by Harry Potter
Several agonizing long minutes later (well, agonizing for Harry because he felt like he was about to explode but Hermione enjoyed those minutes completely) Hermione reached ecstasy.
“I can’t believe you made it,” commented Hermione breathily.
“I won,” Harry said and stood. He reached into his pocket and retrieved the shrunken bag of goodies he had bought at Franklin’s. “I was going to give you these when we got back to the castle, but I figure why not now?”
He waved his wand over the bag, canceling the Shrinking Charm. From her seat on the bed, Hermione tried to peer into the bag. “What is it?” she asked.
Harry didn’t respond. However, he stuck his hand into the bag, fished around a bit, and pulled out a crimson-red ball-gag. He dangled it in midair, showing it off to Hermione. The witch’s eyes grew wide with excitement. “Toys!” she squealed.
Harry placed the still full bag on the ground and walked to his lover with the gag in his hands. As he started to bring the toy to Hermione face, she said “You know I won’t be able to suck you off with that in my mouth.”
“Oh, woe is me. I guess I’ll just have to suffer,” he said lightly and put the ball in her mouth. Harry fastened the strap behind her head and walked back to the bag.
“Mrph mrrmwgink?” Hermione attempted to ask through the gag.
“If you asked where am I going, you’ll see,” he replied and pulled the package that Alicia had been so interested in out of the bag.
Hermione cocked an eyebrow, as if to ask what the tube contained. Harry smiled and he popped the lid off. He reached in and slowly and theatrically pulled the toy out. His finger was hooked around a red ring. Dangling from that ring was a long string. Five small rubber balls, each the size of a walnut, were separated by two inches on that string.
As Hermione flung herself over and stuck out her bottom, clearly giving Harry the go-ahead to use the toy, Harry recalled how he felt for his witch. Harry loved Hermione completely. He practically worshiped her. And he was going to show that love and devotion he felt for her by pushing this toy up her bottom, ball by ball, and shagging her senseless. As the wizard began to push the first ball into her bum, the room lit up from Harry’s special glow. Love is grand. Chapter Twenty-Nine: Harry and Hermione return to the castle.
“Mum, Dad, are you awake?” Hermione asked after softly knocking on her parents’ door. The only response she got was a muffled and utterly exhausted sounding “Muffgirk” noise. “It’s Christmas Morning, well actually Christmas Afternoon,” Hermione explained and then paused. “If you want to be technical about it, it’s actually early evening. Did you two want to get up and exchange presents?”
After a long pause, Hermione’s mother said in a fatigued voice; “Your father and I exchanged gifts already, dear.”
Harry could help but to comment softly in his lover’s ear, “More like they exchanged... ahem, ‘gifts’ a dozen times already.”
“You two go ahead without us,” Richard offered in a half groan. “Would you be a dear and bring up some food?” he requested.
While Hermione prepared two platefuls of ham sandwiches, she began to doubt her plan for spiking the cake with Lust and Stamina Potions. “I think I may have overdone it. I mean we made love until six this morning and yet we could hear them still going at it when we fell asleep.”
“Which normally should be an emotionally scarring experience for most,” commented Harry as he nicked a bit of ham for himself. “But you’re the one that thinks parents having sex is an expression of their love, not the unnatural act that it is.”
“But what if I did them more harm than good?” the brunette asked with a worried warble to her voice. “There is such a thing as too much sex.”
Just then, as if to challenge Hermione’s fears, two sets of voices began to groan loudly from the upstairs room.
“Looks like we shouldn’t take this food up to your folks just yet,” Harry said while gazing at the ceiling. He could almost swear that the light fixture in the kitchen was shaking thanks to Fiona and Richard’s efforts.
Hermione set the two plates down on the countertop, stating, “I guess we should go open our presents now.”
A loud and nearly joyous “Yes!” emanated from upstairs and the groaning quickly stopped.
“That was rather fast,” Hermione said with wide, slightly horror filled eyes.
“Well, to be fair, that was probably their twentieth go, give or take five, so they deserved a quickie,” Harry said, lifting up the two plates.
“You’re not going in there now, are you?” Hermione asked. “They just had sex!”
“You’re barmy,” Harry returned. “I’m going to have you crack the door open just a touch and then I’ll slide the plates in. Mind you, I suggest we have our eyes firmly shut at the time, just in case.”
~*~
Once they had successfully placed the sandwiches in her parents’ bedroom (where Harry had loudly hummed the theme to Mission: Impossible), the young couple opened their gifts to one another. Harry received a pair of leather trousers from Hermione (“to show off your bum,” she explained). Hermione gushed over the books that Harry bought for her (“I only have the first edition of Roderick’s Spell Encyclopedia and I’ve been eyeing this third revision for some time!”).
Hermione’s smile quickly faltered once all the presents had been opened. With guilty eyes, she said apologetically “You got me two gifts, this book and those lovely toys, but I only got you one gift.”
“To be honest, I enjoyed the toys, too,” offered Harry. Then he realized that he could use Hermione’s guilt to his advantage. “Although there is one way you can even the score, so to speak.”
“And what would that be?” she asked with a saucy grin, clearly knowing where Harry was going.
“Well, we’ve haven’t had sex in a kitchen,” Harry said as if it was a curious thing to not have done yet.
“And my parents are out of commission, so we won’t be interrupted,” added Hermione.
“I have to fetch something from your room first,” began Harry.
“A toy?” she asked with her voice full of hope.
“Yes, a toy.”
“Which one? The beads again? The infamous Rorschach Branded Rubber Chicken? Oh, oh, the gag; please say the gag,” the brunette rapidly said in naked excitement.
“No, none of those. I was thinking about one we haven’t used yet,” Harry answered.
“There’s still more toys?” she asked and began to hop in place.
“Yes, a few more,” Harry couldn’t help but smile. “Now you go in the kitchen and get yourself ready while I get the toy.”
As Hermione bolted to the kitchen, Harry purposefully took his time retrieving the toy he had in mind. He wanted to play with his lover’s patience. When he walked in the kitchen after retrieving the toy, he noticed that while Hermione was waiting for him, she was still fully clothed.
“I thought you were going to get ready?” he asked.
“I was waiting for you,” she said, and then added “I didn’t want to start without you.”
“Well, then, it looks like I’ll just have to do all the work and get you prepared myself,” Harry said with a wide smile. He rooted around the drawers in the kitchen until he found a quilted oven-mitt. “Now bend over the counter,” he ordered while slipping on the mitt.
Because of the mitt’s protective padding, it took more effort than normal in his paddling to turn Hermione’s bottom a nice shade of red. But thanks to the quilting, it left a rather fetching pattern on her bum cheeks.
Now the toy that Harry used was quite unique, and Hermione thoroughly enjoyed it. The toy itself was a rubber ring with a small rubber troll standing on the top of it. The toy, being magical, did a wonderful thing: it moved. Now it didn’t do a dance or fly around the room or anything showy like that. But when the ring was in use, the troll would gently grab a certain small protrusion and vibrate. If extra description is needed, then please continue a
nd read the next line; if not, please skip to the next paragraph. Harry placed the ring so that it was around the base of his first ever friend, ‘Harry, Jr.’, and when he entered ‘Miss Nibbles’ completely the animated troll promptly took hold of Hermione’s clitoris and began to shake and vibrate. Every time he pulled back, the troll tugged slightly at Hermione’s clit. And when he pushed back in, the magical toy snatched up her sensitive bud once again. This action was repeated, to great effect, with each thrust.
~*~
On Boxing Day, when she and her husband were finally able to stagger out of their room, Fiona announced to Harry and Hermione; “We need to have a talk.”
“Yes, mum,” Hermione answered with her best “I’d never do anything wrong because I’m your sweet and innocent little girl” voice.
“You did something with the cake didn’t you?” her father asked as he held an icepack to his groin.
“Um, what makes you think that?” Hermione asked. Her “I’d never do anything wrong because I’m your sweet and innocent little girl” voice was starting to fade a bit. She was such a poor liar.
Harry was trying to do his best at being invisible. He reckoned that the best plan was to be unseen by Hermione’s folks. Mind you, he knew full well that he was about to catch hell, but it would be less damaging to himself if he tried to lie and cover up the fact that the cake had indeed been spiked.
“We may not be magical, but we know that something happened to us after we ate the dessert,” Fiona said. With every word, a smile threatened to destroy her angry mask. Harry could tell that she was upset over the incident, but she was also damn pleased with it as well.
“Ah, well, to be honest, we did add something to it,” admitted Hermione. Harry was about to chuck his plan to stay silent out the window and point out that he had nothing to do with it. But he knew it would be bad form to rat out his girlfriend. Especially since the repercussion of said “ratting out” would include Hermione denying him sex for quite some time.
“And did that something cause your father and I to do something?” Fiona asked and Richard added in an undertone “Over and over and over.”
“Yes,” Hermione squeaked.
Fiona nodded her head sagely. “Well, we can only blame ourselves really.”
“Yes,” Richard agreed. “Wait - what?”
“We have been far too strict on the two of you,” Fiona continued with a sparkle evident in her eyes.
“We have?” Richard asked his wife, obviously surprised by this revelation.
“Yes, we agreed to ease up on our restrictions,” answered Fiona.
“We did? When did we do that?” he demanded. It was clear that he was unwilling to cut Harry any slack when it came to Hermione.
“Early Christmas morning,” Fiona stated. “Around four in the morning.”
“I don’t remember agreeing to anything,” Richard protested.
Fiona leaned close to her husband and whispered in his ear. After a moment, he objected, “That’s not fair. I’d have agreed to anything at that point. Especially when you do that!”
“Regardless, you agreed so we are going to give Hermione and Harry a little more freedom,” Fiona continued. The young lovers smiled happily. But Fiona was not smiling as she continued. “But not too much freedom. We’ll allow you two to hold hands and kiss lightly. But. We. Will. Allow. Nothing. Further.” She said firmly. “No hugging, no snogging, and definitely no sex while you’re under our roof.”
Harry knew that Fiona was ignoring the fact that she and her husband were holed up in their room for nearly two days and was obviously deluding herself by pretending that her daughter and Harry did not have sex during that time. But it was also clear that Fiona had truly enjoyed being holed up in her room, so she could ignore whatever had happened during that same period.
“I still don’t agree,” Richard said with a frown. “My previous statement agreeing to allow this situation doesn’t count, I was under duress at the time.”
Fiona leaned into her husband’s ear and whispered once more. After a moment, Richard, who was still frowning, announced; “All right, I agree to what your mother said.”
~*~
The remainder of the holiday was far less stressful for Harry and Hermione. The witch’s parents’ held true to their word and allowed the young couple to hold hands and kiss chastely. Of course Richard would still glower at Harry when they did this, but it was still better than having Hermione’s dad threaten to eviscerate him.
When the time came to return to Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione arrived early to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. They stored their things in a compartment and then made their way to the Head car for the Prefects’ Meeting. After the train started moving, the Prefects joined Harry and Hermione in the car. Ron waved at his friends before sitting down.
“I tell you I can’t wait to get back to school,” the fifth year Hufflepuff Prefect announced once everyone had sat down.
“That’s the spirit,” Hermione congratulated him for his eagerness to begin learning.
“My parents were so-o-o depressing,” the Hufflepuff continued.
“Yours too?” a sixth year Ravenclaw asked.
“My Mum and Dad weren’t depressed,” a Gryffindor interjected. “They were too busy preparing for some attack that never came to be depressed.”
“What are you on about?” asked Hermione.
“Oh, our parents are paranoid,” someone offered.
“To say the least,” agreed another.
“My Mum and Dad even had a guard schedule set up,” yet another chimed in. “He’d take the ten pm to four am shift and then she’d take over so he could sleep.”
“Why were they doing that?” Hermione asked.
“They’re afraid,” Harry answered. He had yet told Hermione of what he had saw and heard while in Diagon Alley.
“Terrified is more like it,” some witch corrected.
“My Mum was so scared that we’d be attacked by giants or Death Eaters that she was losing clumps of hair.”
“But you’re in Slytherin,” another student asked. “Why would Death Eaters attack you?”
“That doesn’t mean me or my family works for You Know Who, you ninny.”
“But why would they be afraid?” asked Hermione. “Over a hundred Death Eaters were just chucked into Azkaban.”
“A hundred out of how many?” someone asked, echoing the fear that Harry had heard from a frightened wizard in the Leaky Cauldron.
“No giants were captured either,” another added. “You Know Who still has them.”
“It’ll be great to be back in the castle. At least there, no one frets obsessively over the war.”
“And I’ll get to see my witch again,” someone added cheerfully. “I haven’t seen her in days.”
“Once me and my bloke get the chance, I’m dragging him into the nearest cupboard,” another said with a genuine smile.
“Well, you’ll have to find another cupboard ‘cause I’ll be using it to ravish my girl.”
“No, that just means you’ll have to budge over,” someone said with an easy chuckle. “I figure all the cupboards will be jammed pack tonight.”
As the conversation became lighter, Hermione gave Harry a worried look. Clearly she was concerned over the outlook of the war.
~*~
Once the meeting had concluded, the Prefects began to shuffle out of the car. Ron trotted up to Harry and Hermione.
“I have news that you won’t believe” the red head announced somberly.
Hermione and Harry waited for Ron to tell them this news, but the gangly wizard turned and headed to the door.
“Wait, what’s the news?” asked Harry.
“Oh, I’ll tell you later,” Ron said. “Luna said she wants to do it in the lavatory and I don’t want to keep her waiting.”
With that, Harry and Hermione were left alone in the compartment.
“Why are people so upset?” she asked. “They should be overjoyed
that so many Death Eaters were captured. We performed the Morgy Ritual to give them hope.”
“It seems like they’re too afraid to see that hope,” offered Harry.
Hermione shook her head. As a good boyfriend should, Harry turned Hermione’s attention away from such a troubling topic by suggesting, “Let’s do it.”
“Oh, how romantic,” Hermione said as sarcastically as she could.
“I’m not talking about romance,” Harry countered. “I’m talking about lifting up your blouse, pressing your bare titties against the window, and shagging you from behind.”
“That means if anyone is watching the train pass, they’d be able to see my breasts up against the window,” the brunette witch pointed out.
One should notice that she “pointed” this fact out and that she didn’t object to it. This is important, because less than five minutes later, Hermione had her naked breasts squashed up against the window while shouting “Fuck me, Harry, fuck me HARDER!” (Thankfully, Harry had placed a Silencing Charm on the compartment so that they wouldn’t draw a crowd. That was a bigger threat than normal since Harry had purposefully left the door unlocked, adding to Hermione’s arousal with the threat of being walked in on.)
~*~
A satisfied and tussled looking Harry and Hermione walked through the train to find their friends. As they passed through car after car, the couple noticed a majority of their peers were just as satisfied and tussled looking as they were.
When the duo finally reached their friends’ compartment, they found Ron sitting with Luna and Neville, but no sign of Ginny.
“You two won’t believe what happened,” Ron declared when Harry and Hermione entered.
“Ronald, I think Neville should be the one to tell them,” Luna (whose hair was so tussled that it looked like she recently had her head hanging outside of the moving train) said. The blonde fixed her eyes on Hermione and said in a dreamy fashion, “Oh, by the way, Hermione, I saw your breasts again when Harry had you against the window. Ronald had me dangling out of the lavatory window, and when the tracks turned I got a good view of your boobs.”
