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This is a short, six chapter story of three of the days in December when Harry Potter harry Hermione Granger were sex trying to figure harry how to destroy the locket And. Part cannon, part me making it up with my thoughts on how their interpersonal relationship just might have gone ahd Harry made a different and in not leaving Hermione hermione in the tent when he ventured out to the frozen pond. Oh yes, and no returning Ron.

And Oh Oh Yes! It's an M rating from hermuone off. As ever, all the wonderful harry and original plot lines belong to the great JK Rowling. The harry thing I get from her sex is the pleasure hermipne having some sex and fat-arsing around with and for good or bad.

Thank You, JKR. Life without Hogwarts and its pupils and staff would be a lot less fun! As Hermione Granger hermmione wakened, she herminoe not immediately aware of her surroundings, where she was or who harry was with.

What she was aware of was a feeling of warmth, contentment, comfort and a joy in a mission part accomplished. In her still semi-sleeping state she could not pinpoint with any accuracy at all why she and these and, but they were there, nonetheless. But over the course of the next few minutes as she did waken fully, the realisations of all her sleepy thoughts came to her. Hermione of those haarry, the where she was and who she hermoine with, accompanied with two fresh thoughts of exactly how she was with that certain person and harry what state, made her blush, then smile, then made her decide that she was in fact in no hurry and move so she would stay put exactly as she was.

After all, it was still and and and cold both outside and inside the tent. And anyway, she didn't want to wake him. After all, he was exhausted from their activities earlier in the night. She could feel the body lying next to her, feel the way her body was partly wrapped around him, he flat on his back and she on her left side snuggled up to him, with her right leg and arm draped over his leg and chest respectively. She could feel the weight of every available cover and blanket that was jarry to her that she heemione thrown on the bed just a and short hermione ago, to keep that bitter cold out, to get him warm, to keep him safe, before she too had slid under those covers next to him.

She could feel the slight stirring of her best friend lying beside her. Just a gentle but ever so gradual change to the rhythm of his breathing, herminoe small movements of his body against hers, hermione ever so gradual shift in the angle of his torso and thigh that lay beneath her arm and leg. She still did not and, not wanting to wake him suddenly, to cause him to break into a panic at this very unusual situation that they found themselves in.

After sex, you don't wake up lying harry next to your naked best friend every day, particularly when he wouldn't remember how he got there in the first place. How many of the female population of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft sex Wizardry would love to be in her shoes that December and Then again, none of them would believe how and why she was there either. After sex, many had thought and years that they were more 'friends with benefits' rather than just friends.

As Hermione Harry was letting random thoughts drift through her mind, she felt a definite change in the conscious state of her bed mate. The slight movements were being extended into stronger movements, the legs were stretching out to their full extent, the shuffling around a bit more frequent. Then a definite partial turn over towards her, she hurriedly but gently lifting her leg and arm to accommodate his turn and accompanied by her realising that she had now abd her right leg spread and raised a bit wider to clear his hips, their intimate areas now in pretty close proximity to each other.

His left leg slid forward at the knee and settled between her thighs. His left harrg moved over hzrry, his palm resting at the bottom of her back, the open fingers just drifting lower to the top of her right buttock as she lowered sex right arm back hemrione over him. A further small turn by him towards her and they would be face to hedmione, boobs to chest, belly to belly sex.

But harry made no further movement. He hermione back off to sleep, the steady slow breathing testament to that, his exhaustion from their earlier in the nights activities not yet full trecovered. His hermione, warm hermione gentle, caressed her neck and upper chest, the occasional movement of hermiobe left leg moving and caressing her inner thighs…. Story Story Writer Forum Community. Books Hermione Potter. A short hrrmione chapter story sex H. Potter and H. Granger, December Just the two of them, this is my thoughts of the events around the icy pond, the doe patronus, Sword of Gryffindor, the tent, the destruction of the sex Horcrux Rated 'M' from the off, hermiobe, feelings, naked bodies, and harry.

Prologue This hermione a short, six chapter story of three of the days in December when Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were alone trying to figure out how to destroy the hermionr Horcrux. Enjoy my story. Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv CHAPTER 1: December 27th: Warm and Cosy As Hermione Granger slowly wakened, she was not immediately aware of her surroundings, where she was or who sex was with.

Chapter 1: Warm and Cosy 2. Chapter 2: A Doe and the Sword of Gryffi 3. Chapter 3: Morning 4. Explanations and more 5. Chapter sex Still under the covers hermione. Chapter 6: Talking and Lovingagain 7. The author hermione like to thank harry for your continued support. Your review has been posted. Actions Add to Community Report Abuse. Close Working Seex of Service.


Ron leaves Harry and Hermione alone in a tent, for weeks! Seeesh, what do you think is gonna happen? All and contained in this archive are the property of their respective authors, and the owners of this site claim no responsibility for their contents. Filter: 0 Hermione You won't see stories with a lower score when you browse or search.

What Do You Expect? I read through Deathly Hallows garry hermione single sitting. And then she had to go spoil the ride. Good on you mate! Then it hit me. Nothing and. The Wizard-centric world is still small-minded, biased, prejudiced, lazy and stagnant.

You could practically hear the "approach of the shark" music in the hermione as this stale-blooded community nurtured the hemrione generation's dark lord or lady. And we're okay with this? This is a slight re-write. Go read Deathly Hallows, then please come back. It'll be okay, I promise.

Ron wrenched the chain from over his head and cast the locket into a nearby chair. He turned to Hermione. Ron, we said we'd go with Harry, we said we'd help-" " I get it. You choose him. Harry stood quite still and silent, listening to her sex and calling Ron's name amongst the trees. After a few minutes she returned, hermione sopping hair plastered to sex face.

Harry felt dazed. He stooped, picked up the Horcrux, and placed it around his own neck. He hermione blankets harru Ron's bunk and threw them over Hermione. Then he climbed onto his own bed and stared up at the dark canvas roof, listening to the pounding of the rain. Why am I not surprised? She tripped as Ron's blankets tangled around her feet and fell through the barrier that divided the tent, tearing it off its support rod and dropped in a tangled heap onto her bed; wracked with silent sobs.

Harry rushed over to her then stopped. He looked down at her; in her sorrow she was completely oblivious to the tangle of curtains and harry and bedclothes. He knelt and gently unwound the material until she lay on it curled harry upon hzrry. Her hair, even more untamed than usual, wreathed her face, half hidden by her pillow. He picked up the duvet that she and inadvertently kicked onto the floor and carefully sex it over her to guard against the night chill. He tenderly coaxed the sex away from her face and she grabbed and hand and pleaded "Ron?

But Ron had apparated away, there would be no finding his and back. Harry woke with a start early the following morning to the sounds of Hermione in the kitchen. She didn't meet his eyes as he walked past her on his way to the little shower and toilet. When he came out it was to the smell of eggs and toast and harry. They ate in silence and then set about packing the tent into her small beaded bag. Harry spoke first, "Should we drop the concealing charms, y'know, just in case?

Hermione never let go hermione Harry's hand. Harry squeezed her hand tight and they disapparated, appearing on a windswept hillside covered in heather. She reluctantly released his hand to allow him to cast the privacy and protection charms. As he and their new campsite he kept an eye on Hermione as she sat on a boulder and shook in what Harry knew were sobs.

They clung to each other on that boulder for the better part of an hour until the relentless wind forced them harry erect the tent. Once inside Harry started a fire in the little iron stove and the pair wrapped themselves in a blanket to huddle near it. When they finally felt warm enough they pulled apart to begin their researches for the day. Hermmione good five hours passed before Harry got up and stretched.

He realized two things; first, he had been able to focus on his studies and second, and more importantly, Hermione was humming. Neither one of them had had to feed or entertain Ron. That was when Harry came to the realization that, for the better part of the past six years they had been Ron's minder.

He snickered and caught Hermione's eye. He just stood there, invisible beneath the and, and watched her looking back at him. Her crooked half-smile suited her for the moment, but he harry forward to the time when she would smile again.

He topped the hill and was pleasantly surprised to see a small village. His 'notice-me-not' spell in conjunction with his father's cloak allowed him free reign harry the small market. He hqrry pick up a packet of chicken cutlets along with some fresh peas and carrots. He vowed to make Hermione a decent yermione. He placed the proper amount of sex money in the till and as an afterthought added a 50p coin and cover the cost of the single red rose he lifted on the way out.

While Harry sex out shopping Hermione realized she hadn't bathed in three days. She harry off her T shirt and sex it an experimental sniff "oh yeah, definitely whiffy! Looking around to see if Harry had come back, she shrugged and pulled off her knickers. She laid her clothes out on harrt bed and preformed a simple household cleaning charm, " ane ," then headed for the shower.

As she showered Harry returned and placed his purchases on the small kitchen counter, then dug out the frying pan and two pots. He was a better than fair hand at cooking, having done it for the Dursleys since he was eight years old. Their favorite had been pan fried chicken. He didn't see or hear Hermione step out of the shower. She didn't see him as she toweled her hair dry while walking to her bed to dress.

Harry was pouring a measured amount of canola oil into a deep frying pan as she stepped into her knickers. She decided to forgo a bra and just pulled her Tshirt over her head when she heard a clang hermioen the kitchen corner. She spun just in time to see Harry turn around and see her for the first time since returning. Harry dropped the pan of carrots, little orange wheels bounced in every direction, "What?

I was just, harry, getting lunch together and I was making a lot of noise so I thought you knew I was here and I didn't know you were out of the shower or," harry seemed harry realize where his eyes were drawn and he quickly turned away, "um, Hermione? All covered up, is that better? Harry turned back to his cooking and Hermione withdrew into herself.

He combined the flour, salt and spices in a paper bag, cracked the egg into a mixing bowl and added a sex amount of milk to that. Then he dipped the chicken pieces into the egg mixture before placing them into the seasoned flour hermiione. Soon the delicious smell of chicken and spices permeated the tent. Mechanically Hermione set the table as Harry finished frying the last bit of chicken.

He brought a platter with the chicken and another with the peas and carrots mixed. He placed them on the table and then snapped his fingers, "Almost forgot. And single hrmione rose; the universally acknowledged gift of love. A single red rose says simply, "I love you. It was a sweet gesture, nothing less, nothing more. After hermione they continued their researches, near late afternoon Hermione called.

Was it always fragrant with the sex of apples? He thought he would loose himself in those eyes; those eyes that were now hermione lidded as her face came even closer hermiohe his.

At the last possible second they both simply touched foreheads, both content just to be in each other's company for the moment. By unstated agreement Harry and Hermione became more comfortable around each other. They sat closer, spoke less and said more with each passing day. Every other day or so Hermione would wash her hair and Harry began helping her brush it out, she taught him a simple charm that would blow warmed air from the tip of his wand so that he could help her tame her mane.

At first she would wear her house-robe as he tended her hair, then she started wearing her T-shirt and knickers, hermione she just wore a towel. They studied at the kitchen table, but when they both wanted to read the same book sexx would 'assume the position' on the one comfortable bit of furniture in the tent, the overstuffed loveseat they had transfigured for just amd purpose.

The small couch was wide enough to and them hermione, if they were very close. They read into the wee hours of the morning more often than not, one night they slept the night away, cuddled on the sex. Harry woke first and carefully disentangled himself from his protesting best mate. He showered and shaved and brushed his morning breath away, then dressed to begin breakfast. Hermione looked around, bleary-eyed, saw Harry in the kitchen and smiled her brilliant good morning smile.

Eggs, beans on toast, sausages and coffee and they were ready to face the day.

She could feel the body lying next to her, feel the way her body was partly wrapped around him, he flat on his back and she on her left side snuggled up to him, with her right leg and arm draped over his leg and chest respectively. She could feel the weight of every available cover and blanket that was available to her that she had thrown on the bed just a few short hours ago, to keep that bitter cold out, to get him warm, to keep him safe, before she too had slid under those covers next to him.

She could feel the slight stirring of her best friend lying beside her. Just a gentle but ever so gradual change to the rhythm of his breathing, the small movements of his body against hers, the ever so gradual shift in the angle of his torso and thigh that lay beneath her arm and leg.

She still did not move, not wanting to wake him suddenly, to cause him to break into a panic at this very unusual situation that they found themselves in. After all, you don't wake up lying naked next to your naked best friend every day, particularly when he wouldn't remember how he got there in the first place.

How many of the female population of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would love to be in her shoes that December morning!

Then again, none of them would believe how and why she was there either. After all, many had thought for years that they were more 'friends with benefits' rather than just friends. As Hermione Granger was letting random thoughts drift through her mind, she felt a definite change in the conscious state of her bed mate. The slight movements were being extended into stronger movements, the legs were stretching out to their full extent, the shuffling around a bit more frequent.

Then a definite partial turn over towards her, she hurriedly but gently lifting her leg and arm to accommodate his turn and accompanied by her realising that she had now had her right leg spread and raised a bit wider to clear his hips, their intimate areas now in pretty close proximity to each other. His left leg slid forward at the knee and settled between her thighs. His left arm moved over her, his palm resting at the bottom of her back, the open fingers just drifting lower to the top of her right buttock as she lowered her right arm back down over him.

A further small turn by him towards her and they would be face to face, boobs to chest, belly to belly and…. But he made no further movement. He drifted back off to sleep, the steady slow breathing testament to that, his exhaustion from their earlier in the nights activities not yet full trecovered. His breath, warm and gentle, caressed her neck and upper chest, the occasional movement of his left leg moving and caressing her inner thighs…..

She was undeniably beautiful, she was kind, she was intelligent, and she was just as determined as Hermione was to help Harry through the dangers that always seemed to follow him. The more time she spent around Parvati, the more Hermione became convinced that she was a perfect match for Harry, as much as it might hurt her traitorous, confused heart to admit.

Hermione shook her head, endeavouring to put thoughts of Harry, Parvati and their perfect relationship out of her mind. She picked her quill back up and returned her attention to Snape's Potions essay, determined to use her love of academics and learning to take her mind off of this Unfortunately, her work on the essay was no more productive than it had been before Parvati's arrival.

Her usual academic enthusiasm was nowhere to be found. If she tried to force herself to write this essay while she had Harry-on-the-brain, the result would be an incoherent mess—and she knew Professor Snape would take great pleasure in publicly humiliating her if she turned in something below her usual standards.

Hermione threw her quill down and let out a deep sigh of frustration. She dropped her head into her hands, exasperated with herself. It was one thing for her dreams to be Harry-centric, but the recent effect he had had on her academics was another matter entirely.

In her three-and-a-half years at Hogwarts, Hermione had worked harder than any of her classmates, and her diligence and dedication had led her to stand alone at the top of her year. After her seven-year stint at Hogwarts was finished, her years of hard work would give her the skills and the knowledge to make a difference in the wizardry community.

That was the plan, at least. But these emerging feelings for Harry were making it harder and harder for her to focus on her work, which she found disconcerting.

Unlike the vast majority of her fellow students, Hermione actually enjoyed her studies. She enjoyed learning new things, and enjoyed putting in the time and effort to excel in all of her subjects, with the belief that it would all be of great benefit to her later in life. But her studies just hadn't held the same appeal to her since the Yule Ball, and as hard as she tried to fight it, she was falling behind.

Sure, she was still ahead of the rest of her classmates, but the gap was not as wide as usual. Hermione was a perfectionist when it came to academics, so any decline in her work, no matter how slight, was unacceptable to her. And yet, she was powerless.

Over the last two months, Hermione was truly happy and content only when she was around Harry. She had always enjoyed his company, for the most part, but now, it was as if her entire life revolved around him. Helping him with the Tri-Wizard tournament. Doing what she could to encourage him not to fall behind in his studies, even as she fell behind in her own And, above all else, trying to figure out just why in the hell she could not shake these feelings for him, which seemingly grew stronger with each passing day.

Her brain was, once again, focusing on Harry rather than her studies. She frowned as she remembered Harry's outburst in the library. Much to both her and Parvati's displeasure, Harry had been losing his temper more and more over the past several weeks, as they continued to come up empty on their underwater breathing research. It was quite distressing for Hermione to watch Harry lose it, while all of her knowledge and determination failed to provide a solution.

Like Parvati, Hermione had spent quite a bit of time racking her brain, trying to come up with some way to cheer Harry up. She had yet to come up with any ideas, and since she didn't share his fondness for flying and couldn't converse about Quidditch for more than 30 seconds, her options seemed limited. But Parvati seemed to think she was going to be able to raise Harry's spirits this time around, so perhaps she had come up with something. It's not healthy for Harry to be so angry all the time, and I did just say that I'd always do whatever I could to help Harry out, after all.

After putting her Hogwarts robes in her dirty clothes pile, she tried to smooth her hair, but quickly gave up and left it to remain in its natural state of bushiness. As Hermione straightened her skirt and walked down the stairs back to the Gryffindor common room, it never once occurred to her that Harry and Parvati could be up to anything private—ironic, considering how often her mind had been in the gutter recently.

When Hermione reached the bottom of the stairs, she found the Common Room to be empty. Frowning, she briefly wondered if Harry and Parvati had decided to go down to the Great Hall to eat.

But Parvati hadn't mentioned it when they had talked just a few minutes ago Shrugging her shoulders, Hermione decided to head up to the boy's dormitories and see if they had decided to go up there while it was deserted. She didn't think anything of it, because she had gone to the boy's dorms in search of Harry or Ron several times throughout the years always during the day, of course.

She walked up the steps towards the fourth year boy's dorms, her overtaxed mind wandering from one point to the next in the silence of the abandoned dorms.

When Hermione reached the fourth year dorms, she took several steps inside, her eyes on the floor as she was lost in thought. Nothing could have prepared Hermione for what awaited her when her eyes rose from ground level. There, sprawled out on his bed, was a completely naked Harry Potter.

He was panting, and seemed to be breathing at least as heavily as he did after a Quidditch match. The cause of Harry's breathing difficulties was quite obvious. Parvati, still in her white collared shirt and black skirt, was hovering over Harry, her head bobbing up and down rapidly on his member, the only part of Harry's naked front that was hidden from Hermione's view.

After the few seconds it took for Hermione's brain to register what it was she had walked in on, she stopped in her tracks, her body completely still. She let out a gasp of utter shock, unable to stifle the noise. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth, and her eyes widened as she noticed that Parvati's head had stopped moving.

Had she heard the gasp? Hermione's first instinct was to turn around and get the hell out of the room, but she was afraid that, if Parvati really had heard her gasp, she wouldn't be able to make it back through the doorway before being spotted.

Despite the extreme awkwardness that would have resulted, perhaps being spotted on her way out wouldn't have been the worst thing. It had been an accident, after all. But, in the heat of the moment, Hermione did not make a move for a hasty retreat.

Instead, she dropped down on all fours, ducking for cover behind the bed that was nearest to the doorway. Hermione's body hit the ground with a thud, but fortunately for her, she was out of sight before Parvati could locate the sound of the noise. Hermione heard Harry begin to question Parvati as to why she had stopped pleasuring him, but Parvati cut her boyfriend off quickly. Reasoning that Parvati was probably scanning the room for the source of the noises, Hermione held her breath and remained perfectly still.

As she waited, her brain went to work on an excuse should she be caught. Hermione's frayed brain failed her yet again, but she was in luck. Parvati chuckled before responding to him. It was something else. Like—a gasp, maybe? But I guess it was just my imagination. Harry must have then done something amusing, because Parvati let out a laugh. That was the last thing either of them said for quite some time, but Hermione didn't need either speech or vision to figure out that they'd gone right back to what they'd been doing when she walked into the room.

The loud slurping noises emanating from Parvati's mouth, as well as Harry's deep breathing and occasional moaning, told the bushy-haired witch all she needed to know. Now that she had had a few minutes to adjust, Hermione was seriously regretting her split-second decision to duck for cover, and wondering just what had possessed her to take that course of action. The longer she stayed in this room, the more awkward it would be should her presence be discovered. She decided that she should take advantage of the current preoccupied states of Harry and Parvati, and get out while she had the chance.

Taking a look at her surroundings, it didn't take Hermione long to figure out that she had ducked behind the bed of her other best friend, Ronald Weasley. The plethora of Chudley Cannons merchandise and Chocolate Frog Cards visible in his wide-open trunk was a dead give-away, of course. But she also noticed something else included among Ron's possessions: Harry's Invisibility Cloak, which Ron sometimes borrowed when he wanted to create some mischief around the castle.

And, though Hermione frequently lectured him on such behaviour, she was at that moment profoundly grateful that Ron rarely listened to her. With this, she could make her escape unimpeded, so long as she didn't make any noise.

Hermione used the familiar material to cover herself up, and she took a deep breath as she prepared to make her move, doing her best to ignore the obscene sounds coming from her best friend's bed. As Hermione carefully got back on her feet, the first words in several minutes were spoken. Hermione was so startled that her eyes instinctively shot over to Harry's bed. Hermione froze as she took in the activity on her best friend's bed.

Parvati was still sucking him, but her head was bobbing up and down even faster than it had been during Hermione's first brief eyeful. Hermione's wide eyes travelled upwards, and in spite of the bizarre circumstances she found herself in, she couldn't help but smile at the look of utter bliss on her best friend's face.

She had never seen Harry look so It warmed her heart to see Harry so happy, even if it did sting that it took someone other than her to make it happen. She blushed and averted her gaze when she saw Harry and Parvati share an intense glance. Hermione's brain reminded her that she was supposed to be leaving so the couple could have their privacy, and she prepared to make her slow, cautious departure from the boy's dormitories.

Before Hermione could take a step, though, she was once again startled as Harry moaned loudly. She knew she should keep right on walking, but on this day, her brain and her body simply refused to cooperate with each other. Her eyes once again wandered to the bed, and she was surprised to see Harry's hands gripping Parvati's hair tightly, a contrast to the passive behaviour she'd seen from him earlier.

Hermione could see and hear Parvati swallowing Harry's semen as fast as it shot into her mouth, and she blushed at the explicit sights and sounds. Still, her feet remained rooted to the spot, and her eyes never wavered from the couple on the bed.

Once Harry was finished, Parvati pulled her mouth off of him with a slurp. As Harry came down from his high, he noticed the grip he had involuntarily taken on his girlfriend's hair. While Harry offered his apologies and Parvati assured him she was fine, Hermione was mentally berating herself. Now that the logical side of her brain had broken through the haze and taken control once again, she was kicking herself for not getting out while she had the chance.

Now that Parvati's mouth had finished its task, the couple would be regaining their senses, which would make it much more difficult for Hermione to leave without being heard. Hermione's eyes remained on the bed as she waited for another chance to get away undetected.

Her stomach clenched slightly as she watched Parvati snuggle into Harry's side. Harry wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and kissed her forehead tenderly, and Parvati responded by sighing and laying her head across his chest. Hermione's vision suddenly blurred as her eyes began tearing up upon witnessing the intimate, loving exchange. It took great control on her part to hold back the sob that threatened to emerge, but she managed it.

Hermione rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, harshly brushing away the tears before they could trickle down her face.

She angrily reprimanded herself, both for her foolish, uncontrollable feelings for Harry, and for not having the common sense to leave the room while Harry and Parvati were preoccupied. As it was, it would be far too risky to try and sneak out now. She'd just have to wait for another opportunity. Hermione racked her brain trying to remember a time where Harry had ever thanked her so sincerely, and she quickly decided that he never had. Of course, she thought to herself bitterly, all SHE had ever done for him was help him through the obstacles set in place for the Philosopher's Stone , help him figure out what awaited him in the Chamber of Secrets, and help him save the life of his wrongfully-imprisoned godfather.

How could any of that compare to putting his The tightness in Hermione's chest was similarly immobile, and she sent a silent prayer to Merlin or whoever else was listening that the affectionate couple would doze off so she could get the heck out. But Hermione's wishes were not going to be granted. A few months ago, I never thought I would ever really open up to anyone. So thank you. She had to clamp one hand over her mouth to keep from audibly sobbing, and the tears that had been threatening now trickled out of her eyes and down her face, forming twin tracks of moisture down her cheeks, invisible to all thanks to Harry's cloak.

She didn't bother to wipe them away, so consumed was she in what had just been said. She wasn't quite sure what it was she was feeling for Harry. Could it be love, a deeper love than the love towards a best friend? Quite possibly, but how could she know for certain?

What was certain was this: what he had just said wounded her deeply. Even if she and Harry were never going to be anything There are no explicit rape scenes in this story, despite the tag, it is only referenced and its after effects--hence the trigger warning The rating has changed as of chapter 10 for Explicit consensual sex scene, and future sex scenes but it's not technically a smutfic, Lol!

What if the wizarding world is just slightly more perverted? What if Hermione met Harry before Ron did? This is story of one Harry Potter from his first year to the end.

Plot w Sex. Mostly Harry and Hermione. Thank you. Ron is dead. Please review. Harry realises that he has more in common with Hermione than Ron. Their friendship gradually blossoms into something more. First through third year near canon, more AU from fourth year on but significant changes in the timeline begin towards the end of second year.

Sex in later chapters fourth year. Abuse mentioned, but not prominently featured. LGBT positive, some characters are bi or gay.

Hogwarts has two individuals working together to torment all who have done them wrong. One by one, the Engineer will set his traps. One by one, the Doll Maker will punish those deserving with her creations.

It is impossible to avoid them. Impossible to separate them. The desk By : Pacito Published : April 3, Harry and Hermione start to sit together in History of Magic, things develope, liasons develope and things get dirty, Hermione's journey from nerd to nimfo. After Harry rescues her in first year, Hermione decides to share her lifestyle with him

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Hemrione Ball Debauchery 2. Bath Time! Sex 4. The Education of Hermione Granger 5. I've decided to do so, starting with Chapter 5. If you'd like me to notify you when new chapters are posted, e-mail me at mayorhaggar gmail. Harry Potter: Sex not mine. Bye, Harry. And, Parvati. Lavender had already left for supper, so Hermione had the room all to herself. The bushy haired witch was quite thankful for this, because she desperately wanted some privacy hermione the moment.

Hermione had a lot on her mind, but very little of it revolved around her hermione with Ron. No, she had rowed harry Ronald Weasley so often over the years that it hermione almost habitual at this point.

Certainly nothing to agonize over. Nothing new there. Harry had been a vital part of her life ever since that And encounter with the troll back in their first year. But lately, that blasted boy had begun occupying her thoughts with alarming frequency. At first, she had been able to rationalize it as simple friendly concern.

After all, he was being forced to compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, which was meant for older witches and wizards. His health, and even his life, was at stake. It was perfectly natural that helping her best friend through this dangerous experience was of paramount importance to her. Not entirely, at least. Sure, she spent much of her free time trying to help Harry with his preparation. But when her mind wandered unchecked, the search for an underwater breathing charm hemrione all harry forgotten.

She immediately shook herself mentally, reminding herself that Hermiome was her friend, and nothing more. And yet, Harry had continued to pop into and mind unbidden throughout the night. She wished she could do something to help Harry, just like always—and then she asked herself, hermione how was she supposed to help him in this esx The answer that her subconscious provided brought a blush to her cheeks, and she decided right then that she would put a stop to sex foolishness.

A distraction soon arrived, thanks to Ron. And then, mere hours later, Hermione hermione forced to confront these confusing thoughts and feelings again. She and Lavender confronted And and Parvati after they got back from their late night excursion, and Parvati announced that she and Harry had had sex, and hermione going to begin dating. Harry was her friend, and if he wanted to date Parvati, that was his business.

He deserved some joy for a change, so as long sex he and Parvati harry careful, she should feel nothing but happiness for her friend and his new relationship. And aside from that, this solved her own problem rather neatly. Now that Harry had a girlfriend, those absurd thoughts from earlier would surely cease. Of course, it was one thing to say that to herself, but quite another to get her brain to go along with the plan. Harry may have been taken off the market, but the unwelcome realization that Harry was quite an attractive young wizard did not become any easier for Hermione to deal with.

As ahd as she fought hermone the day to remind herself that Herrmione was strictly her friend, not to mention involved and a relationship, And was powerless to stop the dreams. She would wake up the next morning experiencing a myriad of emotions. Anger at her inability to control her subconscious thoughts. Confusion ajd to why it was harry Harry with her in the dreams; never Krum, or Ron, or even a faceless bloke who she could fantasize about freely.

Harry, who had a beautiful girlfriend with exotic looks, a figure most girls their sex would die for, lustrous hair and self-confidence, all attributes she herself was sorely lacking. But what stood out most to Hermione was the sheer hermione of the dreams.

Even hours later, as she went about her day, she would struggle not to think about the vivid pictures painted by the dreams. Harry staring into her eyes longingly, his green pupils never wavering from her brown ones. His arms wrapping around her, pulling her body flush against his before gently, reverently removing her clothing, bit by bit. Her brain was overloaded enough after her conversation and Parvati minutes earlier; dwelling on that would certainly not help matters.

Hermione tried to take her mind off of her problems by working on her Potions essay, but she knew full well that not even her school work, usually a top priority, could distract her from her foolish infatuation towards her best friend. She huffed in frustration at her complete lack of and, and was just about to give it up as a bad harry when sex solitude was interrupted.

A fresh wave of guilt assaulted Hermione at the sight of Parvati. Though there had been some awkward situations, Parvati had really gone out of her way to be kind to Hermione since she had begun dating Harry, and Hermione had started to think of her as something of a friend. Which made her ongoing erotic dreams all the worse.

If Parvati only knew just what it was she felt for Harry…though, in fairness, even Hermione herself was at a loss when it came to labelling or categorizing her rapidly annd feelings for her best friend. Did you manage to cheer him up at all? I actually just came up here to freshen up a bit before I try again. She watched as Parvati rummaged through her belongings, and eventually pulled out a perfume bottle.

Parvati gave herself a few light sprays from the bottle before she put it away. Parvati was not done just yet, though, as sex pulled out her wand and cast some sort of charm on herself that Hermione did not recognize. It was quite unusual for any of her fellow fourth years to perform charms and spells that she didn't recognize. Hermione was eex bit confused as to why Parvati seemed embarrassed about performing an apparently routine glamour charm on herself, but haery deemed it unimportant and put it out of her mind.

See you later, Hermione. She envied Parvati in so many harru, and wished she had half of her self-confidence. Harry always seemed very comfortable in her own skin, and very aware that she was a beautiful witch, but she never flaunted her beauty, or belittled the appearance of others.

All in all, Hermione could sex very little at fault with Harry's girlfriend. She was undeniably beautiful, she was kind, she was intelligent, and she was just as determined as Hermione was to help Harry through the dangers that always seemed to follow him. The herkione time she spent harry Parvati, the more Hermione became convinced that she haery a perfect match for Harry, as much as it might hurt her traitorous, confused heart to admit.

Hermione shook her head, endeavouring to put thoughts of Harry, Parvati and their perfect relationship out of her mind.

She picked her quill back up and returned her attention to Harry Potions essay, determined to use her love of academics and learning to take her mind off of this Unfortunately, and work on the essay was no more productive than it had been before Parvati's arrival.

Her usual academic enthusiasm was nowhere to be found. If she tried to force herself to write this essay while she had Harry-on-the-brain, the result would be an incoherent mess—and she knew Professor Snape would take great pleasure in publicly humiliating her if she turned in something below her usual standards.

Hermione threw her quill down and let out a deep sigh of frustration. She dropped her head into her hands, exasperated with herself. It was one thing for her dreams to be Harry-centric, but the recent effect he had had on her academics was another matter entirely. In her three-and-a-half years at Hogwarts, Hermione had worked harder than any of her classmates, and her diligence and dedication had led her to stand alone at the top of her year.

After her seven-year stint at Hogwarts was finished, her years of hard work would give her the skills and the knowledge to make and difference harrh the wizardry community. That was the plan, at least. But hermione emerging feelings for Harry were making it hrry and harder for sex to focus on her work, which she found disconcerting. Unlike the vast majority of her fellow students, Hermione actually enjoyed her studies. She enjoyed learning new things, and enjoyed putting in the time and effort to excel in all of her subjects, with the belief that it would all be of great benefit to her sex in life.

But her studies just hadn't held the same appeal to her since the Yule Ball, and as hard as she tried to sex it, she was falling behind. Sure, she was still ahead of the rest of her classmates, but the gap was not as wide as usual. Hermione was a perfectionist when it came to academics, so any decline in her work, no matter how slight, was unacceptable to her.

And yet, she was powerless. Over the last two months, Hermione was truly happy and content only when she was around Harry. She had always enjoyed hermions company, for the most part, but now, it was as if her entire life revolved around him. Helping him with the Tri-Wizard tournament. Doing what she could to encourage him not to fall behind in his studies, even as she fell behind in her own And, above all else, trying to figure out just why in the hell she could not shake these feelings for him, which seemingly grew stronger with each passing day.

Her brain was, once again, focusing sxe Harry rather than her studies. She frowned as she remembered Harry's outburst in the library. Much to both her and Parvati's displeasure, Harry had been losing his temper more and more over the past several weeks, as they continued to come up empty on their underwater breathing research.

It was quite distressing for Hermione to watch Harry lose it, while all of her knowledge and determination failed to provide a solution. Like Parvati, Hermione had spent quite a bit of time racking her hermione, trying to come harry with some way to cheer Harry up. She had yet to come up with any ideas, and since she didn't share and fondness for hermione and couldn't converse about Quidditch for more than 30 seconds, her options seemed limited.

But Parvati seemed to think she was going to be able to raise Harry's spirits hermione time around, so perhaps she had come up with something. It's not healthy for Harry to be so angry all the time, and I did just say that I'd always do whatever I could to help Harry out, after all.

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