys, she said I was going to be seventeen soon so I might as well have some, just in case. I put this in my pocket this morning, I didn't know if—”
Harry kissed her to shut her up, making her squeak when his cock barely touched her lower lips. He took the condom wrapper, opened it, and put the condom on his cock. Then, he said, “I love you, Hermione. I love how prepared you are.”
He kissed her again, then slid himself in and stopped at her hymen. Carefully and slowly, he pushed past it, then stopped and held Hermione as she sniffled at the pain. After a few moments, she shifted and accidentally made him slide a little deeper inside her, making her gasp in pleasure. He thrust all the way in, groaning at how tight she was, then pulled back and thrust in again. He started up a rhythm that was not too rough, but would also get her wondering what it would feel if it were rougher. He ploughed away at her, and when the end came, he went in as deep as he could and let go.
When he became aware again, he let himself fall to her side, and took off the condom. He threw it somewhere to the side before taking her in his arms and kissing her tenderly. Hermione was sporting a huge grin as she said, “I know why so many people do this now.”
Harry laughed. “Me too, my love. I… er… well to tell you the truth, I was in the library near the Dursleys’ house and I came across a book that… well…”
She giggled. “You came across a kama sutra, didn't you?”
Harry nodded, using his Metamorph skills to simulate a heavy blush. “I wanted to know how to do this, and how to do that thing I did with my mouth.”
“Well you were amazing,” Hermione reassured him. “I don't think I've ever had better orgasms than the three I had just then.”
He blushed more while congratulating himself for making her come for a third time with how hard he had fucked her. His plan to slowly increase his roughness and subtly convince her that she was only there for his pleasure might actually work! Of course, he had the advantage of more than fifty years of experience in psychological manipulation, plus being a Master Legilimens, so it would be a walk in the park to get her to see things his way, and if she protested in any way, he'd mentally remove her reasons for protesting, then act like he was the victim. If that didn't work, he'd Obliviate her and start over.
“I'll make sure to do it again next time,” he said.
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