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The Power That Voldemort Knows Not	By : NarutosBrat Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 18338 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-The Power That Voldemort Knows Not
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A/N: I think from here on out, if I do a Harry Potter fic that incoporates the Horcruxes- unless it's a timetravel fic- this is going to be my official stance on them. Voldemort only made four or five of them (diary, ring, locket, cup/diadem, and/or snake) because there are certain rituals that are involved with making them. While a murder will split the soul, it will refuse after a time, and the Horcrux must be deliberately made. There are also serious consequences for making more than that- namely the body cannot survive with less than 1/32 of a soul.

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Harry had been at the Burrow a few days, and found himself frequently staring at Ginny; Hermione's knowing smirks weren't helping in the least. He was crushing hard on Ginny, but for the life of him couldn't figure out where it came from. Sure, he found her attractive, but he'd thought she was pretty long before that summer, plus she was Ron's sister. He was fairly certain it wasn't a love potion, because honestly, why wait until now to start it? There was of course, also the fact that before that summer, he hadn't seen her looking the what she'd been looking the morning after his arrival.

The sight of a Ginny Weasley who'd done a fair bit of growing over the summer, had been something to catch his eye. She was almost as tall as him now, and had filled out so that her womanly curves matched Hermione's, yet still maintained her slight, athletic figure. He also noticed her hair had darkened from the typical Weasley red, to a deep auburn that reminded him of his mum's. It was what she was wearing that really got his attention.

When he'd seen her the morning after his arrival, she'd been wearing a pair of pajama pants, and a teeshirt that was obviously either an old one from her childhood, or purposefully made to be small. He wasn't sure which, but what he was sure of, was that it showed off a very nice expanse of her toned, flat belly, and that the snugness of the tee accentuated the full cup jump she'd undergone in the month since school ended. The pants also fit her very well. While they were baggy around her amazing legs, they seemed to have a nice snug fit around her bum, and he could quite clearly see her cute bottom moving from side to side when she left the room, after hugging him good morning.

Yeah, he was definitely fancying Ginny, but there was also something off. While he thought she was quite beautiful, there was one part of her that was really bothering him.

The thing that annoyed him, aside from her seeing Dean, was her recent attitude. He'd always known she could be quite catty when the mood struck her, but he was less than impressed with how much of a bitch Ginny was being to Fleur. Sure, the older girl might have been going just a bit overboard with trying to be helpful- and he could understand Hermione's frustration given how much the older witch's aura effected her particular crush- but honestly, that was no reason to be so mean to her. He'd almost snapped at her the first time the redhead had called the blonde Phlegm, with what seemed to be bitterness and jealousy.

Luckily for his tolerance, Hermione had noticably eased off of Fleur since his arrival, and Ginny's attitude had cooled marginally as well- Fleur had pulled him aside, and thanked him for whatever he'd done with a kiss to the cheek. He'd found- to his shock and almost horror- that Mrs. Weasley was being just as rude to her, and had only seemed to pick up steam since his arrival...especially so since that afternoon she'd found the two of them alone in the sitting room catching up. Sure, his simple inquiry about how her adorable little sister was doing had turned into a much longer, more amusing conversation, but Mrs. Weasley was acting like they were having an affair.

Harry shook his head of those thoughts. It was those kinds of thoughts that led to nightmares, and with the stock he was capable of drawing from, he'd rather not. Thinking about more pleasant thoughts- like peeling Ginny out of those pajamas she'd been wearing that fateful morning- Harry settled down for what he hoped would be a nice dream. Ironically enough, while he'd succeed in having the erotic dream he was hoping for, it would oddly enough, feature only one individual with red hair, and certainly not one he'd want to see naked.

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Harry looked around in confusion. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten there, but he was back on Privet Drive. He also noticed that he was both naked, and laying on the front lawn of the Dursley home. Sitting up, he paled when he saw nearly a dozen robed and masked individuals surrounding him. The thing that stood out to him the most, however, was that one of the masks was different from the others. The woman- as the rather nice curves that the thin robe poorly hid made her gender obvious- as if noticing that he was watching her, turned to him.

"My lord, the boy has awakened." She intoned in a cold voice. The throng of robed figures parted, allowing one of Harry's worst nightmares to casually make his way through.

"Ah, Harry Potter," The bone white form of Voldemort hissed. "Welcome, welcome, child. I'm sure you're wondering why you're here. Well, Lord Voldemort is gracious, so he will tell you. It has come to my attention that Dumbledore has told you the prophecy. Sadly, after you were able to somehow break my possession in the Ministry, I have been unable to enter your mind through your scar, and attempting Leglimency on you is far too dangerous."

"Afraid?" Harry asked, causing the man to frown, and earning Harry a light dose of the Cruciatus.

"Do not confuse strategic caution for fear boy," Voldemort growled. "And do not asume that because I need you alive and mostly sane that I will not punish you. Now, as I was saying, taking the information from your mind is inadvisable, but all is not lost. I have found another way to get what I want from your mind, as well as every other secret that you've been hiding. And to further prove how gracious a lord I am, instead of torturing the information out of you, I've decided to allow you one last earthly pleasure before you die. Narcissa!"

The robed figure that he'd identified as a woman stepped to Voldemort's side, and removed both her robe and mask. Harry blushed seeing the nude woman. Despite being a frigid bitch, Narcissa Malfoy was still an incredibly beautiful woman. He wasn't given any time to appreciate said beauty, as the woman pushed him back to the ground, and straddled him. She then leaned up, reached between them, and positioned his straining erection between the plump cleft of her vagina, belated realising that hey, he was naked. Harry had to bite back the pitiful groan of pleasure when she began rocking back and forth atop him, rubbing her wet valley along the underside of his throbbing length.

Through the torturously pleasant sensations assaulting him, he was vaguely aware of the other Death Eaters surrounding himself and Narcissa, and her clasping their hands together. With her other hand, she pulled a dagger from where he couldn't see, and slid it flatways between their hands. There was a stab of pain as she twisted it so that the two sharp sides were digging into their palms, and yanked down, creating matching cuts on both their palms. He heard someone casting a spell, then there was a flash, and the pain was gone. Through the wonderful haze of sensations that had him nearing an embarrassing mess, he looked up, and saw the blood flowing along their arms turn into ivy tattooes that began crawling up their arms to their shoulders.

Seeing that the ritual was complete, Voldemort ordered his minions to depart, before turning to the sexy woman sitting in his lap. "Return to the manor when you have finished here. You must begin your preparations for the next part of the ritual with haste."

About half a second after he saw Narcissa's tattoo stop, he was besieged with euphoria, as his testicles siezed, and he made a mess of his stomach. Slipping forward onto her hands, she kissed him heartily, pressing her folds into him more firmly to fully milk him. Smirking that familiar cruel smirk of his school nemisis- which he had to admit looked rather sexy on her- Narcissa leaned down until her lips were right next to his ear, and seductively whispered.

"I look forward to breaking the Boy-Who-Lived," She started as her tongue slid along the shell of his ear. "-and very soon the Dark Lord will know everything that's in that feeble little mind of yours."

With a firm, slightly painful, nip to his ear, Narcissa Malfoy stood, redonned her robe and mask, and then disappeared with a whip-like crack. Several seconds later, as he felt sleep overtaking him, he heard the worried voice of Dumbledore.

"Oh dear boy, what have they done to you?"

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Harry awoke several hours later, to a darkened room, a soft bed, and even softer blankets. The first thing that he noticed was that he had been dressed in a pair of pajamas, and given the smell of apples, he'd likely been bathed as well. He suspected Mrs. Weasley from the scent, and the fact that she'd have not likely allowed anyone else to do it for fear of him being taken advantage of in his fragile state. As if anyone would have tried anything, especially with him.

Trying to shake the fog from his brain, he tried to figure out where he was. The last thing he remembered before passing out had been Dumbledore's voice so he at least knew he was safe, sort of. There were only three places Dumbledore would have brought him after the encounter he'd had, headquarters, Hogwarts, or the Burrow. He didn't smell sterile and anticeptics, so the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts was eliminated, as Madam Pomphrey wouldn't have allowed him any where else.

A very pronounced snore seconds later told him that he was where the Weasleys were, but then again, that could be either of the last two choices. Taking a look around the room, and using what little bit of light from the moon the cloudy sky allowed, he deduced that he was in the room he shared with Ron at Grimmauld Place due to the lack of eye searing orange that covered Ron's bedroom walls. Finding himself hungr- and the obscenely loud growl his stomach let loose was plenty telling, although it could have been Ron's snore as well- Harry decided to head down to the kitchen to find something to eat. Molly always made enough for leftovers when she cooked, so there should be something.

In the much dimmed torch light that the sconces on the walls provided, he noticed that the tattoo was still there. He had to admit, it actually looked kind of cool when one ignored what it meant. Unfortunately, Harry couldn't do that. Since the tattoo was there plain as day, that meant that he hadn't dreamed that part of the attack by Voldemort featuring Malfoy's mum. It also meant that Narcissa Malfoy intended to have sex with him to gain his secrets for Voldemort. He didn't know whether to be happy or scared. Sure, he was going to lose his virginity to a seriously hot, older woman, but the consequences of that happy moment were not so great.

Before long, Harry had reached the door to the kitchen, but his quest for food took a backseat to his curiosity when he heard not only several voices discussing something in private, but they were discussing him in private. Sneaking closer to the door, Harry ignored his hunger in favor of eavesdropping outside the door of the kitchen, to find out what about him they were discussing.

"Of all the rituals that he could have chosen, that was the last one I'd ever expected from Voldemort." Remus said. "It's just too bad that you and Fleur are already engaged, Bill."

"And what eez zat supposed to mean?" The highly offended, and somewhat indignant voice of Fleur snapped.

"I don't mean to offend, but you have to admit that you'd be the perfect person to help with this." Moony placated. "If anyone could teach Harry how to shag a woman into submission, it would be a Veela, and let's be honest, Harry is far from ready for a fullblood. Again, not trying to offend, just stating a fact."

"I see." Fleur was silent and Harry guessed pensive for several moments before. "Very well zen, I will 'elp." Harry's face heated up at the implications of that statement."

"Fleur?" Bill questioned his wife.

"William, I must offer any assistance zat I can." She lectured. "Do you not wish for our children to grow up in a world wizout Voldemort. I think if my heritage can help, zen we should use it to do so, non? Maybe zis will also 'elp your mother realize that I'm serious about you."

"But-"

"Please do not worry, William." She said, drawing her allure, focusing it on her husband, and giving him a smokey look- though Harry couldn't tell that from the other side of the door. "While I may use my body with Harry to 'elp in ze war, my heart, my love is for you alone. No matter what 'appens between 'arry and I, I will marry you, and we will have a 'appy life and family together."

Bill sighed in resignation. "You're right, I was just worried is all."

"You 'ave no reason to be, my love." She returned. "Now if you will excuse me." Harry heard footsteps coming towards the door, and tried to scramble away before it opened, only to stumble over his own feet. Harry winced when the door opened, and he heard a feminine gasp that was sexy as all hell. Chancing a glance up, he found Fleur looking down at him with a fond smile, before holding out her hand to give him a hand up.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to overhear, I was hungry, and was looking for something to eat." Smiling beautifully, she took him by the hand, and led him into the kitchen.

It really shouldn't have come as any surprise that everyone else in the room suddenly found themselves needing to be elsewhere. Sitting him down next to her husband, Fleur reheated some of the stew from that night's dinner, and happily served him, refilling his bowl as it was emptied, until he'd had his fill. Once he was finished, he sat back, and she took the bowl from him before he could even comment on doing it himself.

"You heard what we discussed, non?" Fleur asked him as she deposited his bowl in the sink, giving him a sultry look as she turned back around that made him blush. Not trusitng his voice, Harry nodded. "Good, zen come with me, 'arry. Tonight we will make love, and I will teach you 'ow to control a woman's pleasure so zat she will want no other."

Shocked beyond all reason, Harry turned to Bill to find the man giving him the universal sign for 'you two kids have fun'. Harry's blush was one for the record books, but never one to look a gifthorse in the mouth, he took Fleur's hand, and allowed himself to be led away to the most pleasurable three hours he'd ever experienced. It was a good thing she'd gotten his first shot out of the way quickly, and that her allure acted like an extra strength stamina and endurance potion, or he'd have been spent far too soon.

With an almighty roar.....which was actually more like a pathetic whimper, Harry spilled himself into the gorgeous Frenchwoman.....

......and woke up with a start, panting heavily, and covered in sweat. That's not the only thing that he was covered in either; he could certainly feel the need for a change of boxers and pajamas. To his shock, the reason for that needed change was still very vivid in his mind. Harry could remember having the dream once earlier on Privet Drive, but it had always stopped right after Narcissa's parting message to him. He'd certainly never had a wet dream involving Fleur before, which given how beautiful she was, kind of surprised him.

Knowing he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, Harry decided to just get up and start his day. Luckily the dream he'd just awaken from had taken care of his normal morning issue, so that was one less thing he had to handle that morning- no pun intended. After a quick shower, and a trip down to the kitchen for a cup of tea, Harry found that he was the first one up, beating even Mrs. Weasley. Knowing that boredom would set in soon enough, Harry decided to start on breakfast.

Despite it being a chore given to him by his loathsome relations, cooking was one of the few chores that he'd enjoyed doing. He'd found that the one thing besides flying that truly relaxed him just so happened to be cooking, and it went a long way in helping him deal with the Dursleys every summer. After raiding the cupboards and chill cabinet, he began starting on breakfast. It wouldn't be long before Mrs. Weasley came down to try and take over, only to find herself booted from the kitchen (with help from an energetic, eager to help Dobby), and told to wait for breakfast.

About a half hour later, the smells from the kitchen started to wake the others in the house. Many would be shocked to find a huffing Mrs. Weasley sitting at the bottom of the stairs with annoyance- as well as a cup of tea- as Dobby stood sentry and prevented her from entering. What shocked them even more, was that the smells coming from the stove were being created by Harry, who currently had three skillets going at once, and seemed even more at home in the small kitchen than the house's matron was. As Harry moved around the kitchen, placing plates piled with bacon, hashbrowns, eggs, and toast on the table, he earned looks of appreciation from four different witches.

Oddly enough, it was Bill who broke the odd, stunned silence. "Great, he cooks, cleans, and fights the bad guys. How are we normal blokes ever supposed to live up to those standards?"

Looking up from where he'd been distracted by the last of the bacon, Harry blushed seeing all of the resident Weasleys + one standing on the stairs. "Sorry about that. You can let them past, Dobby, and yes, you can do the clean up if you like."

"Harry Potter is too good to Dobby." The elf said, with wide watery eyes. "You be telling Dobby when youse finished eating."

"Harry, how could you ask him to do such a thing?" Hermione asked, shortly aftter the elf popped away.

"I didn't, he insisted on doing it, especially when I wouldn't let him cook." Harry said. "Ask Mrs. Weasley, he was going to kick me out of the kitchen too when he showed up at first. If I hadn't agreed to let him clean up after breakfast, I'd have sitting right next to her."

"It's true dear, although I don't see why he couldn't have let me help." Molly said, still huffing.

"Sorry, but I needed to think, and cooking helps me with that." Harry said. "If I'd have let you help, it would have been done faster, and I needed all the time I could get."

"Well, I certainly hope you've made a decision on what you were thinking about, and won't be barring me from my own kitchen any longer."

"No ma'am, I won't." Harry said with a blush. "Well, breakfast is served."

As everyone tucked in, Fleur just so happened to make an offhand comment that with cooking this good, the girl who snags him will be a lucky one indeed. Still having some issues with accepting praise in front of a large audience- although according to Hermione, he was getting much better at it in small groups- Harry answered.

"I guess that's one thing to thank the Dursleys for. I'm very domestically inclined." Harry returned. "Bill was right, I cook, clean, can fix things like plumbing and woodwork the Muggle way, and I'm a fair hand at gardening...well, non-magical plants, anyway."

"Yes, you're going to be a very good house husband for some very lucky lady in the future." The purple haired witch- who had come to check in before her guard shift, and been invited for breakfast- teased, deciding to spare him the numerous jibes she could have made at his 'plumbing and woodwork' comment. "Especially for a domestically incompetent girl like myself."

"Are you hinting, Tonks?" Harry teased back, startling everyone who'd never seen him flirt before. Ron and Hermione were only mildly shocked, as the latter had been on the receiving end a few times just joking around. Still, they were surprised, as he'd only done it with Hermione because he was exceptionally comfortable with her.

"You never know with cooking this good."

With a mock suspicious look plastered on his face, Bill added. "Hmm, I'm not sure going into work is a good idea, dad. We might come home to find our ladies fair have run off with the handsome butler."

Everyone laughed at the joke, before going back to their meal. As the group ate, Harry was glad that they'd enjoyed the food. He'd never been able to tell if it was any good, because he was always hungry enough to eat anything edible, Dudley and Vernon would eat pretty much anything, and Petunia barely ate at all.

All throughout the meal, he also kept sneaking slight glances at the quarter-Veela sitting next to her fiance. It didn't hurt that he was talking to Bill about his job. He bemoaned the fact that he'd taken Divination instead of Runes, because curse breaking sounded exciting. He was just glad that no one seemed to notice the furtive glances he sent Fleur's way, and that Tonks' constant commentary about kidnapping him as her personal maid- as well as the uniform that she'd have him wearing, which Fleur commented she wouldn't mind seeing on Bill- were enough to excuse the slight red hint to his cheeks.

It was just too bad that his best mate tended to be far too observant for his own good sometimes, and his best friend was far too smart for her own good. Having known him so well for so long, it shouldn't have surprised him that they had noticed, and had easily deduced what he was doing. He just hoped that Ron would show enough tact to not bring it up while they were all at the table. Thankfully, Hermione elbowing the redhead in the side saved Harry much embarrassment.

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Luckily for Harry, neither Ron nor Hermione thought enough of the incident to bring it up. Unfortunately, as a result of Harry's rather explicit dream, being around Fleur had started to become awkward for him, as he couldn't help picturing her the way she'd appeared in his dream. Over the next few days, his nervousness, embarrassment, and anxiousness around Fleur resulted in several awkward situations.

Just that morning, he'd accidentally seen her leaning over to pull a loaf of bread out of the oven, and the view of her spectacular rump took him back to the end of his very interesting dream. Fleur had been on all fours in a similar positing, with him kneeling behind her, thrusting away in desperation. Remembering what came next, Harry ran from the room before he embarrassed himself in more ways than one. Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice; although there were two people that had.

"Harry, we need to talk." Hermione's voice came later that morning. While he was hoping that this wasn't what he was expecting it to be about, he didn't hold out much hope.

"What about?"

"Well, I've seen how you've been looking at Fleur." She stated. "I figured you wouldn't want everyone else to know about this, but you really need to talk to someone about it." Yep, he was right.

"Really Hermione, it's not what you think-" Harry tried, only to find himself interrupted.

"Harry, both Ron and I have noticed that you seem out of sorts around her," Hermione started. "Are you suddenly being affected by her allure, or are you just now developing a crush on her?"

"Really, Hermione-"

"-because there's nothing wrong with it, really." She said, backtracking. "Although, you have to remember that Fleur's engaged."

"Hermione, I'm not having a crush on her, I just experienced certain kinds of subconscious visions about her that I happened to enjoy." Hermione only held a look of confusion for a second, before her eyes widened, and she blushed.

"Well, it's perfectly normal to have those kinds of dreams about people you find sexually attractive. Maybe if you talked about it, it'll help you get over your awkwardness around Fleur."

"I know that, but I've also been thinking a lot about the circumstances that led to Fleur and I, y'know, in the dream." Harry said. "Sure that part is kind of embarrassing right now, but I'm sure that I'll get over it eventually once I've had a chance get away from her for a bit."

"Oh, well, do you want to talk about it?" Hermione asked. "The dream, I mean."

Shrugging, Harry told his best friend about his odd dream, severely editing the last part. "You know, Harry, you should probably tell Dumbledore about your dream....well, minus the last bit with Fleur."

"Hermione-"

"I know what you're thinking, but what if there really is a ritual like that?"

"Knowing Harry's luck, there probably is." Ron said, startling the two.

"Ron, I'm sorry we didn't tell you, but-"

"It's fine." He said. "I kind of figured it was really personal when he didn't mention anything, and figured you'd get the story out of him eventually. You should know, Harry, you're not the only one whose had those kinds of dreams about Fleur."

"TMI, Ron." Harry groaned. "And it's the first part of the dream that bothers me."

"Yeah, that," He frowned. "I think Hermione's right. There's a very good chance there's some kind of ritual, or stuffy pureblood custom like that."

"I don't really know if I'm comfortable going to Dumbledore with this, yet." Harry muttered. "You think we can ask your dad first?"

"I guess it wouldn't hurt."

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It turned out, that while asking Mr. and Mrs. Weasley about the subject didn't net them any solid answers, their odd reactions went a long way in confirming that there was a ritual like that, and effectively sent Hermione into research mode. Harry wrote a quick note to Dumbledore telling him that he wanted to go to Grimmauld Place. Later that afternoon, the aged mage visited the young wizard, asking him what he needed there. Harry's answer was honest enough, though that wasn't the only thing. He wanted to go through the old townhouse, and see if he couldn't find something of Sirius' to have as a keepsake.

Passive Leglimency, which Dumbledore tried not to do too often unless he suspected something off, told him that Harry was sincere in this endeavor. It also told him that it was not the whole reason, but decided to to trust Harry's maturity and thoughtfulness. 'Besides, it's not like Miss Granger won't be there to curb any truly unwise actions.'

Upon flooing into the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, the three teens were met with the shocked visage of Mundungus Fletcher loading up the Black Family Silver into a bag. Seeing he was busted, the filthy man tried to do a runner, only to be dropped by a stunner. The bag he was holding fell, spilling its contents all over the floor. Among the things that had spilled out, was a golden locket with an 'S' on the front.

"Kreacher!" Harry called, and turning when the telltale pop answered. "Since I'm the new owner of this place, how would I ban someone from entering?"

"Filthy halfblood master only has to declare his intentions." The aged elf spat with distaste.

"Thank you, Kreacher." Harry said, turning back to the unconscious thief, and waking him up. He completely missed the wide eyed stare his elf gave him. "Mundungus Fletcher, you are no longer allowed in the House of Black without express permission from myself. If- during those times- you take anything else from this house, I will have you arrested and imprisoned for stealing from an Ancient and Noble House." He didn't see Ron wince. "If you do not return everything that you have stolen from this house within the next week, I will have you arrested for stealing from an Ancient and Noble House. Finally, if you touch anything in this house with the intent of stealing it, I am authorizing Kreacher to express his displeasure with you in any way he deems fitting. Have I made myself clear?" Dung couldn't do anything but nod. "Good, now get out of my sight." Dung didn't need telling twice, and even emptied his pockets on the way out.

"Kreacher, clean this mess up, please," Harry said absently as the three teens headed up to the library to research their problem; all of them missing the look of adoration the old elf regarded Harry with. A look he hadn't given anyone since Master Reggie died.

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Deciding to start with the books that Molly Weasley had pulled out because she felt they were too dark for children, Harry, Hermione, and even reluctantly Ron, began researching the ritual. As luck would have it, the pile contained the very book they needed, and after five hours of reading, Hermione finally found a ritual that followed the design of what Harry had described. Gaining Harry's attention, she passed him the book, so that he could read.

The Spy's Challenge

This is an old Asian ritual once used by the magically gifted of ninja clans. First created back during the early Sengoku, "warring states", period, this ritual was mostly used by the witches of the clans in brothels and through other means to obtain secret information from wealthy nobles, as well as potential enemies.

A bit more reading showed Harry that this was the ritual he'd been dreaming about. Deciding that he could let Hermione read up on the rest of it more later, Harry skipped down to where the instructions and results were detailed.

To initiate the ritual, the two challengers will grasp hands, and the spell will be cast on them. Following this, a mark will appear along the arms of the two challengers that will signify that the challenge has been set. The mark will take on the form of a tattoo of ivy circling the arm from the wrist to the shoulder.

The next part of the ritual will involve the two participants engaging in sexual intercourse, and that is a specific requirement. Nothing but procreative intercourse will suffice, although the use of contraceptions are acceptable. The victor will be the one who sexually dominates the other, so the challenge will not end until there is a clear winner.

Once the challenge is completed, and a winner has been decided, the tattoos will pulse, and the loser's tattoo will disappear, and reappear on the winners arm interwined with their own. Over the next 24-48 hours, the intwined tattoos will recede, showing the progress of the assimilation of memories and knowledge.

There are very few rules for this ritual, but the most important one is that the ritual intercourse must be consensual. It doesn't matter how one gets their target involved with performing the ritual, each participant must participate in the intercourse portion of the ritual of their own free will. Meaning...

1. One cannot overwhelm their target through rape

2. Neither participant can be restrained, as both must have an equal opportunity to succeed

3. Neither participant may act against the other in any way that would prevent them from giving their best attempt

4. The ritual intercourse must take place within a fortnight of the rituals initiation, or the initiator will forfeit their magic

Other than those four laws, anything goes.

In recent years, another component was added to this part of the ritual. Blood would be drawn with a sterilized silver knife, and the wounds would be placed in such a way that the flowing blood would mix. When the spell is cast, the blood would take on a life of its own, and it would form the medium that would create the tattoo.

This addition would add another aspect to the normal ritual. While the original ritual would only allow the winner to absorb copies of their defeated opponent's memories and knowledge, the addition of mixed blood also allowed for the transference of certain magical abilities from their defeated opponent. The exception, of course would be if the abilities to be gained were biologically impossible; like certain abilities that only appear in a specific gender. It is also possible, if there is already a blood relation between the two participants, that this would allow the victor access to places, or items, that only the loser would have been granted.

Harry stared at the entry in shock for a moment...before breaking out into snickers as he passed the book to Ron. "I wonder if we could use this against Voldemort; or maybe even the Death Eaters. We could have someone with a lot of skill and experience challenge Voldemort, and learn everything they need to know about how to beat him; especially since it's highly unlikely that he ever lost his virginity." And then the implications of what he'd be asking of someone kicked in, and he backtracked. "Actually, I take it back, because subjecting any woman to that should earn someone the Dementor's Kiss."

While Harry was horrified at what he'd been thinking, Ron and Hermione found amusement in his diatribe if the undignified snort, and sweet, girlish giggles were anything to go by.

"Well, what if we use it against a female DE?" Hermione asked. "Despite the disgusting male rabble that serves him, maybe the members of the fairer sex that do aren't too bad looking."

"Yeah, we could use it on someone like Malfoy's mum," Ron started, his mind following the path of most interest. "-and get all kinds of dirt on the Malfoys, plus Fudge and his cronies too."

"He's right." Hermione exclaimed, impressed. "If we use this on Narcissa Malfoy, we can not only get incriminating stuff on the Death Eaters that we know about, but probably find out who the moles for Voldemort are in the Ministry too, and who Lucius has paid off."

Harry gave a thoughtful look to his friends, before speaking. "That's who they used in the dream, but there's actually an even bigger fish in that fold we could fry, someone who would know more about Voldemort than anyone but the bastard himself."

"Surely you're not thinking Lestrange." A voice came from the door of the library. "Sorry, didn't mean to eavesdrop, but Dumbledore asked me to see if you needed any help with your project." Harry gave him a raised eye of suspicion. "Okay, he also wanted you to have some adult supervision that wouldn't get in your way, but wouldn't let you do anything too dangerous."

"That's alright, and I appreciate it, though we weren't really planning to do anything, just researching possibilities." Harry admitted. "But since you're here, maybe you could help is with this."

"So, you're thinking Bellatrix would be a good target?" Remus asked after being filled in on what they were thinking, and being shown the entry for the ritual.

"Yes, I am."

"But who would we get to actually go along with...her." Ron spat, a disgusted look covering his face.

"I'd do it, since I've got a score to settle with her already. And aside from being a bit thin and gaunt, she isn't that bad looking."

"That's all well and good, but how would we get him to go along with it?" Hermione's question brought everyone up short. That was the crux of the situation.

"Well, I've got information that Voldemort wants, information that only Dumbledore and I have."

"You mean the prophecy."

"Right, and if we could get Snape to suggest something like this to Voldemort as an easy, and inescapable way of getting everything he wants to know out of my head, I'm pretty sure he might take the bait. With the kind of picture that Snape and Malfoy have likely painted of me, this would be an almost fullproof plot; one almost too tempting to pass up. At the moment, other than getting Tom to agree, there's only one problem I see with this plan."

"And what's that?" Remus asked, though he was pretty sure he knew what it was.

"Well, considering my life, and the fact that she's married, the challenge wouldn't last long, and most certainly not in our favor. I'd need to get learned up, and real quick."

"Well, we could always ask for volunteers." Ron guessed. "Don't think you'd have any shortage of those."

"Unfortunately, Ron is right." Hermione said distastefully.

Harry thought about that for a second. "You're probably right, but none that I'd really trust, though."

"It's just too bad that Bill and Fleur are already engaged." Remus lamented. "Fleur would probably be perfect for this."

"And what eez zat supposed to mean?" A melodic voice almost growled. Somewhat offended was an understatement of epic proportions.

"What are you doing here?" Ron snapped.

Bill, who was standing just behind his fiance, answered for her. "Mum sent us to make sure that you weren't doing anything dangerous or inappropriate. I thought she might have been overreacting to the three of you being alone, but now I can see that she may have been right."

"What did you mean about me?" Fleur asked again, no less venom in her voice. With a sigh, Harry caught the two newcomers up on the idea.

"And my heritage plays a part, 'ow?" Fleur asked, still somewhat offended.

"I didn't mean to offend, but you have to admit that you'd be the perfect person to help with this. From the books I was able to acquire when I lived in France for a few years, the Veela heritage comes with several...shall we say, benefits. If anyone could get Harry trained to a significant level, and in a timely manner, those benefits would be very useful. Again, not trying to offend, just stating a theory based on what information I have."

"I see. Very well zen, I will 'elp. I have become fond of 'arry, and maybe zis will 'elp Molly see reason." Harry's head snapped to the right, his shocked eyes meeting Hermione's own wide eyed expression. Given what she remembered being told of Harry's dream, she was just as shocked as he was, though her face was incredibly flushed as well.

"But Fleur-" Her fiance started.

Fleur gave her husband an exasperated look. "I do not mean me, William. I 'ave several cousins who owe me favors zat I'm sure I could convince to 'elp. I daresay I can think of at least one who might be eager to 'elp." Bill sighed in relief. "Eet eez just too bad Gabrielle eez not older, zen I could, 'how you say, deal with two birds with one stone."

"Eh?" Harry couldn't for the life of him figure out what little Gabrielle had to do with anything.

"I promised my little seester zat I would introduce 'er to you." Fleur admitted. "If she were older, I could do zat, and get you ze 'elp you need." Harry blushed a deep red. Thankfully talk drifted away from the fact that Harry had a ten year old quarter-Veela who already wanted him to father her children.

As the group finally broke up for the evening so that Harry could cook dinner- Mrs. Weasley had been gracious enough to send some things along with the express insistence that Harry cook- Bill decided to ask Harry a favor. "Hey Harry, do you mind if Fleur and I borrow one of the rooms upstairs?"

His face turning as red as the Weasley hair, Harry answered. "Depends."

"On what?"

"Are the rest of us going to be effected by any wild, out of control, Veela allure based pheromones or something once she gets all hot and bothered?"

"Not that I know of, why do you ask?"

"Because while I certainly wouldn't be overly bothered by ending up in a compromising situation with Hermione as a result, I'd rather not experience that kind of closeness with Ron or Remus." Harry said evenly.

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After dinner, Harry, Hermione, and Ron headed right back to the library. The three got comfortable, Hermione sitting on the leather loveseat with the book laid out next to her. Knowing that their discussion was far from over, Harry jumped right into it.

"Okay, assuming we actually go through with this plan, what kinds of advantages do I have at my disposal to use for something like this?" Harry asked.

"Well, I guess the most obvious thing would be Parseltongue." Hermione mentioned, her face turning red. At twin glances of confusion, she elaborated. "Well, you said that your tongue vibrates when you use it, so if you were to find some way to get that to work, it would definitely be an advantage to use." And just like that, Harry's face matched hers, though Ron still looked a bit confused.

A second later though, Ron gave a mischievous chuckle. "What?" Harry inquired.

"Nothing." Ron answered.

"Tell us Ron, especially if it might help."

"It's nothing, really," He finally said. "I was just thinking that it was too bad you're not a Metamorph like Tonks, cuz that could give you all kinds of advantages." Again Hermione's face lit up. It looked like some of her extracurricular reading hadn't been such a good idea, because combined with this discussion, it was certainly putting thoughts about her best friend into her head that really had no place being there.

"Well, there was that infamous haircut incident, but something tells me that was just accidental magic, and not wanting to look so embarrassing." Hermione asking what happened prompted Harry to tell them about growing his hair back overnight after his aunt cut it.

It just so happened that a certain Metamorphmagus had been passing by the library on the way to the kitchen. Hearing her name come from the library, Tonks paused for a spot of eavesdropping. As she listened, she thought about Harry's hair incident a bit. While it probably was just accidental magic, there was also the small chance that Harry might have had some latent talent. It was seconds later, when she heard Ron joke that even if he doesn't, that maybe they could convince her to let Harry dominate her with the ritual- and the wistful agreement of the other two shocked her- and absorb her ability, that she decided she'd worn out her hidden welcome.

Not having all of the information, and unsure whether she was comfortable confronting the teens about it, she decided to continue on to the kitchen where Bill had told her Remus was supposedly nursing a pot of tea. Hopefully he'd know what was going on, and she could get the story from him. Upon getting the full story, the auror couldn't help being curious. While not exactly in a way she'd ever considered, the fact that the three were trying to find a way to be proactive in the war- instead of reactive like the Order had been- peaked her interest.

It also didn't hurt that having her abilities would be a very good ace up the sleeve, and like every other girl, she'd had her Boy-Who-Lived fantasies, even if she was older than him by almost a decade. Truthfully, the more she thought about it, the closer Tonks was to deciding that maybe it was a good idea- the fact that it might also light a fire under Remus' arse was a possible boon as well. With a cheeky grin, she asked the old Marauder what he thought about her helping Harry, and frowned when he answered in an annoyingly logical manner- neither giving her a yay or nay on his opinion- and told her it was her decision, and that Harry was the one she'd have to convince.

With a frustrated huff, Tonk left the kitchen, deciding that she was going to help if he wasn't going to be a man and speak up. Decision made, Tonks decided to wait a couple days before approaching him about it. She knew that she had a lot more experience than him, and that Harry would probably need some help to successfully dominate her. It just so happened that she knew of a potion that would make her more sensitive, receptive, and responsive to everything Harry did to her, and began mentally going through the ingredients she'd need to brew it.

The three teens, on the other hand, had asked Dobby to retrieve their trunks from the Burrow, as they likely wouldn't be returning. Whether or not they went through with this plan, they knew that they'd never get any planning done with Molly's hovering.

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"I just received word from my cousin Isabelle," Fleur announced at dinner a few days later, holding up a sheet of notebook paper. "She 'as agreed to 'elp, and says zat she can be 'ere zis weekend. I must warn you 'arry, Isabelle is a full Veela, and 'er allure is much stronger zan mine."

"Right," Harry said paling, pushing his plate away.

While he'd known Fleur was considering making the inquiry, he hadn't thought she actually would, actually had, nor that she would get a positive response. Hell, for that matter, he still wasn't sure that they were going to go through with the plan. They hadn't even thought about the plan in almost three days, having received their Hogwarts letters, and concentrated on making plans for a trip to Diagon Alley. And what was worse, if they didn't, Fleur's cousin would be making a trip all the way from France for nothing.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Remus asked, confused at his response.

"I think I'm going to go lay down, I'm not feeling so well." He replied.

Upstairs, Ron and Hermione sat on his and Harry's bed respectively, watching said wizard ramble and rant while pacing back and forth between them- just as they had been for nearly forty minutes since they'd followed him up there. "You're awfully panicked for someone whose got a Veela coming to shag him senseless in five days." Ron's teasing only seemed to fuel Harry's anxiety.

"Harry, are you all right?" Hermione asked.

"Of course I'm not all right." He snapped, before sighing in frustration at her hurt look. "Er, sorry for snapping, but it doesn't change how I feel. This cousin of Fleur's is obviously experienced considering what she's coming to do, but I've never even seen a real pair of bare breasts, let alone touched one." After all, superimposing the bits he'd caught a glimpse of in Seamus' girly mags over the girls in his fantasies and naughty dreams didn't really count. "I can't do this, I'm just going to embarrass myself."

"I'm sorry, Harry." Hermione said. "But there isn't really anything that Ron or I can do to help you here."

"Actually there is, but considering Ron's a bloke, and you mean far too much to me to even consider asking something like that of you, you're right." Harry said, absently, not realizing that he'd said that bit out loud. "I guess this is just something that I'm going to have to do on my own. Thanks for helping me think this through, and come to terms with it though."

Harry gave them a warm smile, and Hermione suddenly felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Harry had never realized the devastating effect his smiles had on half the girls in Hogwarts; and certainly not on herself whenever she found herself caught off guard by them. Darn Harry Potter and that smile of his, because it made her willing to do darn near anything for him if it would help, and this time was no different. Harry wouldn't know it until the next evening, but he'd just smiled Hermione into being his first.

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Early the next morning, Hermione decided to take advantage of the fact that Harry was down in the kitchen cooking breakfast. She had to admit that Harry seemed at home working at the stove, and truly seemed to enjoy it. She'd watched him prepare dinner the evening before, and the way he seemed to smile when his preparations came out just the way he wanted them to lit his face in a way she hadn't seen since before fourth year. Anyway, back to her plans. Since Ron was often a late riser, and only seemed to wake once breakfast was ready- though how he seemed to instinctually know when it was was a mystery- she decided to have the talk with him she knew needed to be had.

In hindsight years later, she would realise that waking Ron before he was ready would probably result in him being snappish, grumpy, and even more unreasonable than he normally would have been otherwise, but given how her life had turned out, she realised it was for the best. Shaking her friend awake, she waited until she had his attention, before asking the million galleon question.

"I'm up, I'm up, whatchu want." He asked, grumpily.

"Ron, what is there between us?" He stared at her for a second as if confused. She was about to repeat her question when he finally responded.

"Wha' yu ween?" He asked, with a yawn.

"Ron, I know you fancy me," She said. "Never mind how I figured it out, I need to know what, if anything, you plan to do about it?"

"What...I mean, why do you care?" Ron- now very much awake- asked, causing Hermione to sigh in frustration.

"Because I kind of fancy you too." Hermione admitted. "But I also need to know that if something does happen between us, how you'd feel about me being with Harry first." Predictably Ron's eyes narrowed, and his reddening ears signalled the coming of his temper.

"Why would you need to know that?"

"Ron, you know Harry just as well as I do." She said. "While this plan could work, the fact of the matter is that Harry is a virgin. And while most boys would jump at the chance to lose it to a Veela, Harry isn't most boys. He'd likely be embarrassed about what could happen, regardless of the fact that it's a common happenstance. I was thinking that maybe he'd be more comfortable with things if he lost his virginity to someone who he knew he could trust; someone he knew wouldn't judge him."

"And that has to be you?" Ron snapped, his flush now encompassing his face, and starting to creep down his neck.

"Well, who else could it be?" She asked, honestly. "The only other girl I know he's sweet on is Ginny. Considering that she's seeing Dean, and your mother would have kittens, puppies, and probably half a dozen other cute, furry animals if she even thought Harry and Ginny were alone in such a fashion, I don't think that's an avenue we could pursue."

"But mum-"

"I know about your mother's matchmaking attempts," Hermione said grinning wryly. "-she hasn't been very subtle about it, and if it hadn't been for the fact that Harry and I were open to it long before she started getting obvious, things would have been a lot more awkward. Be that as it may, your mother is still kind of old fashion, and would probably restrict snogging to after hand-fasting if she could."

While Ron couldn't deny that, it was beside the point, and he wasn't about to be distracted from the main issue of this conversation. "What about Luna?"

"Sure Luna has become a good friend, and I'll admit she did help him with Sirius in a way that we couldn't, I don't quite think she's close enough of a friend to be asking such a favor from though. Not only that, but she's in Sweden, and will be for most of the summer. I don't even think we'd be able to contact her, and get a reply in time."

"Fine, do what you want." Ron said, snipingly(w?), his face, neck, and ears burning the famous Weasley temper red. "It's not like what I say even matters; you were going to do it anyway."

"You're right, I am going to." Hermione admitted. "But I was also hoping you'd be mature enough to look past this if we did start dating later. Apparently I was wrong about you, and with this hanging over your head, we wouldn't have worked out anyway."

Without another word, she turned and left the room, passing a confused Harry who had come to wake Ron up when he hadn't magically appeared as soon as the food hit the table. Having heard the raised voices, he knew that the two were having another of their annoyingly infamous arguments, and seriously hoped they'd get over it quickly.

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That evening found a highly confused Harry Potter sitting next to his best friend while trying to eat dinner. Now Harry would be the first to tell you that he wasn't very good with subtle hints- the way he'd handled the Cho and Parvati situations were evidence of that. But then again, the ones Hermione seemed to be giving him that evening for some reason didn't seem all that subtle. It had started earlier in the day when Fleur had insisted on making a rather interesting French dessert, and she, Tonks, and Hermione had kicked him out of his own kitchen. They'd even threatened to call Dobby to keep him out like he'd done to Mrs. Weasley days before.

It wasn't until they were finished, that he'd been allowed back into the room. When she'd passed him, Hermione had grasped his hand, and given him a soft smile. At the time, he'd thought that she was trying to tell him that regardless of her and Ron's disagreement, she wasn't angry at him, or trying to avoid him, but now, he wasn't so sure. She'd also seemed to be a lot more friendly with him during the day, but he figured it was because she and Ron were fighting, as was usually the case.

That conclusion drastically changed that night. She'd come into the kitchen while he was putting the finishing touches on his lasagna- and he was very thankful to Moony for making that run to the grocer- when she'd come up behind him and peeked at it over his shoulder. After telling him it looked and smelled wonderful, she'd placed a soft, lingering kiss right behind his ear lobe for no reason at all. And if the fact that she'd kissed him wasn't odd enough on its own, the fact that she'd kissed him right behind his ear lobe, as opposed the cheek where she normally did the few times she had, was beyond unusual.

Another thing that he found peculiar, was when she'd placed her left hand on his thigh while telling him that dinner was incredibly delicious, and that he was an amazing cook. Now that by itself didn't throw up any flags, as she'd innocently grasped him in a non-questionable zone accompanied by a compliment several times before (even a couple times in reference to his cooking). What made it stand out was the fact that she grasped him rather firmly, she'd grasped him much higher on his leg than usual, and that she'd left it perched there for the rest of the meal, with her thumb absently rubbing his leg.

Then to make things even more crazy, when they'd gotten to the dessert, she'd volunteered to bring it to the table. As she'd passed him, he'd felt a lingering brush of her hand across the back of his neck that left the hairs there standing on end, and had even insisted on serving him. Sure, she'd claimed that she wanted him to have a good go of it before Ron demolished it, but even that excuse seemed flimsy when taken with the whole. Even now, she was sitting much closer to him than he'd ever remembered her sitting before when they weren't snuggled up for warmth or comfort. The big thing though, the one action that told him she was definitely trying to tell him something, was when just before she'd sat back down next to him, she'd whispered in his ear that she needed to speak with him privately after dinner, and then nibbled on said ear. If there was anything that said a girl was hinting or teasing, it was the nibbling of the ear.

Sure, there were a few other things, but those were the ones that were the most obvious, and stood out to him. To make matters more confusing, every time she did something like that, either Fleur, Tonks, or both would show some sign of amusement at her actions. Once everyone had had their fill of both the lasagna and chocolate, frosted happy (Harry had decided on that since it was as good as treacle tart, but he couldn't pronounce the name), Hermione grasped his hand under the table to grab his attention. With a discreet head nod, she indicated it was time for that talk. Excusing themselves, Harry and Hermione stood, only to be stopped by Tonks.

"Go ahead, Harry, I just need to ask Hermione something really fast."

"It's okay, just meet me in the room I shared with Ginny." Shrugging, Harry went on up the stairs.

"What is it?" She asked the elder witch. Smirking, Tonks stood and pulled Hermione outside of the kitchen door, and cast a couple privacy charms.

"So you're really going through with it?" Tonks asked, only to receive a look that plainly told her it was a stupid question. "Right then, consider this my gift to you." Without any warning, the purple haired witch drew her wand, sketched a rune swiftly in the air, and then jabbed her wand at the bushy haired teen.

"What was that?" Hermione asked as a faint yellow light, and a deep, soothing warmth washed over her.

"An old blood magic spell, likely the only one the Ministry won't imprison you for." Before Hermione could ask, Tonks explained it. "It uses the blood from your brokern hymen as a sacrifice to make the woman feel the same intensity of pleasure that her partner- or whomever the companion charm was cast on- feels or felt his first time; but only after the pain goes away, so there will be that. Still, if your lover is considerate enough to keep still until the pain stops, your first time is guaranteed to be good. Don't worry, I already hit Harry with the companion charm under the table at dinner."

"Oh," Hermione's face pinkened. "Thank you."

"No problem, now go make the Boy-Who-Lived a man." Tonks teased.

"You know he hates that title?" She said.

"Yeah, kinda figured that, but the other joke I had in mind was even more crude, and the monicker on that was was too long to be a good punch line." Hermione walked away, admittedly curious what Tonks had been thinking.

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A few minutes after Harry had entered the room, Hermione finally joined him. There was a noticable blush on her face, as if she knew she was about to do something that was out of character, and just a little embarrassing. Deciding to cut to the chase, and figure out what she was up to, Harry began.

"Hermione, what's going on?" Harry asked his friend as soon as she entered the room, standing due to the restless nerves.

"I would think that would be obvious given all the hints." She retorted.

"So you really are trying to seduce me?" Harry asked, earning him an amused eye roll.

"I'm not trying to seduce you, Harry." She explained. "I just figured you'd rather lose your virginity to someone you're more comfortable with."

"Yeah, I guess." Harry couldn't deny that, but he still wasn't entirely sure about things. "But isn't it your first time too? I mean, are you sure you want to do this with me?"

"Really Harry, who else do you think I'd want to give my frist time to?" Harry flushed.

"Well, I'd noticed that you and Ron seem to fancy each other." Harry replied, causing Hermione to sigh.

"Harry, it's very doubtful that Ron and I will ever work out now." She told him.

Harry was saddened, because he had a feeling he knew what that meant. It meant that Ron hadn't taken her decision to do this very well. Hermione'd been forced to choose, even if he hadn't specifically said it, and she'd chosen him. Harry's chest swelled just a bit at that fact, and filled him with a new desire and determination. While it also filled him with a bit of dread on the Ron front, that was something he'd deal with later. He knew that with this being his first time he wouldn't last very long, but he was going to do his best to make it good for Hermione, no matter what.

Little did he know, that Hermione (in collusion with Fleur and Tonks) had laced the dessert with a stamina potion. Fortunately for Bill and Remus, this wouldn't be a problem. The Curse Breaker had someone to work out his restless energy with once the potion really kicked in. The latter just so happened to be highly allergic to one of the main ingredients of the potion laced dessert- which had earned him profuse apologies from the three ladies who'd made it. Sadly for Ron, all he had was his hands to work off the rather large portion of the dessert he'd consumed.

Deciding to take the lead, Hermione stepped into his personal space, wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned forward halfway with her eyes closed. Harry gulped, knowing that it was now up to him to see to it that things progressed, and he could admit that he was very nervous. He didn't know if he was truly ready for what he was pretty sure his kissing Hermione would lead to. Still, something deep inside said that he needed to do this, that it was the right thing. It also didn't hurt that he'd always been curious about kissing Hermione, especially since the Yule Ball. The fact that she'd willingly gave up on the boy she liked to help him, and that Harry cared more about Hermione than anyone, wouldn't allow him to just ignore her sacrifice.

Bringing his hands up to her waist, Harry closed his eyes, and leaned forward, pressing his lips to her. The first thing that Harry noticed was that Hermione's lips were very soft- which was surprising considering how much she nibbled on her lips- and felt very plump. The second was that his lips seemed to tingle at the point of contact with Hermione's, branching out until his entire face did so. Oddly enough, while he didn't see fireworks behind his eyes, or any of the romanticized stuff, the feelings being generated from that kiss were stronger, and more intense than he'd thought possible. It was certainly a lot more satisfying than the kiss he'd shared with Cho.

It wasn't until he felt her tongue nudging at his lips, asking for entry did Harry realise this was just the beginning. Once their tongues came into play, the kiss- as well as the feelings- intensified. Hermione's hands slid up, and began threading through his already messy hair, the nerves in his scalp flaring everywhere her fingers touched, leaving a lingering trail of heat. Hermione too felt numerous trails of gentle fire licking at her skin; the small of her back lighting up as Harry's finger- who'd slid under her teeshirt- caressed the small of her back.

Harry could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the sharp thudding against his ribcage a sharp contrast to the softness of Hermione's breasts pressed enticingly against his chest. He could feel himself steadily hardening, pulsing almost in time with the hammering beats in his chest.

Now, while Harry was a fair kisser, and most girls would have been content with letting him take point, Hermione Granger was a strong, determined young woman who was unafraid to challenge the universe. She briefly allowed her tongue to wrestle and writhe along with Harry's for a bit, purely from the fact that feeling his tongue rubbing inside her mouth felt good, but she refused to be idle. With no prior warning, she drew Harry's tongue deeply into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it, and sucked hard. Harry let out what amounted to half a groan, and half a whimper of pleasure as Hermione completely subdued his dominance, and took control of the kiss.

That done, Hermione attacked, licking into his mouth, and Harry couldn't help but immediately let her have her way. She stroked her tongue against his, teasing as she followed his retreating tongue. She massaged the whole inside of his mouth with her surprisingly dextrous organ; quickly giving special attention to the roof of his mouth, his teeth, his gums, and finally his tongue again before retreating again back into her own mouth. Harry didn't know where she'd learned to kiss like that, or who she'd practiced with, but Merlin did he want to thank them.

The two teens nearly lost themselves to the feelings being generated by snogging their best friend, but all too soon, the need for air drove them apart. When the kiss broke, Harry couldn't help but stare.

"Wow, that was quite nice." Hermione said, face flushed. "If I'd have known it would be that brilliant, I'd have kissed you sooner."

Harry hadn't heard a word she'd said; his eyes were too busy watching her kiss swollen lips move as she spoke. This time, it was Harry who was the initiator of the kiss, and his was just a bit more desirous and aggressive. He pulled, sucked, licked, and tug at her bottom lip with his teeth, plundering her mouth as he seemingly tryed to overwhelm her with his lips. This time, Harry dominated the kiss, and no matter how much she tried to take it from him, it was Harry who utterly controlled the kiss....and sweet baby if she didn't like it.

One of the advantages Harry had on his side in this, was what he was doing with his hands. They'd left their perch at the base of her back, and had slid down to firmly and possessively grasp her behind, pulling her to him as tightly as possible until their hips met. Hermione gasped when she felt the firm, solid lump of Harry's arousal being pressed into her, and clutched at him even tighter, gently grinding her dampening center into his throbbing manhood. She momentarily allowed herself to revel in the sensations brought on by the kiss, and rubbing of their lower bits.

Only when his grinding into her became more insistent, did she finally pull herself away, pressing her hands to his chest to keep him at arms length while she caught her breath, and calmed her raging libido down. She didn't want her first time to be some wild roll in the sack, she wanted it to be slow, and gentle. She wanted to be made love to for her first experience, and told Harry as much.

"That being said, what we were doing, and where it was likely headed-" She trailed off suddenly.

"You mean where we were about a few good rubs away from tearing each other's clothes off, and rutting like a couple rabid, in heat bunnies?"

"Yes, that," Hermione blushed, and nodded. "I'd certainly like to try that later sometime, if it wouldn't be a bother, just not my first time."

"I understand, and I'm most definitely interested if you are." Harry said, his breathing just short of panting. Fighting down that lustful part of his teenage mind that didn't want to care, Harry tried to calm himself, and gain control of his bearings. It only took a moment to pinpoint the reason why that was so difficult for him; Hermione's hands on his chest. He took a step back, and after a few more moments, got control of himself.

This time when they kissed, it was no less passionate than the first one, but much softer. Rather than trying to devour each other as they'd just done, or completely lose themselves like they'd done originally, they chose to just bask in the feeling of the other's lips and tongue moving with theirs. Breaking the kiss once more, Hermione sat on the bed she used, and scooted up further towards the head. All it took was a sultry beaconing with her finger for Harry to follow her onto the bed, and quickly capture her lips with his.

As Harry settled over her with his hands propping him up on the bed, Hermione's left hand came up to cup his cheek, while her right hand went down to his side. The tender, loving kiss they shared continued as Hermione lay back on the bed; as her right hand came up to cup his neck. Harry positioned himself between her legs, and began rubbing his bulge against her crotch, earning a pleasure filled hiss as he unknowingly brushed her clit through her pants.

Hermione's hand moved down and slid his teeshirt up, her hands caressing up and down his bare sides, enjoying the feel of his warm skin beneath her fingers. Hermione brought her hand back up to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss as her legs hooked over the back of Harry's thighs, her calves rubbing against them as she pulled him closer. She could feel Harry grinding into her, and bucked back up into his rather prominent bulge for more friction; the jolts of sensation echoing through her loins driving her wild. Her desire spiking, both of Hermione's hands grapsed Harry behind the head to deepen the kiss further.

Realising that they'd likely never make it past kissing at this pace- and he could admit that he would be fine doing this for awhile with Hermione- Harry broke the kiss, and sat up on his knees.

Reaching down, Harry took hold of Hermione's shirt, and pulled the bottom up past her chest. He couldn't help but stare for a moment at her bra covered breasts. In the low torch light, he could just barely make out that it was a simple bluish number. Even still, Harry thought it was one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen. Smiling down at his best friend, Harry leaned down, and began planting kisses from Hermione's waist up to her bra.

As he was doing this Hermione reached to her chest, and undid her bra, which just so happened to be a front clasper which she'd worn to make it easier on Harry, just in case. Her bra snapped open and the two cups fell by the wayside, exposing her bare breasts just as Harry's lips made it to her chest. Hermione could feel the insecurity and self-doubt creeping up when Harry stopped and stared at her half nude form, but when she saw him lick his lips with what could only be desire, she couldn't help the blush of excitement. For the first time, Hermione Granger felt sexy and desirable, and she liked it.

Feeling slightly empwered by Harry's hungry gaze, Hermione was startled when Harry leaned down and sucked one of he small, brownish-red buds into his mouth. She gasped at the intensity of the sensations; it felt like lightening was running throughout her body, even causing her to tingle down between her legs. When he switched to her other breast and did the same, Hermione couldn't help wondering if this really was Harry's first time or if he was just naturally good at the practical application of everything. The way his lips were moving over her, and the feelings he was invoking in her body seemed just a bit too advanced for a virgin. Moments later, she arched into his suckling mouth, her hands fisting his hair pulling him closer.

Harry- after greedily sucking on Hermione's left nipple, circled it with his tongue, enjoying the way the small bud felt against it, before sucking on it again. Leaning back again, he was amazed at how beautiful Hermione looked. With her skin flushed red, and her already wild, untamed mane splayed even more wildly and tangled on the pillow beneath her head, Harry couldn't understand how he had never thought his best friend was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen- who didn't have some extra enhancement factor that could be considered cheating.

Starting at the waistband of Hermione's jeans, Harry kissed a path right up the center of her torso. He noticed that her stomach seemed to flutter beneath his lips as he moved over the slightly rounded area. Once he'd reached them, Harry again captured Hermione's lips with his, and almost immediately, her right hand came up to cup behind his head, keeping him from being able to move away. After a bit of tongue wrestling, of which Hermione won that round, Harry again broke their kiss.

As much as Harry wanted to continue kissing Hermione, he also wanted to see more of her. Tugging at the hem of her tee, he was startled when she pushed him away. Sitting up on his knees, he was startled when Hermione followed him, pushing herself into a sitting position with her elbows. Once up, she began tugging her shirt over her head, as well as her open bra. Seeing what she was doing, Harry reached for the bottom of his own teeshirt, and pulled it over his head. Once it was off, and he looked back down at her, he found that Hermione had perched on her hands, and was sitting in a pose that was half sultry/half shy. With her shirt and bra removed, as well as her sitting up into a more favorable light, there was nothing to prevent Harry from actually seeing the full scope of Hermione's breasts, and Harry stared wanting to drink in the sight, and commit it to memory.

Harry was momentarily distracted from forward progress by the huge scar across her torso, just now illuminated in the moon and torchlight once she'd sat up. While it was faint, it was still somewhat visible, trailing from her left shoulder down to her right hip. Unable to stop himself, Harry's fingers came up and traced it, almost as if in a trance.

Already knowing where his thoughts were going- and realising that if she allowed Harry the chance to dwell, the mood would be ruined- Hermione's hand came up and cupped his cheek. Her thumb gently tracing it, she gave him a soft smile.

"Harry, it wasn't your fault." She said firmly. "I don't regret following you to the Ministry, and I don't regret receiving this scar helping one of the most important people in my life."

"But, is it okay?"

"Madam Pomphrey has been checking up on me once a week since I got home, and declared me fit to go earlier that day you arrived." With pleading eyes she continued. "Please don't let this ruin the mood, Harry. Make love to me."

Harry gave her a quick nod, before his finger tips began to caress her hip. Very slowly, it found its way to that end of Hermione's scar, and slowly traced from the bottom to top, just above her left breast. In one continuous motion, his hand went from the end of her scar, down to grasp her breast, while his other one came up to palm the other. He gently kneaded Hermione's breasts- which were a little more than a handful- his thumbs brushing her nipples as he marvelled at their softness. They were even softer and warmer without the cloth barriers.

Hermione let out a soft gasp as Harry's hand slipped down to cup her bare breasts, the warmth of his hand gently squeezing and kneading felt incredibly good on the soft globes that she'd always thought weren't good enough. Had Hermione known that Harry was planning to prove how swell he thought her breasts were by attacking them with his lips and tongue again, she might have just sat back and let him have his fun. Since she didn't know, she cupped his cheeks, and pulled him into another steamy kiss. While her lips and tongue were occupied with her best friend's, Hermione also began to scoot forward until she was sitting in his lap, her legs around his waist, making sure to keep them connected where it mattered the most.

This time it was Harry's turned to groan and whimper into the kiss as Hermione firmly ground her center into his almost painfully straining erection.

Harry's hands left her breasts and slid around to cup her fabric covered bum, squeezing the tight, firm flesh greedily. He held her pelvis flush against his just as her hands- which had slid around to his back as well, were holding him to her so that they were pressed against each other chest to crotch. Their kiss was as passionate as it was hungry, Hermione plundering his mouth as she raked her nails down Harry's back. The slightly stinging pain causing him to groan deeply, and pull her grinding center against him even more insistently.

Somehow through the mindless haze of writhing lips, tongues, and pelvises, Harry connected with his logical, conscious self long enough to come to a realisation. He realised that if they kept at the pace they were going, they'd eventually drive each other to climax, and from what little he knew of sex- and boys tendencies- their attempt at intimacy would be over before it could get to the whole point of this endeavor. Harry broke the kiss, and kissed her along her jaw, sucking at her earlobe when he reached it, and trailed his lips down to her neck.

As he kissed and suckled at it, Hermione arched her neck, baring more of her tender flesh to his hot, insistent lips. She shuddered and writhed against him, her insistent grinding accompanied by soft mewling that was easily the most erotic thing he'd ever heard. Harry made the mistake of gazing up at Hermione's face- which was a mask of desire as she nibbled on her bottom lip and whimpered along with a particularly sharp thrust. For Harry, the sight was so incredibly sexy that he almost lost it and made a mess of himself. Even after closing his eyes, Hermione's erotic noises and movements were still driving him far too quickly to his end.

Luckily for him, Hermione was in a similar state, and decided she didn't want to climax unless Harry was actively bringing her to it. Sliding back off of his lap, her hands moved to his chest, and lightly raked a trail of fire down Harry's chest to his crotch, stroking the sizable bulge in his jeans before sliding upwards a bit to begin unfastening Harry's pants. She made quick work of his belt, button, and zipper, before reaching in, and rubbing the large bulge there through his boxer-briefs. She gave a slightly smug smile when it twitched against her palm, and he pressed harder into her hand with a moan.

Again noting that he was far too close for Hermione to be teasing him that way, Harry softly pushed her hands away, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself. Once he'd gotten to a point where he wasn't about to go off any second, Harry placed his hands on her knees, and began sliding them up her amazing legs. He took a moment to return the teasing favor, rubbing her between the legs, and marveling at the heat he could feel coming from her even through her jeans. He pressed his middle finger harder into her, and was rewarded with an audible groan, and a buck of his best friend's hips.

Pulling his hand away- earning him a groan of disappointment- his hands went up to her waist where he took a moment to undo her pants; also making rapid work of her snap and zipper. Sliding his hand down the front, Harry began to lightly rub her through her knickers with his knuckle. Pressing down a little harder until his finger slipped between her plump outer lips, Harry rubbed her a little more firmly, causing her to buck into his finger with a hiss of pleasure- and what he could have sworn was a nearly inaudible curse of delight if he'd heard her correctly- when his finger brushed up against her clit.

After a couple more strokes up and down, Harry pulled his hand free, and reached for the waist of her jeans. Shifting so that her feet were perched on his thighs, Hermione lifted her hips so he could pull her pants down over them. Once he'd succeeded in pulling them down to her thighs, she lifted her legs until they were pointed at the ceiling so he could pull them off. A bit of tugging, and Harry completed the task, dropping them off the side of the bed.

Sitting back on his haunches, Harry took another moment to stare at Hermione. Again he had to wonder how he'd never realised just how sexy she was. Sure he'd known she was a girl, sure he'd thought she was beautiful, but he'd never really considered her someone to lust after until tonight. Laying on the bed as she was- with her wild, untamed mane splayed out on the pillow, looking like a tangled brown mess- in nothing but a pair of simple bluish panties, she never looked more desirable to him. Gods she was so gorgeous. Even if this weren't for his sake, Harry could still see himself wanting very much to do this with Hermione.

Harry slid back, and propped her legs open. A single finger was brought up to her mound, where he pressed it finger firmly into the cleft of her lips once again, and rubbed her center; his actions earning him a soft whimper, and Hermione pressing herself into his finger. The moisture being produced by her lips was starting to seep through her panties, and coat his finger, along with the burning heat that was already enveloping it. Harry momentarily marvelled at the sticky dampness clinging to his finger when he pulled it away, before sticking it in his mouth. While he hadn't gotten a full range of her taste, what he'd gotten was more than enough to make him want a better taste of it.

Harry traced his lips up to the juntion between her legs, his kissing lips leaving what felt to Hermione like a tingling trail of fiery lightning from about her midthigh up to her button. When he finally reached her cloth covered crotch, he paused to inhale relishing in her intoxicating scent. Harry drew his tongue out, flattened completely, and licked her fanny through her panties, gently sucking on the plump lips that were visible and swollen through the fabric.

Hands cupping the backs of her thighs as he licked her, Harry began rubbing up the soft skin covering her toned muscles, before putting pressure on them. Feeling his gentle push, Hermione allowed her lover to push her knees up to chest. Even though her thighs drifted closed, with her legs drawn up as they were, it still gave Harry a better angle to reach her moist center from. Using the much better angle, Harry began basting the whole of her cloth covered quim with firm licks. Occasionally, Harry would narrow his tongue, and poke at where he guessed her opening was, before swirling and flicking it.

Just as Hermione was really starting to feel it, Harry suddenly pulled back; again much to her disappointment. She found out why when his hands slid up her legs, and his fingers hooked into the waistband of her knickers. As Harry slid her panties down and off her hips, Hermione straightened her legs, toes pointed at the ceiling, so that he could more easily slide them off. Once he'd pulled them free, Harry dropped them over the side of the bed to join her pants.

Hermione's legs slowly drifted apart as Harry once again settled between them, and dropped down until they were draped over his shoulders. Harry paid no mind to that as his full attention was on her mound; his breath catching as he beheld the beautiful sight before him. Her already puffy lips were even more swollen, glistening with arousal, and calling to his tastebuds almost like the Imperius. Her wet, pink inner folds were sticky from the light coating of her juices, and a slightly large, heavily hooded button sat at the apex of her beautiful sex. Without further ado, Harry dove right in.

Harry really had no idea what he was doing, but according to Seamus and Dean, girls really liked it when you stimulated their button, so decided concentrating on sucking her clitoris was a good place to start. Luckily those dirty mags that got passed around the dorm had up close views of the witches in them, and he'd been able to spot the area based on discription. Seamus had been insistent upon showing everyone a particular vintage one because the girl supposedly looked like a young McGonagall. The fact that he was tossed after a Gryffindor Quidditch Cup celebration certainly didn't help his argument since the woman only looked like their professor if you were wasted and squinted really hard.

Leaning down, Harry wrapped his lips around Hermione's clitoris, and sucked. Her reaction was immediate; Hermione gasping in slight shock, before moaning when he didn't stop. Apparently he was doing something right, because her back arched, and her head was tossed back, and pressing into the bed. When he performed a particularly hard suck on the prominent nub, Hermione bucked into his mouth, and fisted the sheets hard enough to tear them. She also let loose a loud cry, and began squeezing his head with her thighs. That, more than anything, told Harry he was doing good.

Harry backed off a bit, and started flicking her clitoris back and forth rapidly with his tongue, causing her moans to get louder. Experiencing Hermione's reactions: the increasing volume of her moans, the bucking of her hips, the quickening of her breath that were little more than heaving gasps caused a change in Harry. Hearing, seeing, feeling all of this, he decided that he didn't want to just get her ready for penetration, he wanted to make her climax. He wanted to see, feel, hear her reach that ultimate peak. Again taking to sucking her clit, Harry eased a finger into her, marvelling at how the tight, wet cavern clung to his finger as he began sawing it in and out.

Unfortunately it wasn't as satisfying as Hermione would have liked, and was actually distracting her from the wonderful things his mouth was doing. Wanting to help him get back on track, Hermione tapped him on the head to get his attention. Once she had it, she motioned with her own finger to show him how he should do it.

Deciding to take the advice, Harry returned to sucking her clitoris. He also turned his palm face up, hooked his finger, and began rubbing it back and forth. Now properly stimulating her spot, the increased intensity of sensations hit her almost immediately. Hermione's back bent as she bucked harder into his mouth, her hands fisting his hair. Harry relished in the taste of his best friend's juices, and moaned her named in delight; her muscles rapidly clenching and releasing as the rumble of his low voice vibrated through her thighs.

Judging from the way she was moaning, the way her breath was hitching, the way she was bucking into him, and the tightening of her walls around his now flicking finger, Harry guessed- correctly- that Hermione was nearing her end. Going into overdrive, Harry started flicking his tongue to go along with the sucking, causing her to squeal, and slap the bed as her hips leapt up off the mattress. It was only a short order from there before Hermione tensed, then gave a loud cry of delight, as she finally reached her to climax.

Between the sudden flow and pooling of fluid in his palm- as well as the fluttering around his finger that he could feel from her flower- Harry had to admit, he really wanted to feel her do that around his cock, and while they were flush together in passion. He wanted to be able to know that he made her feel that good in all aspects of intercourse. Detaching himself from her clit, Harry's mouth lowered to her opening, and he drank of the fluids trickling from her sex like a glutton. Hermione tasted so good he couldn't help wanting as much as he could get. If he wasn't careful, Hermione's fanny just might surpass treacle tart as his favorite dessert.

When the sudden spasms she'd been suffering had ceased, her body relaxed, and her breathing calmed, Harry ascended Hermione's body and captured her lips again; her hands coming up to cup his face as she returned it full force. In the midst of their tongue wrestling, Hermione managed to roll them so that she was straddled atop Harry. Staring down into his deep, green eyes- especially in the position they were in- Hermione could definitely understand Ginny's constant ramblings about getting lost in Harry's eyes. Deciding that it was time to return the lovely favor she'd just received, and remembering reading that a quick first ejaculation would help Harry last longer when they actually started, Hermione started rolling her hips in a circle as she leaned down and captured Harry's lips in a tender kiss.

Hermione broke the kiss, trailing her lips along Harry's jaw, down to his neck where she tried, and quite likely succeeded in, leaving a few marks. WIth gentle pecks, she trailed further down to the middle of his chest, before branching off to one side. Upon reaching the bud their, she circled the nub with her tongue. She followed by flicking him, back and forth, up and down, before sucking it into her mouth. Pulling back, she again teased him with the tip of her tongue, before again sucking it in. In a display of naughty wantanness that had her blushing, she sucked his nipple deeply, before pulling back with an audible pop.

This time when Hermione leaned back in to tease him a bit more, she began using her finger to toy with his other nipple, before switching and recipricating the teasing treatments. For a few minutes, she went back and forth, licking, sucking, nipping, and gently biting as well. While she wanted to move things forward, she was still a bit nervous about actually doing it. Sure, she'd let Harry go down on her, but once she did this, there was no going back to the PG-13 rated companionship they'd had; although if she wanted to be technical, there were several moments in the last half hour that had seen to that. Soon enough though, she'd finally worked up the courage to move down to the real prize.

Sliding down until his pelvis was almost level with her head, Hermione stared for a moment at the rather sizable bulge Harry was sporting. Fighting back her nerves- and the sudden influx of lust really helped there- Hermione reached out and began rubbing his hard length through his boxer-briefs; he seemed to be pretty big from what she could see and feel. She gasped and blushed when Harry let out a soft his, and his cock jumped beneath her fingers. Not really sure what possessed her to do so, she leaned her head forward, and ran her tongue along the length of his cloth covered erection.

Upon reaching the tip, she switched directions, and slid her tongue back down to the base; or at least the part she could reach from her current angle. Hermione then parted her lips just so, and began planting kisses- which were actually more like light sucks- along the bulge; again following the path her tongue had travelled. Once she reached the tip this time, she changed tactics, and began sucking on the tip of penis through shorts. Lord she felt like such a slag, but she couldn't deny that it was also quite empowering seeing, feeling, hearing Harry react to her ministrations. Finally, she decided it was time to pull his shorts off and find out for sure what she was up against.

Hermione found herself pleasantly surprised at Harry's size. He wasn't very long- only about 6 inches long, 6.5 max, but sweet baby was he girthy. From what she could see, the thickest part of his shaft was only just a bit smaller around than her slimmer than average wrist.

Even before she'd started- virtually as soon as she'd decided she was going to suck Harry's penis- Hermione had decided to concentrate most of her lip and tongue efforts on the head of Harry's penis. All of her research had revealed that it was the most sensitive part, so for a beginner like herself, it was the best plan of action. The bushy bookworm flicked her tongue out, and swiped it across tip of the thick shaft to get a more definitive taste. Best friend or not, she wanted to know what she was signing for before she fully took him in.

After finding that she didn't mind the taste at all- quite liked it actually- Hermione wasted little time taking his head into her mouth. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she took about a third of Harry's length into her mouth. Closing her lips, she sucked deeply as she slid her lips back to the tip, releasing him with a soft pop. Again she took him inside, pulling back with a pop, incorporating a small bob back down before pulling completely back again. Her mouth empty, Hermione took a moment to lick lips, moistening them like the book said to make sliding back and forth both easier, and more pleasurable for Harry. Sufficiently prepared, she took her best friend's head back into her mouth, and slowly began bobbing her head.

To an experienced boy, it was plainly obvious that Hermione wasn't at all experienced in the art of oral pleasure, nor was she particularly skilled as of yet. What she was, though, was determined, focused, a fairly quick study, and above all, enthusiastic. She'd also done a fair bit of reading- though trashy novels weren't really her thing- and applied what she read to her technique.

Remembering some of the tricks the book had mentioned, Hermione's hand came up and began stroking him up and down in time with the slow bobs of her head. Her other hand sliding down between Harry's legs to gently cup and squeeze his balls. Now that she had a better handle on things, as well as a little more confidence in her performance- Harry's very vocal reactions did much to boost her fragile ego- Hermione took a deep breath through her nose, and tried to take more of him into her mouth. Sadly for her, she was humbled when she gagged almost as soon as she tried to go past a third. Realising that her first fellatio probably wasn't the best time to be trying to get fancy, she stuck to the basics. Taking another avenue of stepping things up, Hermione began to pick up a little speed, easily settling into a more moderate pace with hand and mouth; her tongue swirling around Harry's head and shaft as her lips slid back and forth.

Another advantage that Hermione had at her disposal as a beginner, was that she shared a dorm room with two very experienced girls, and she had paid rapt attention to what her dormmates had to say about the act. Remembering what she'd overheard Lavender say boys liked, she pulls back and shifted down to lick Harry's balls; circling his entire scrotum with her tongue. She then proceeded to suck each teste into her mouth, releasing them with a pop that drew groans of delight from her best friend. Back and forth several times she drew the heavy balls into her mouth, cheeks caved for maximum effect; all the while her hand never ceased its movement back and forth along his shaft.

After releasing Harry's left testicle one last time, Hermione could feel her jaw starting to smart, and figured that it was time to bring her fellatio to a close. Slowly dragging her tongue back up Harry's shaft to the head, she took him back in, and wasted no time with teasing. Increasing her speed once more, Hermione began bobbing and stroking as rapidly as she could with the intent of bringing Harry off as quickly as she could.

Between that, and the fact that her lips and tongue caressing his cock felt better than anything his hand had been capable of accomplishing, it wasn't a matter of if she'd make him cum, but how soon, and the answer to that was very. With a groan of satisfaction, Harry came, and unloaded in his best friend's mouth. To his shock, she didn't pause her bobbing in the slightest, milking him for everything she could, before slowly pulling back with clamped lips so as not to spill any. With a slight grimace- one that she didn't do so well in hiding- she swallowed Harry's seed.

Embarrassed beyond belief, Harry couldn't help the apology that came out. "Sorry about not warning you, and sorry that it tasted bad."

"It wasn't something I'd drink like juice, but it wasn't bad, Harry; just a little bitter." She admitted. "In all honesty, it was the volume and consistency that made it so difficult to get down. So, shall we move on to the next part, since you already seem prepared to continue."

Sliding up, Hermione perched in her lover's lap, straddling his still slightly engorged member. With an impish smile, she leaned down and captured his lips; her hips grinding against him in a circle quickly bringing him back to ready in a jiff. Of course, as much as he was looking forward to what was about to happen, a nagging thought in the back of his mind just wouldn't leave him alone. Harry paused Hermione's writhing.

"Bugger, I just realized something." Harry said.

"What's that, Harry?" Hermione asked, trying to move despite Harry's grip preventing her.

"It's your first time, it's going to hurt." Slumping a bit, Harry continued. "Suddenly I don't feel so comfortable doing this, anymore."

"Only at first, Harry." She admitted. "But really, a few seconds of pain compared to all of the pleasure that comes once it goes away is more than worth it...or so I've been told."

Giving him an appreciative smile, Hermione took the lead again. Maneuvering so that the head of Harry's cock was right at her entrance, she stationed her hands on either side of his head to balance herself. As she pushed herself down onto him- tearing her hymen- she let out a muffled shriek through clenched teeth as she tightly grasped the bedding. Harry, of course, does his best to ignore the pleasure to comfort her through the pain.

Once the pain had gone away, Hermione told Harry that she was going to start moving. All it took was a single stroke backwards, and a single one forwards for the breath to be knocked from her lungs. Hermione collapsed atop Harry; the sheer amount of pleasure she felt sapping the strength from her arms, and leaving her shaking like she was having a fit. Never in her wildest imagination would she have thought that it felt this good for boys the first time. It was no wonder they almost always finished very quickly.

Sitting up again after a few moments, and again balancing herself, Hermione again tried to rock her hips. Again, Hermione found herself collapsed atop her best friend, weakened and breathless. After a third attempt- which she'd hoped would be the charm- resulted again in failure, Hermione decided that maybe she should try just laying there while she rocked atop Harry. Mind made up, she wrapped her arms around him, snuggled into his throat, and began grinding Harry back and forth into herself. She rode him slowly, her whole body pressed flush against his, her head buried in the crook of his neck, whimpering and nibbling her lip to keep from crying out loudly from all the incredible sensations.

Harry's arms wrapping around her- one had cupping her right bum cheek, and the other splayed across her back- brought a surprising happiness and warmth to the act, and Hermione knew that she would never forget this moment with him. With a happy grin on her face, she gently nipped the pulse point in his neck.

Between Hermione's breathy moans right by his ear, Harry's near constant sucking and nibbling at her throat, his upward thrusts, and his groping hand pulling her down to meet them- resulting in an exceptionally pleasurable deep probe- they barely lasted another minute. Hermione's climax was signalled by a soft wimper into Harry's neck, while his was heralded by a throaty growl, and several jerky thrusts- each spewing a near two second long stream of semen into her.

"Hermione?" Harry whispered, breathing heavily.

"Mmn?" She replied, basking in the euphoria of her first penis induced orgasm- and a fairly spectaclular one at that.

"That was beyond brilliant." Her answer was to nod in agreement. Either that or she was snuggling into his chest, he couldn't rightly tell at the moment. "And thanks for doing this. I really, really appreciate it."

"No pro'lem, 'arry," She exhaustedly muttered through a yawn, before again getting comfortable.

Sated and exhausted, they both fell asleep in that very position. When they awoke an hour later, they made love again, this time with Harry on top. After that, they spent the rest of the night showing their love for one another- for their best friend- through numerous couplings. While a good number of the couplings could best be described as lustful ruts between two horny teenagers, most of them were slow and sensual, passionate undertakings that left them breathless and in awe of the mutual feelings they shared for each other.

Through an unspoken agreement, they never deviated from the two positions that had one of them on their back, while the other thrust into them from above, able to bask in the beauty of their best friend in the throes of passion. When all was said and done, they ended the night the same way they had started, with Hermione atop Harry. Hands perched on Harry's chest, Hermione rocked back and forth.

"Yes, so good." Hermione moaned switching tempo to give a a few firm grinds that pulled him as deep into her as his size would go. "Harry, I'm getting close again."

The groan by Harry that followed echoed in the room. As she kept up the somewhat forceful rocks of her hips, the volume of her moaning increased. The slow pace she'd chosen allowed for hard, deep penetrating thrusts of her hips that resonated deep in her belly, causing the muscles in her abdomen to flutter. Hermione trailed her nails down his chest, leaving pale lines in the flushed skin of his chest, before they disappeared again. She then stroked her fingertips back up his chest, only rake her nails down again.

Finding himself nearly overwhelmed by the dual stimulation, Harry ran his hands up and down her thighs. They soon trailed up her sides to her torso, where he squeezed and massaged her breasts; pinching her nipples, causing her to jerk atop him. Harry was a little surprised when Hermione pulled his hands away, clasped them in hers- palms facing, and fingers interlocked- and pinned above his head.

"Mmn, I'm so close." Hermione whined, as she threw her head back and groaned; nibbling her lip.

She struggled to keep her breathing even as she quickly lost herself to the overwhelming pleasures Harry filling her invoked.

When the gentle rocking didn't seem to be providing the release she was craving, she stopped grinding, and started bouncing in Harry's lap; the echoing sound of damp, slapping skin resulting from the switch.

"Oh sweet Jeebus. I'm about to cum, Harry." She cried out loudly. "I'm about to cuuuuum." Hermione was nearly lost to the sensations, it felt so good she couldn't even think straight.

Harry grit his teeth in frustration, trying desperately stave off the climax that was trying to force its way out. He'd already closed his eyes, hoping that would help. Seeing Hermione writhing above him, her face a mask of rapture, with her amazing breasts moving in time with her rolling hips against him- swaying back and forth, left to right, as she rocked her hips, or bouncing up and down as she rode him more vigorously- he knew he'd have lost it long before now. As it was, hearing her mewling in delight interspersed with her moaning his name, it was becoming more than he could take. Luckily, he felt Hermione's tight, wet sheath clamp down on him, a sign he'd come to realise meant she was about to orgasm.

Hermione gave a whine when she felt Harry swell inside of her, a sign that the books and her very recent experience told her meant that Harry was about to give her another cream filling. Tightening the hold she had on his hands clasped in her's, Hermione picked up her pace, and decided to go for broke, now bouncing double time. With matching yells of their lover's name, the two climaxed one final time, Hermione making note of Harry's seed splashing against her walls before she was completely lost to the sensations.

She slipped back into her grinding motion to prolong the delicious sensations of her orgasm, and kept grinding as she came down. The feeling of Harry's softening member still sliding back and for inside of her sending tingles and chills of delight from her groin to her brain, and back again until the totally flaccid organ finally slipped free of her hot, wet- and completely full of Harry's spunk- embrace. Hermione blushed at the groan of disappointment that escaped her lips at the feeling of emptiness, but Harry's arms tightening around her certainly made up for it.

With a smile on her face, hermione pondered what it might be like to have a night like this culminating in the conception of her first child. That smile widened when she allowed herself to picture being in this exact position, with the exact same lover she was currently resting atop of. Hermione Granger didn't know what the future held, nor if this spectacular night was only just her popping Harry's cherry before he was whisked away by a randy Veela, but she knew that she would remember it always. And if she got lucky enough that her best friend ended up being the father of her children, then so much the better.

To Hermione, though, the best part of this whole thing was that this was exactly the way she'd always hoped her first time would be. Absolutely satisfied, and with someone she loved deeply.

Completely spent, Hermione collapsed onto Harry, feeling entirely too good to even bother trying to slide off of him. Within moments of coming down from her latest high, Hermione snuggled into her best friend, wrapping her arms around him, and enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

Faring no better, Harry didn't even bother trying to move Hermione to the side, and just let her fall asleep where she was. Not knowing what possessed him to do so, Harry pressed his lips to his dozing friend's one last time, before allowing morpheus to claim him as well.
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