Summer Love Not

Harry took off his glasses as he stepped into the large, sunken tub.
He slowly submerged himself into the hot water. He closed his eyes and tried not to think of the curses or the chapter he had to copy.

He thought about his team winning, and of Hermione.
How beautiful she was, and how much he wanted to be with her. When they would finally be living together this summer at Grimmauld Place. He couldn’t wait. He had a slight hard on and thought more of Hermione.

‘After we do it, she won’t be able to go near the unicorns. Would it change her blood too or the pink glow she gave off, after they had sex?’ he wondered.

He dipped his head under the water to wash the plaster out of it. He drifted off until he thought he heard the door open and close.

Harry got out of the tub and started to dry off. He wrapped a
towel around his waist and started to dry his hair with another towel. He put on his glasses and looked around the room.

There he saw a dark figure in front of the fireplace.

He quietly walked towards the form. “Hello?” he called, his wand in his hand.

As the figure swung around to face Harry, the hood fell off revealing Hermione’s face.

“Hermione!” he said with a smile. She smiled back.

“Harry…” she looked down as she was trying to unhook her cloak, but it had frayed and she had a hard time getting free.

“Here let me do that.”

He just ripped it apart, and let it drop to the floor. He looked at her neck and saw the mark it left. He got the strangest feeling he had done this before. He put his lips to her neck and kissed the spot. He worked his way to her jaw line, hearing her moan.

He could swear she smelled and tasted like peaches.

“I came here to tell you that Professor Snape has gone to the Ministry of Magic. He won’t be back ‘til Monday. So you don’t have to worry about having your punishment so soon,” she said.

Harry made his way to her lips and asked, “Is that the only reason you came here?”

Hermione looked at him and gave him a devilish grin, before starting to let off her glow. He was in a trance in just a few moments.

“Hermione, you don’t need to do that, I’m here, I love you, I want you, and I need you, Love.”

“I want to be with you Harry… tonight.”

He held her face in his hands, “Hermione, I want to, but if we do it, you can’t go near the Unicorns anymore,” he said.

“I’m fine with that. I’ll just tell Hagrid I don’t want to go near them. He’ll understand.”

“You’ll do that just for me? Are you sure, are you absolutely sure you want ME? I just don’t want you to regret it later,” he said desperately.

“Yes,” she put her hand to his face. “I want to be with you, Harry.”
She started to glow pink and the air started vibrating.

“If we are caught we might be expelled, your parents will know and your father would kill me,” Harry added. He wanted her so much it hurt, as he was fighting himself to keep control.

Harry knelt down and took off Hermione’s slippers. He remembered the five folded kisses from the book but he didn’t remember all the words, he wanted this to be special.

He kissed her the tops feet saying, “Blessed be thy feet, that have brought thee in to me.”

He moved to her knees kissing and saying, “Blessed be thy knees, I will bend to your will.”

He undid a few buttons on her nightgown to find her without underwear on and he kissed her belly and caressed it gently saying, “Blessed be thy womb, which life starts from.”

He took her right hand in his, “Blessed be your right hand and I ask you, am I worthy of your love?”

Harry looked into her face. With tears in her eyes, Hermione nodded, and touched his hair with her left hand.

Harry took her left hand, kissed it, and said, “Blessed be your left hand that comforts me.”

He unbuttoned the rest of her gown and opened it up to reveal her chest. Harry kissed both breasts saying, “Blessed be thy breasts, formed in beauty.”

Standing straight now he looked in to Hermione’s eyes and, holding her face, he whispered, “Blessed be thy lips, that shall utter the sacred words, and wishes and needs I will fulfill."

He kissed her sweetly at first and then the kiss deepened. They pulled each other close.

He picked her up in his arms and laid her on the pillows and quilt that he had set on the floor.
He pulled out his wand and said, “Accio bottle,” and a bottle on the table flew into his hands and he put it to the side. He took off the towel he was wearing and noticed he was already hard.

Hermione drew Harry down to her, kissing him. He kissed her passionately, moving to her chin, down to her breasts, kissing and biting them gently.

He looked at her in the light of the fire. She was beautiful and all his. He cupped her breasts and sucked on them. His hands traveled down to her belly, tickling it, making her laugh and smile. Her smile faded and Hermione said softly, “Go ahead Harry, I’m ready.”

He moved himself between her legs. He opened the bottle and put some oil on to his penis to lubricate it. He then took his wand and pointed it at his penis said, “Felismis,” and touched the back of his thigh.

Harry placed his erection at her entrance and slowly entered her.
He felt a tearing sensation in his thigh, in the muscle, so he slowed down. He went in a little farther and the tearing sensation turned to a burning, stretching feeling and he had to stop for a moment.

He looked at Hermione who was looking very puzzled. She waited for the twinge of pain to start when he entered her, but there was nothing yet. He pushed in a little deeper and his thigh muscle felt like it was being ripped apart. But the feeling faded quickly and Harry, fearing he was going to lose his erection, pushed deeper into Hermione.

She let out a gasp of pain. The pain Harry had felt was gone and Hermione was feeling it now. She grabbed onto the pillows. He was almost all the way in. Her legs shaking, she looked at Harry; she nodded and closed her eyes, holding on to his hands, which were on her hips. Harry leaned toward her as slowly and gently as he could and slid all the way into her, her hands squeezing his.

He stood very still until Hermione got used to him being inside her.

Harry started to move in and out of her very slowly. She felt warm, moist, and tight.

“Is this ok, I mean it’s not too painful?” Harry asked, as Hermione still had her eyes closed. Slowly she opened her eyes to see Harry looking at her curiously.

“Better now?” he asked.

“Yes.” She breathed a sigh of relief as she nodded. He stopped for a moment.

“Hermione, I’m inside you,” Harry said with a astonished look on his face.

“How does it feel?” She asked curiously.

“Better than I ever imagined,” He said as he leaned down and kissed her passionately. “You’re warm, wet and fit me like a glove.”_
Harry’s instinct kicked in and his mind followed as he drove himself into Hermione. He took off his glasses and closed his eyes. The feeling, the sensation of going in and out of Hermione made him grunt and his moans were animal like.

Hermione tried to keep her noises softer as Harry plunged into her.
She whimpered and high-pitched cries escaped her mouth in surprise when Harry went deeper into her.

Harry pulled Hermione’s legs around his waist and pulled her off her back, into his lap
.
He couldn’t move as well as he thought he could, so Hermione moved her hips, gyrating on him.

They slowed it down, looking at each other, feeling each other.
Hermione whispered, “You’re so hard, like a steel rod.”

“You like it?” Harry asked.

“I’m not sure”, she said seriously. “We’ll have to do this a few more times, so I can make a better judgment.” She slowly cracked a smile and blushed.

“Alright. I’m game if you are.” Harry said smiling.

Hermione picked up the pace a bit, Harry pulling her closer to him with each thrust. He wanted to go deeper, so he got on his back on the bare floor and hoisted his hips in the air.

This surprised Hermione, nearly bucking her off him. He steadied her with his hands and bucked like a wild horse trying to drive himself deeper in her. His moans got more strained as he pulled her hips down on him.

He sat up and lifted her back on to the pillows. Positioning one of her legs over his shoulder, he plunged deep inside her, arching his back to get farther in her. His whole body rippled with pleasure. Harry let out a moan of ecstasy. He drove himself into her a few more times before pulling her leg down off his shoulder and on to his hip.

He forced himself to slow down a little, to last longer. But it was too late; he felt himself building up. He moaned her name again and again in her ear.

Hermione was moaning as well; with each thrust her back arched, sending her mind in all directions.

She had a pinkish-purple glow about her now. Harry felt himself building up as Hermione squeezed him inside of her.

“Oh, god, Hermione,” he moaned, “Tell me you love me. Tell me you want me; tell me you’re mine. Tell me please.”

She obeyed his wishes. “I love you Harry. I want you. I’m all yours, Harry, no one else’s. I’m yours, love.” She panted out feeling him build inside her, knowing he was going to explode any second.

Harry held Hermione closer, just pushing into her, trying to go as deep into her as possible again and again. He whispered, “My love,” as he thrust in her, “Mine,” and he exploded.

For a moment, he couldn’t think of anything. Just a feeling of oneness, completion and some else… something beyond words--a touching of souls.

Hermione’s back arched up so her chest met his as she let out a whimper. Digging her fingers into his back and shoulders, she felt both pleasure and pain at the same time. She felt happy and moved, but whole. Harry pulsated in Hermione for a few more thrusts, both of them out of breath and moaning softly.

Harry opened his eyes to see that he was dripping sweat off his brow and there was puddle of sweat where Hermione and Harry’s skin touched, their bellies and between Hermione’s breasts.

He kissed Hermione sweetly before he separated them. Harry fell next to her on a big pillow, still catching his breath. One of his hands fumbled around for his glasses.

The world was a little out of focus, even with his glasses on.
Looking at Hermione, he asked, “You alright Hermione?”

She turned her head towards him and gave him a smile, and sighed.

Harry looked at himself--naked, sweaty and sticky. He noticed his penis was still semi-erect, covered in his semen and Hermione’s blood.

He got up on wobbly legs and walked to the bathroom. When he peed, it sprayed everywhere. Harry stepped in the shower and rinsed off and dried himself quickly. He peeked at Hermione, who was still laying on the pillows and quilt.

He grabbed a pitcher and filled it with warm water, grabbed a few towels, and walked back to Hermione. Harry slowly poured the warm water on Hermione’s belly, moving down to between her legs, where there was the same sticky mess Harry had before showering.

Hermione opened her eyes, surprised. “Harry what are you doing?” Hermione said startled.

“Washing you off,” he said casually. “Hermione, I think I hurt you. It looks like there’s little more blood then there should be. Do you want to make sure you’re okay?” Harry suggested.

“I’m sure I’m okay,” she said putting her legs together as she sat up.

He smiled, “Can I pour the rest on you?” He tilted the pitcher of water and smiled.

“No, I have to go to the bathroom anyway,” and she got up.

Harry helped her to the bathroom. Hermione sat there and suggested he clean up the water on the floor in the other room. With a wave of his wand, it was cleaned up. He came back into the bathroom and sat in the tub. She joined him in a quick rinse off in the hot tub. Harry felt her wet body sitting in front of his. He kissed her neck and whispered, “This is heaven.”

They dried off and lay on the bed. Hermione lay on her side and Harry was next to her, trying to draw her closer to him. She groaned.
_“What’s the matter?” Harry asked.

“My hips are a little sore and. well, down there too.” Hermione said trying not to be too embarrassed.

Harry got up and rolled Hermione onto her back and moved in between her legs. He tugged her knees up and, brushing her curly dark hair away, he saw two tears at her entrance.

He looked at Hermione, “I tore you.”

“You did? I’m sure you didn’t mean to.” Hermione said trying to comfort him.

He got off the bed and went to the table, looked at several bottles and came back with two of them, as well as some gauze pads. He dabbed some purple potion on the cuts and then some clear potion that tingled and healed the cuts instantly.

“Better?” Harry asked.

She nodded, “Yes.”

“Good.” Harry smiled and put the bottles back on the table.

He slid back in the bed. Hermione was on her side and Harry sat on the bed, rubbing her hips. Soon he was massaging her back.

He loved the feel of her skin. He was getting excited again.
He deepened the massage, biting her butt cheeks, licking and kissing her spine and breathing on the small of her back, moving up to her neck.

Hermione smelled warm and sweet. It wasn’t long before he was hard for a second time. He whispered softly into her ear, “Love, again?” rubbing his nose behind her ear, neck and into her hair.

She turned her head and kissed him and pressed her hips against his. “Mmmm,” escaped from her lips as the kiss broke.

Harry got the oil and put a few drops on himself and a drop or two between her folds.

Harry, lying down next to Hermione who was on her right side, spooned her, and slowly inserted himself in her again. Both of them gasped and moaned. It felt a bit different than the first time.

Harry took hold of her hips, penetrating her, going as deep into her as possible. Harry removed his glasses and laid them on the pillow.

Hermione braced her hands on the headboard as she arched her back as Harry thrust himself into her again.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” he said to her. She nodded.

He moved his hand right hand under her hip, plunging into her again and again. His other hand felt her breasts, tickling and massaging them. Going faster and faster, harder and harder panting wildly, Harry asked, “You okay H’mione?”

“Fine, keep going Harry,” she moaned.

He was going even harder, banging her. His fingers sank into her flesh; Harry was sure he was bruising her.

He stopped for a second to reach past Hermione and grab the sheets, drawing them around Hermione’s hips, pulling them tight and started to pound into her again. He felt himself build once more.
Hermione’s moans were soft before but now they were getting louder as was her breathing.

She was pushing her arms against the headboard, trying to remain stationary as Harry drove himself in her.

“Oh, god Hermione, you’re driving me mad, you feel so amazing. God, I wanted you for so long and I keep wanting you, needing more and more, I can’t get enough of you,” Harry whispered with a strained voice.

“Yes Harry, tell me...” Hermione panted out, “You want to come to me at night and make love to me. To feel me under you, to feel yourself inside me, to hear me say your name and to do anything you want to do to me Harry.” She said seductively as he felt her squeeze him inside of her.

“God, yes my love. I will do everything to you, anything you want.”

He strained to get the words out as he rammed into her again, feeling her sweaty back with one hand. He kissed her spine. Her sweat was sweet as his lips and tongue tasted it.

Harry put two fingers in his mouth wetting them, and then brought them to her mound, past the hair, to her bud, rubbing gently just above it.

Hermione moaned loudly. Putting one hand over Harry’s hand and pressing it down onto her, she convulsed for a few moments and then she relaxed, gasping for breath.

Harry slowly started moving again, she was so wet now, it just took him a few thrusts and he came and she did again. The wonderful feeling of totality with Hermione blew his mind and body away as it did Hermione. Both were panting now as Harry kissed her shoulder, working his way up to her neck.

“You okay?” he said his breathing slowing down.

“Throat’s dry,” she squeaked out.

“Food and drink are on the table,” he managed to get out, looking as he hunted for his glasses.

Hermione got her nightgown on and slowly walked to the table on shaky legs. She poured herself a glass of juice and drank it down in a few gulps. She poured herself another glass and drank it slower this time. She noticed the food was still warm and she started to eat apple tart.

Harry sat down on the table wearing his boxers and picked up a chicken wing and drank more of his tea.

They ate in mostly silence with a laugh here and there. Their eyes and body language communicated what they wanted to say. With a toe or feet light touching the others leg, eyes shining at each other with gratefulness and love.

They were teenagers, best friends and now lovers.

Hermione looked at her watch: 2:15 am. She looked at Harry’s papers he was copying from the book. She picked up the quill and said some words and touched it with her wand, and then bent the end of the quill.

“What are you doing?” he inquired.

“Just trying to help you out, Snape didn’t punish Malfoy. So I put a spell on the quill--it will look like your hand writing but slowly get worse as if you were getting tired. So you and I can get some sleep.”

She walked over to where her cloak was, picked it up, and wrapped it around her neck.

Harry walked up to Hermione, looking into her eyes, shaking his head. “Please… sleep with me. Summer is a long time off.” And he kissed her, slipping off the cloak. He smiled at her.

Hermione fell asleep in just a few minutes, cuddled up to Harry. But Harry was restless for some reason. The quill was copying the book.
But on the other side of the room was the target.

Harry got out of bed and picked up his wand. He put a silencing spell around the bed.

He stared at the target, and looked a Hermione, how he loved her tonight and in the back of his mind something came forward: He may have impregnated her.

One half of his mind wanted to shout and cry with happiness the other asked what he had done to her, to them.

Harry sat down at the table. He wrote a short letter to Mr. Pitch:
I’m changing a bit of my Will … The house and most of the money will go to Hermione Granger in the event that he die and she was carrying my child.

He whispered, “Dobby” and in a moment Dobby was there. “Send this to Mr. Pitch as soon as possible.” Dobby smiled and was gone before Harry could say thank you.

Harry looked at the target again, held out his wand and spoke “Avada Kedavra”. He hit the target and burnt a hole in the stomach.
He did it again but louder and trying to feel hate, and again he burned a hole in its stomach next to the other hole.

Harry looked at Hermione and couldn’t feel anything but love and spoke the spell. A large bolt of light came from Harry’s hand and hit the target, melting it like soft butter on a hot grill and it erupted into flames and the whole room shook.

Harry put out the flames with his wand, wondering what happened.

He turned around to see Hermione in bed, awake and looking him shocked.

“Sorry didn’t mean to awake you, just trying out a spell.” He took a deep breath.

“The whole room shook,” she commented.

“Hermione I have to tell you something and it might make you mad at me.” He started to get nervous and talk faster. “Tonight when we were making love, I didn’t use anything. I didn’t drink a potion or anything. But don’t worry, I’ll take full responsibility for this. I have money and a house so we‘re ok there.”

“Harry stop, what was the spell you did earlier?” she asked curiously.

“Oh, that spell? I didn’t want to hurt you so I did the Felismis spell.”

“Where did you direct the pain?” Hermione asked.

“Here,” and Harry showed her the back of his thigh, which had a light bruise on it.

“Oh Harry.”

“We did talk about having family”, Harry mention, “but I … I want you to want it too.”

Hermione thought it over and sighed, “I can take a potion in the next few days and… everything will be fine.” She said as she looked at Harry whose eyes looked like they were tearing up.

“I’d do anything for you Hermione, you know that. I’d die for you,” Harry said softly.

Hermione smiled and said, “I know and I’d do the same for you. But I’d rather you live for me then die. It sounds very brave and romantic unless you’re the one who is left behind to live a lonely life. How would I live without you Harry?”

“Fully. I’d want you to live a full and happy life even without me,” Harry said.

Just then Dobby popped back and stood there for few moments waiting for Harry to notice him.

“Dobby is there a message or something?” Harry asked, feeling a little annoyed that Dobby picked now to pop in.
“Something sir.” Dobby said.

“What is it?” Harry asked getting out of the bed and walking over to Dobby.

Dobby held out his hand and there was small box in it, “I was doing your laundry and this was in your robes.”

“Oh, thank you Dobby,” Harry whispered. He opened the box and thought ‘maybe this would be a good time to give this to Hermione.’

Harry walked back to the bed and he looked at her and she didn’t look mad at the fact they were having unprotected sex.

Harry got on the bed and having the small box in his hand, “Hermione I got this a while ago, I just couldn’t find the right moment to give it to you.”

He opened his hand and revealed the box to her and opened the top showing the ring.

Hermione looked not just surprise, but speechless, then horrified.

“Harry, that’s not an engagement ring?” she said alarmed.

“No! No it’s a promise ring… a ring to go steady more or less.” He said it quickly.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. He picked it out of the box and slid it on her finger.

Hermione looked at the ring on her hand. “Harry it’s beautiful,” she gushed, tears welling up in her eyes as she leaned in to kiss him. They kissed for a moment Harry wiped the falling tears on her cheek with his thumb.

Harry took Hermione’s hand and smiled. “It does look nice on you. I thought it would.” They embraced.

“Thank you, I love it.” Hermione said softly.
“Not too flashy, but, it will do for now.” Harry commented.

Hermione was fixing the covers of the bed and noticed the target across the room. “Voldemort,” she said in a light whisper, turning toward him. “What spell were you practicing Harry?”

“Avada Kedavra. I thought we would try to teach it to some of the students who might be able to do it. You, Ron…but I have to learn how to work it first.”

She looked at the target, “I think you worked it. Were you thinking about Voldemort?”

“Yes, but it went weird--I couldn’t feel hate at that moment.” Harry remarked, “I’ve got to get it right,” looking at the target.

“You’ll get it,” Hermione said.

Harry was fluffing the pillows while on his knees on the bed. Kneeling behind Hermione, Harry put his arms around her shoulders as she was still looking at the target.

“He’s not going to wait much longer, he’s coming soon.” Harry said.

“I know. You’ll have to fight him,” she said softly.

Harry looked at Hermione, “I have to end it as soon as possible. I want a life with you.”

“Me too.” Hermione looked at him.

Harry looked at the target and said, “I’ll kill for you.” He said it simply.

Hermione shivered and Harry pulled the covers over them. Hermione started to drift off at sleep as Harry was pulling more covers and he saw a figure in a picture move off its’ frame.

Harry took off his glasses and cuddled up to Hermione.

He thought he heard voices outside the door as he drifted off.

“Yes sir they’re together,” a man said.

“Good,” said another man.

“Should we have let them do this, they’re so young?” a woman’s voice sounded worried.

“I believe it was necessary for him to feel all forms and sides of love. It’s his strength, his finest gift. It will destroy Voldemort.”

“And the girl, will she be carrying his child now?” a woman asked.

“That will be up to her. She may not get pregnant. But the idea that Hermione may possibly be carrying his child, he will be more protective of her, enough to destroy his enemies.”

“Well good night sir,” said one of the men.

“Thank you Westin. Good night,” a man said.

Harry fell asleep and found himself in the park, sitting at a picnic. Harry was holding his little girl’s hands as she took her first steps.
He picked her up and gave her noisy kisses on her big cheeks. She had her mother’s brown hair and her father eyes.

They walked over to Hermione and sat down. Hermione passed Harry his sandwich and drink.

“Well? “ Harry asked Hermione with a questioning face.

Hermione smiling at him asked “Question is … is it a boy this time?”

Harry laughed and hugged Hermione and kissed her, “I don’t care as long as it’s healthy.”

And her kissed her again.