Time Alone With Herself

Hermione walked around the room once more to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be. It was the first time she had ever organized a party and she wanted everything to be perfect. They had food and snacks out on the tables, drinks in an ever cold cauldron, and music playing from an enchanted ceiling. Hermione had modeled the ceiling after the one in Hogwarts, but added a few flying dragons and a tiny Harry flying around on his broom. The decorations were the same color scheme as Harry's Quidditch team, Puddlemere United. All in all, she was impressed with her work.

Neville Longbottom was the first to arrive, stumbling in twenty minutes early and looking confused. "Harry, Hermione. How's it going?"

"Good, how about you?" Hermione answered, giving him a quick hug.

"Well I finally moved out of my Gran's house. I got a job as a potion makers assistant, trying to apply my Herbology knowledge to a useful field. But enough about me, Harry is it true? You're flying for Puddlemere?"

Harry pointed to the miniature version of himself on the ceiling and nodded.

"Blimey, Harry. You must be the youngest professional Quidditch player in decades." Neville gawked.

Hermione put a loving hand on Harry shoulder, "Centuries." She added.

Ron and Ginny Weasley were the next two to arrive, Ginny in a cute white dress that flowed like her long red hair, and Ron in his Chudley Cannons T-shirt. Ron looked at Hermione and blushed, while Ginny stared lustily at harry, apparently old feelings don't fade as easily.

Avoiding old flames, Ron walked over to Harry and shook his hand while Ginny went over to Hermione for a hug.

"Long time mate." Ron said, "How have you been?"

"Good, you?" Harry said with a fake smile. He was happy to see his old friend, but Puddlemere has lost a game to the Chudley cannons a few weeks back.

"Following in my Dad's footsteps." He said proudly. "Got a job working at the Ministry."

"Doing what?" Harry asked with a grin.

"Well... I'm still an intern, so it's just paperwork and stuff, helping others."

Harry already knew the answer and was just making Ron sweat for a little payback. Ron was working for his older brother Percy, and his biggest responsibility was keeping the coffee hot.

On the other side of the room, Ginny asked, "So is it true?"

Hermione gave a weak smile and showed her the wedding ring on her finger. "Yeah, it's true. I'm sorry Ginny."

"It's okay." Ginny smiled, wiping a tear from her eye. "I'm happy for you. And him."

Hermione felt a pit in her stomach. She had stolen Harry away from Ginny. Harry had even told her that he loved Ginny, and from the tears in her eyes, Ginny still loved him. Hermione had gotten between two people that were perfect for each other and she hated herself for it.

"Thanks, Ginny." Hermione hugged her again, feeling tears in her own eyes.

The rest of the guest arrived over the next half hour, Luna Lovegood being the last one to show up, humming a tune and dancing through the room. There were about twenty people in all, most of them were old DA members. It had been over two years since Harry or Hermione had seen any of them and they all looked older and taller, all except Colin Creevey, who still looked like a first year.

Once the place had settled down, Hermione decided to make the announcement. "Well, thank you all for coming. We had heard some funny rumors going around so we thought we might as well get everyone together and tell you what's been going on."

A hush fell over the group, everyone wanting to hear what the famous Harry Potter was up to. Harry got up and said, "I am flying Seeker for Puddlemere United."

The room broke out in applause and scattered conversation. Everyone wanted to congratulate him or ask him to relive matches. The music started back up and drinks flowed like water. Each time his story ended with a win, they would drink a round of fire whiskey, it was the world’s most useless drinking game. While Harry retold the story of his 130 point come back, Hermione went off to find Ginny and the other girls.

"So when did you two get married?" Ginny asked.

"Over a year ago, just after I turned seventeen." Hermione answered, still embarrassed.

"Why wasn't I invited, I thought we were friends?" Ginny gave her a sharp look.

"No one was. If it wasn't such a small wedding, you would have been the first one I invited." Hermione explained.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little..." Ginny sobbed.

"I know, I'm sorry." Hermione hugged her again.

When Ginny finally calmed down she asked, "So... is he a good kisser?"

"What?" Hermione was shocked.

"Oh come on, I won't tell anyone, I'm just curious. Is he good?" Ginny asked mischievously.

"He wasn't at first, but he learned quick." Hermione blushed.

"What about in bed?" Ginny asked blankly.

"Really?" Hermione couldn't believe her ears.

Ginny pouted. "We used to talk like this all the time, I told you all about Dean Thomas."

"Fine. He's good." Then without realizing it, Hermione added. "Pretty damn good."

"When's the last time you did it?" Ginny pried.

"I'm not answering that." Hermione snapped, glancing around to make sure the party is going smoothly. When her eye's met Harry's she relaxed a little.

Ginny noticed her discomfort and grinned. "Was it recent?"

"Not telling." Hermione blushed, turning away so Ginny wouldn't notice anything else.

But Ginny notice, and she pressed even further. "Oh? Was it right before this party?"

Hermione's face blushed harder.

"Oh my 'Mione. You are a dirty girl." Ginny leaned closer.

Hermione finally gave in. "Fine, it was. Just don't tell anyone alright?"

"Okay, I won't tell anyone... if you tell me what you guys did." Ginny leaned her curiosity growing.

"If I do, do you promise to never ever talk about it?" Hermione pleaded.

"Yes." Ginny said quickly, desperate for the juicy details.

Hermione continued, "No one at all, okay. No gossip."

"Yes." Ginny said, again.

"Not even if it's me, okay?"

Ginny sighed, "If that's what it takes, then yeah."

"Okay." Hermione shrugged, "We did it behind the shrieking shack, about an hour ago."

"I want details." Ginny demanded, eyes wide with interest.

Hermione shook her head in disbelief, "Fine, I had some chocolate aphrodisiac, got a little excited and Harry went down on me behind the shack."

"Was he good?" Ginny asked, wishfully.

"Yeah." Hermione breathed.

"I can tell." Ginny said, sounding almost disappointed.

"What!" Hermione gasped, grabbing Ginny's shoulders. "Were you watching?"

"No... but you're breasts are leaking from all the excitement. Are... are you pregnant?" Ginny asked, pointing to the wet stains on Hermione shirt.

"No!" Hermione snapped, folding her arms across her chest. "I'm going to go change. And don't tell anyone, you promised."

"Fine." Ginny sighed.

Hermione made her way for the bathroom, pushing through the crowd, hopping no one would notice. When she got the bathroom she locked the door and then used her wand to clean off her shirt. She was tired of her breasts leaking milk whenever she got excited. It was fun in the bedroom, but everywhere else it was a nuisance. The only way to get them to stop would be to drain them, but the problem was, Nicolas was at her parents’ house and Harry was too busy to help. She was going to have to do it herself, which was complicated since she didn't have something to catch the milk in. She could wash it down the sink, but a better idea crossed her mind.

She double checked to make sure the door was locked then she took off her shirt. She knew her milk would flow better if she was excited so she let her hand slip under the waistband of her panties. With one hand over her crotch the other on her breast, she started massaging and groping herself. A little dribble of milk leaked on to her hand so she switched, using the milk as a lubricant for her fingers helping them slip inside of her. The warm wet velvet tickled the smooth skin of her fingers, the tight heat enveloping them. As she fingered herself with one hand, her other hand rubbed her chest, teasing the nipple until is swelled, tingling with warmth. She tilted her head down, bringing her breast up to her mouth and she started to suck. The first few spurts were watery and bland and she spit it in to the sink, but after a while she was swallowing down large gulps of sweet creamy milk. It took her a while but eventually she felt less fluid coming out of her breast, so she switched sides. By now she had forgotten about her hand by her crotch, the feeling of sucking her own breast was exciting enough.

It wasn't the first time she had sucked her own breasts, but the other times were different. Either it was her sucking a Time Turner copy's breasts, or it was purely erotic. This was different somehow. Every since she had felt the connection of mother and child breast feeding with Nicolas, her breasts had a new special meaning. They represented life, both nourishment and love. To be feeding on one’s own breasts was intriguing, her analytic mind trying to make sense of the strange act. Her nipples tingled, her lips trembled, and her body filled with a strange warmth that felt like the afterglow of sex. She was going to have to do this again.

Once both breasts were empty she got dressed, feeling dizzy from all the excitement of the day. She didn't know if it was some after affect of the aphrodisiac in the chocolate, or talking about Harry, or sucking her own breasts, but she was incredible horny. She considered wiping out her wand and having a little alone time, but people were probably wondering where she was and she had to get back to the party.

By now Harry was feeling drunk from all the fire whiskey and attention. He was talking and laughing, having a good time, but he noticed someone at the party wasn't. Ron spent most of the party sitting alone sipping a bottle of butter beer. Anytime Harry tied to approach him, he would duck out of sight or join someone else's conversation. Harry hated to see his friend like that, but he thought that Ron was a big enough man now to take care of himself, so Harry didn't let him ruin his good time.

"Alright, everyone listen up." Harry called out over the crowd. "I know everyone's having a good time and all, but there were a few other things we wanted to tell everyone today."

A hush grew over the crowd once more. Ron stumbled for a chair, clearly drunk.

"First." Harry called out. "Hermione just received a position at the Ministry of Magic, taking care of magical creatures. So that means she'll be working with you Ron, take care of her for me, would ya?"

Ron mumbled something and gave Harry a drunken salute.

"And for the big news." Harry walked over to Hermione and patted her on the shoulder. "Hermione and I, are married."

Everyone's eyes grew wide with surprise. Ginny hid her face and Ron slipped out of his chair. People whispered in hushed voices, some saying they knew it, and others saying that they couldn't believe it. Harry didn't see any reason to tell them that they had a child yet, or that their child was the reason they got married.

There was more congratulations and toasting, everyone seeming to be happy for them. Ginny even hugged Harry, hiding the tears in her eyes. The only one who didn't say anything to him was Ron. After the room settled down and got back to the party, Harry cornered him.

"Come on mate, what's wrong?" Harry asked, smelling the alcohol on his breath.

"Why?" Ron asked lazily.

"Why what?" Harry asked again.

"Why do you have to ruin everything?" Ron spat.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry snapped. "What did I ruin?"

"My life!" Ron snapped back. "You're always one-upping me. You didn't even know about Quidditch until you got to Hogwarts, and yet you're the big star. And you knew I liked Hermione, but you ran out and got married without even telling me."

"What, like you had a chance with her?" Harry laughed.

"Stupefy!" "Expelliarmus !"

Ron had moved first but Harry was faster. Harry's spell made Ron's wand fly out of his hand, falling to the floor with a clatter. The entire room fell silent, turning to see what the commotion was. Ron snatched up his wand and stormed out to the room. Harry just stood there, looking at Hermione for something to say.

Hermione got an idea. She stood up and said, "Well now, everyone. We figured since it has been so long since we've had a DA meeting, we thought we'd have a little dueling contest today."

That seemed good enough for everyone. In a few minutes they had drawn up a tournament bracket and moved the tables out of the way. Harry opted out of the competition, saying he had Quidditch practice and couldn't take any chances. Once all eyes were on the duelers, Harry snuck over to Hermione.

"You saved me back there." He said, giving her a little kiss.

"Again." Hermione begged, pulling his lips back to hers.

"What's up?" He asked, feeling the desperation in her lips.

"I was just in the bathroom, sucking my own tits." She whispered.

Harry eyes widened in surprise. "What?"

"Sit down." She said, kissing him again while pushing him back on to a sofa.

"What's going on?" Harry asked nervously.

"Nothing." She whispered, "I just need a place to sit."

She sat down on his lap, flipping up her skirt so it was just Harry's pants between them. Harry looked around nervously, but everyone was too focused on the duel to notice. Hermione wiggled her butt, scooting up against Harry's crotch. It didn't take him long to notice she wasn't wearing any panties.

"What are you doing?" He breathed to her. "We can't do it here."

"Why not? If they look back they'll just see me sitting on your lap. My skirt is coving both of us." She whispered back, gyrating her hips.

"No, we'll get caught." Harry whispered with a stern tone.

"We won't. And you owe me. That time behind the school, remember."

People in the room cheered, another duel down.

"Fine, let's just hurry." Harry growled, angry and excited.

"Unzip your pants, I'll do the rest." She whispered, swinging her legs like a happy child holding an ice cream cone.

It was difficult with her body covering his, but Harry managed to free his cock from his pants. Hermione started bouncing her body up and down, pretending to be excited about the dueling competition. No one was looking but they couldn't take a chance with their friends standing so close. With Hermione's naked ass wiggling above his cock and the idea of what they were doing, it didn't take long before Harry was erect and pressing up against Hermione belly. She waited until another duel ended and a new one starts, before leaning forward, letting Harry's throbbing shaft enter her. Once the tip was in she sat back down hard, loving the sudden fullness between her legs.

It would be too risky to start bouncing up and down on his lap, but the idea alone was enough to satisfy Hermione's hunger. She kept herself steady, only moving her hips when she was sure no one was watching. She had to keep her lips shut tight to prevent any accidental moans from escaping. A few daring times she even lifted herself up with her hands, pretending to stretch her back, then drop herself back down on to his throbbing cock. She felt him growing harder and harder inside of her as she kept up her slow torturous rhythm. Being forced to control herself was pure agony, she would have given anything to be back in their own bead having good old fashion sex. She couldn't believe how close her friends were, and how they had no idea what they were doing. It could all end in an instant, someone could just turn around and catch them in the act. It was a thrill, primal and erotic, having sex like this. She threw her head back, letting out a silent moan. She clenched herself around him, her slick muscles milking his cock.

Harry hugged his arms around Hermione's chest, secretly sliding a hand under her shirt, teasing her nipples with one hand and hiding his actions with the other. He could feel a slight dampness on her shirt and he knew she must be have been lactating. Mimicking a baby's lips, he pulled the nipple through her shirt and pulled it gentle, causing her body to shiver. He leaned forward, kissing the back of her neck. He thought that as long as they didn't move too fast, they wouldn't get caught. harry pretended to stretch his back, pushing his cock as deep as it would physically go. His breathing got heavy, heart pounding in his chest. He was desperate for release, wanting nothing more than to get up, bend Hermione over and fuck the daylight out of her.

He leaned forward again, whispering in her ear, "Laugh."

"What?" She asked, almost loosing it.

"Just do it." He growled as quietly as he could.

Hermione tried her best to laugh, her body rocking up and down. Harry too laughed, shaking his body as much as he could. It was a hysterical laugh, like getting away with murder. It was enough to send them both over the edge. Harry felt his cock erupt, hot seed splashing Hermione's insides. He laughed as hard as he could, trying to conceal his orgasm. He quickly regained composure, looking around to see if anyone noticed. A few heads were turned, but a streak of light from Neville's wand captured their attention before they could realize what Harry and Hermione was doing.

"I can't believe that worked." Harry whispered, kissing the back of her neck again.

"We're not done yet. Still got to get off without anyone noticing." Hermione whispered back, her body still tingling from her orgasm.

"I already got off." Harry laughed, feeling his dick still inside her pumping out cum.

"You know what I mean." She whispered. "Let me try something."

She pointed her wand at her crotch and muttered, "Evanesco semen." Feeling a strange tingle and then dryness. The cum had vanished.

Once Harry's cock had gone limp and slipped out of Hermione, he zipped his pants back up. When the next duel ended, Hermione climbed off of him and righted her skirt, she still wasn't wearing any panties. she plans to snuck off to the bathroom once again to put them back and splash a little water on her face, but when she opened the door, she found that someone was already in there.

"Ginny?" Hermione gasped. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh... nothing." Ginny said wistfully. "Just needed a to get out of that crowd for a while. You?"

"Oh, me too. I wanted to wash my hands." Hermione answered. She splashed some water on her face and washed her hands, taking her time, hopping that Ginny would leave so she could put on her panties.

She felt a hand slip under her dress, fingers feeling the wetness on her vagina, and she jumped. Ginny was behind her, smelling the back of her hair. Before she could talk, Ginny lips brushed across her ear.

"I saw you two in there." She whispered.

"Crap." The blood drained from Hermione's face. "Please don't tell anyone."

She felt Ginny's lips on the back of her neck, kissing the same spot Harry just kissed.

"I won't talk, but I want something in return." Ginny said, turning Hermione around to face her.

"Anything." Hermione begged, feeling weak.

"Harry."

End

Authors Note’s

I’ve got to give credit to my beta kyle, for editing and giving me the idea for Hermione and Harry doing it under her skirt in public. And kyle got the idea from another story called, Keeping it in the Family, Part 2 by Guitar Guru. Great story, go read it.

Other than that, keep up the feedback, I really appreciate it.

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