HARRY POTTER AND THE STONE OF DUMBLEDORE’S MANOR

CHAPTER TWELVE

Love Gone Wrong and a Mistake of a Lifetime


Harry awoke the next morning in his four poster bed. He turned, grabbing his glasses off the night stand, and looked to his right. Ron was sprawled out on his back, his legs over the edge of the bed. Harry thought to himself: She rather sleep with him? How does he not crush her?
Harry got up and went to get dressed. He had thought all night of what he wanted to do as part of his plan. He knew he needed Love Potion, but he did not know where he could find some. Heading down the long, winding stone steps, he headed for the hospital wing to visit Hermione. Arriving he sat next to Hermione, who was still not awake. Harry held her hand, then lightly kissed her lips as she laid there, so silent and peaceful. He spoke quietly to her, as Madame Pomfrey was walking behind him at that moment.

“Hey Hermione, How are you feeling? You know, I’m trying to figure out how to be with you. Just me and you., I don’t think we belong apart. I got to go, but I will always love you. And Ill be with you soon.” He kissed her lips again, and then left her to her peacefulness.

Harry and Ron had Charms first that morning, sitting in Professor Flitwicks classroom they listened as talked about a charm used to increase the size of something

“It’s all in how you say it.” He was saying, as Ron and Harry looked on in shear boredom. They were practicing on old wand boxes. Harry had made his grow a little, just to shrink to two times its size. Ron had made his explode. As steam inched its way up from the box, Harry looked around (partly from habit), and saw that the chair once occupied by Draco Malfoy was empty. Ron noticed this to, but he explained to Harry, that when Harry had killed his father, Lucius, Draco was taken out of Hogwarts by his death-eater loving mother.
Crabbe and Goyle were sitting where they normally would have if Draco was there. They glared at him, but did not talk to him. Harry returned to his wand box, most of now was the size of a matchbook. Ron had turned his head and Harry saw him glance at Lavender Brown, who was sitting next to Padma Patil. Although his eyes flickered over her for a brief second, Harry saw the return look of Lavender as Ron had looked away. No mistaking, she was still wishing they had not broken up. Harry spent the rest of the lesson in his private thoughts. He even managed to get his wand box to grow to the size of a book. Ron had still not managed to make his grow. Harry took his wand, and with a quick glance at Flitwick to make sure he was doing something else, flicked his wand at Ron’s box. It grew instantly.

The bell rang as everyone gathered their things and headed for the door. Ron headed out ahead of Harry, as they still were not willing to spend anymore time together then they had to. Harry went back to the common room for his free period, as Ron had gone with Neville to play snap-cards (yes, one bad move, and the deck explodes). Harry sat near the fire, where he had so many times with Hermione and Ron. Looking into the fire, Harry had drifted into a thoughtless stare into the back of the fireplace. Voices behind him carried him out of his stare. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were entering the common room laughing.

“So I tell her, you can buy it if you got the galleons! She wanted to pay me in Sugar Snakes.” Dean laughed as Seamus said a retort that Harry did not hear.

“So, she wanted to buy love potion, eh? Me mam said that stuff doesn’t work right.” Seamus told Dean. Harry hurried to his feet, and walked over to Dean, who had just sat down at the chess table in the corner.

“Hey, Dean. You got love potion, mate?” Harry asked him. Dean looked at him for a moment then nodded.

“Who’s the lucky girl, Potter?” He said, pulling out a vial of pink potion. Harry dug in his sock and came out with three galleons.

“Oh, it isn’t for me. It’s for a friend.” Harry said, handing Dean the Galleons. Dean handed Harry the vial, which he abruptly put in his robe pocket. Harry smiled broader than he had in a while. This was going to be fun…

Three days later, Hermione had recovered enough to sit up in the hospital bed. Ron had been by to see her a lot, and Harry came in once or twice with Ron in tow, to see her.

“All better, Just some swelling in the back and belly.” Hermione announced to Ron and Harry. Ron reached up a kissed her lips, and she returned the favor. “So, when can I leave from here?” She asked them.

“Tonight, Madame Pomfrey says you’re completely healed! So, what do you want to do tonight?” Ron asked. She shrugged. “How about we just relax? After all, I am still a bit weak yet.” Hermione said her eyes on Ron. He nodded.

Harry got up from the chair and headed for the door. “Where are you off to?” Hermione asked him. Harry turned and said, “I’ll be back. Don’t worry.” Turning he walked out of the hospital wing. Making his way to the Great Hall, Harry opened the large, steel doors and entered. Students were talking and eating. Harry found his target. He walked halfway up the Gryffindor table and sat beside Lavender Brown.

“Hey Lavender, Ron asked me to give this to you.” He pulled a parchment from his robe and handed it to her. She read it aloud.

Lavender,

Meet me in the common room at 10:00 tonight.

Ron

Lavender smiled. She thanked Harry, who got up and left her. He had another letter to deliver. He ran all the way back up to the hospital wing, but there was no reason to. Ron had come out just as he hit the staircase.

“Ron! I’ve got a letter for you.” Harry said, shoving the envelope into his hands. Ron looked at it.

“Who is it from?” Ron asked. He turned the envelope in his hands.

“I don’t know. Some girl gave it to me.” Harry lied quickly. Ron looked at it then tore it open. It read the same as Lavenders, but from her instead of to her. Ron looked puzzled. Then he shrugged.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to see what she wants. What about Hermione?” Ron asked.

“I’ll take her to the library annex. Since ole Pince retired, no one is manning the library at night.” Harry explained. Ron looked at him suspiciously then shrugged. “Ok.” He said, folding the envelope and stuffing it into his back pocket.

The day went by fast after that. Harry had prepared the pumpkin juice spiked with the love potion, and sat it on the common room table, along with some cookies. At a quarter to ten, he backed out of the room and waited in the shadows of the stone steps that led up to the boys’ dormitory. He told Hermione he would meet her in the hallway outside the common room at ten forty-five.

At about nine fifty, the common room door swung open, and in came Lavender. She looked around, and then sat near the fire on the couch. The room was pitch black, but Harry could make out her face from the fire light. A minute or two later, Ron stumbled in through the portrait hole. He caught sight of Lavender and walked over to her. They hugged as friends would, then both sat down at the couch.
“So….How have you been?” Ron started. Great opening line, dickweed. Harry thought.

“Fine. You?” She asked, picking up the glass of Pumpkin Juice Harry left them. She did not take a sip.

“Good. Just been…you know…busy.” Ron said, mimicking her, and picking up the glass of Pumpkin Juice. She nodded, and then took a swig. Harry smiled. The effect was almost instant.

Lavender got a glassy look to her eyes, which alarmed Ron. “Are you alright?” He asked. She answered him by grabbing his face and kissing him as deeply as one human can kiss another. Ron backed off, but his face immediately took the same way as Lav’s had. Harry couldn’t understand why at first. Ron had not drank any of the potion. But then, Harry figured it out. Lav still had traces of the potion on her lips as she kissed Ron. It transferred to Ron’s lips, and he must have ingested some of it.
Ron opened her mouth wider with his tongue. After they kissed each other fiercely, Ron grabbed Lavender by the arm and ran to the portrait and disappeared through the hole. Harry quickly followed them to the broom closet behind the one-eyed witch in the southern hallway.
Ron closed the door as he and Lav entered the closet. Harry took position in the broom closet on the left of the one they were in. Using his x-ray charm, he cast the wall clear.
Ron began to kiss Lav again, his kisses becoming rougher. Ron did not look down as he ripped her shirt off, not bothering to undo the buttons. He bent down and pulled her pants down and kicked them to the side of the closet. Lav, in her bra and undies, grabbed Ron’s pulsing manhood. She slipped her hand up to his belt and undid it, throwing it over his head. He ripped off her bra and undies in one swift motion. Both bare naked, Ron kissed her once more and layed her on the cold floor, her legs in the air. Ron laid sprawled out on the stone, his face at her sweetness. With a gentle scrape of his tongue, Lav exploded a deep moan from her throat. He licked her wet hole as she continued to moan. Opening her legs more, he sucked on the small bit of skin that held her flower. She moaned louder than ever. Grabbing his hair, she arched back, and dug her long nails into his scalp. Ron stopped the sucking and came up to kiss her lips. She could taste herself on his lips. He continued to kiss her lips as his fingers gently pushed into her, where his tongue had just been.

“Oh, Ron!” She protested. He wiggled his fingers a little, which made her scream in delight. He stopped kissing her, and went to her tits. Gently, he bit the ends of her nipples. The pain and pleasure that seared through her body made her pull his hair. He pulled his fingers out and straddled her. His hard, wet dick popped into her mouth. She closed her mouth around it, causing Ron to moan. The suction she created made him cum in her mouth after just a few minutes, the hot liquid spilling from the tip of his cock, into her waiting mouth. She swallowed, allowing him to pull out of her mouth. Ron turned her onto her knees, her ass in the air. His cock already dripping, he gently pushed the tip in, then to tease her, pulled it out again. She moaned a little. She wanted him. This time, he filled her puckered hole completely. Holding onto her hips, he gently rocked her, his upper legs hitting her ass cheeks as he drove in at a faster pace. Her moans became louder, and she shouted Ron’s name several times. Pumping faster and harder, Ron placed his left forefinger into her wetness and jiggled. That sent Lav over the edge. Her hair whipping around from the force of Ron’s fucking, she came, her juice spreading on Ron’s finger.

Harry, who was watching from the closet next door, could hear faint footsteps approaching. Looking at his watch, he found that it was ten forty. He could barely hear he steps over the soft moans that now issued from the throat of Lavender. At that moment, Harry saw Ron flip Lavender over and stick his hard rod into her waiting opening. This time, Ron did not start gentle, but rather made it rough. He pounded her mercilessly as he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up to meet the full shaft. Ron exploded his ribbon of sperm into her, warming her. She buckled from her orgasm. He rolled off her, not holding her, but rather laying down tired.

Harry took his chance. He stepped out from the closet and ran right into Hermione.

“Harry! I was just about to go back. I didn’t think you were here.” She smiled brightly at him. Harry put on his best sympathy smile for her.

“What’s wrong, Harry?” Hermione asked, noting his face. Harry pointed to the closet that Ron and Lavender were in. Hermione walked over and opened the closet door. Inside, laid Ron and Lavender, Both naked. Ron looked at the door and saw Hermione. Something seemed to snap inside him as he looked at Lavender, who started to dress.
Hermione sobbed and looked at the both of them. She turned on her heels and ran crying down the hall. Ron dressed quickly, running after her, still putting on his shirt. He caught up to her in the common room. He grabbed her by the waist as she tried to avoid his grasp. They both fell onto their knees, Ron still holding onto Hermione’s waist. Crying, she buried her face in her arms. Ron tried to turn her to face him, but she would not budge. She fidgeted a little and he loosened his grasp on her, but did not let go.

“Hermione! Would you please stop moving and talk to me!” He said, finally getting her turned around to face him. Her face puffy and red, full of tears, she looked Ron straight in the eyes.

“I’m sorry, Hermione! I don’t remember anything about that.” He said, still holding onto her waist. She pushed on his chest to try to get away.

“Let me go, Ron! You lying, cheating bastard!” She said, hitting him on the chest. He hugged her tightly as she went limp. She pushed one more time as hard as she could on his chest. He let her go. She flew to her feet and up the spiral stone steps to the girls’ dorm. Ron still sat on the floor on his knees. Tears rolled down his face and into his lap. What had he just done? Why did he jeopardized what was plainly what he wanted? He didn’t know. He felt like his world ended when she went up those stairs. Lavender came in and went to pat his shoulder. He slumped away from her and told her where she could put her comforting hand. Upset and beaten emotionally, he made his way to his bed.


Harry had slinked up to his room undetected before Ron had. Harry laid in bed waiting for Ron to tell him what happened, but to his great surprise, Ron simply laid in his bed, without putting on his pajamas, and stared at the ceiling. Harry had done what he was supposed to do for tonight. Tomorrow, Hermione truly would be his. He fell asleep, those thoughts in his mind.

The sun poked through the curtains as Harry stretched his legs. He had slept in, as it was a Sunday. Looking over at Ron’s bed, he found that it was empty. Dressing at top speed, he made his way to the Great Hall, where he spotted Hermione, but no Ron. Lavender was sitting with the same group she always had. Harry sat along side of Hermione, who was staring into thin air.

“Hermione? How are you doing?” Harry asked. She seemed to come to herself as she turned to him.

“Oh, Harry. Hi. I didn’t hear you coming. Fine. Except my lover is a cheating, lying bastard…You?” She asked him, her eyes twinkling. Harry felt guilty for putting her in all this pain as she sat still.

“I wish there was something I could do for you…” Harry thought. He hadn’t thought to offer her the chance to talk about it. She looked at him for a moment. The spoke.

“Actually…..There is something you can do for me.” Hermione said, whispering in his ear. Harry’s eyebrows raised.

“I can do that.” He said, a small smile forming. She smiled back, then left the table and headed out of the Great Hall. Harry waited a few minutes then followed her. Retching the door to the boys’ dorms, Harry raced upstairs. Hermione, he saw, was laying on one of the poster beds. She tapped the spot beside her. Harry came and sat down beside her.

“Are you sure no one will be in here or hear us?” Harry asked. She shook her head. She lazily flicked her wand at the door. It sealed itself, and an orange glow around the door meant she had cast a spell so no noise could erupt. “And you know Ron will be coming up? How will he get through the door?” Harry asked.

“Because, I taught him how to unlock those spells a while ago. Anyway, what’s the first move?” She asked, a smile painted on her lips.

Harry stripped his robes off. He leaned over and took Hermione’s lips onto his. Etching her lips with his tongue, she opened and let him explore her mouth. He raised his hand to her neck and held her chin up. Hermione reached down and took Harry’s shirt off (with difficulty, as he would not break the kiss). She threw the shirt onto the end of the bed. Harry started to undo Hermione’s pants, but she flicked her wand, and they flew off her and onto the floor. Harry grabbed her shirt by the back, and pulled it over her head. She was not wearing a bra. Her underwear still on, Harry pulled her all the way off the bed. Placing her knees on the ground, he bent her over onto the bed. Taking great care, he bent down and took her underwear off and let them hang at her ankles. Harry undressed the entire way. Pulling Hermione back a little more roughly then he had wanted; he kissed her on the lips again, dribbling a lick down her neck past her collarbone and to her breasts, where he gently stroked them with his fingers. Hermione sensed his excitement. She reached behind her and grabbed his dangling rock. Using her hand, she pumped him, making sure to do the whole length of his rod. Harry moaned a little as the pumping went faster. Before he could explode, Harry laid down on the floor next to the bed. Hermione guided him into her soft flesh. Riding on top of Harry, Hermione began to rub his chest, sometimes leaning all the way onto him, causing a moan to echo. A rhythmic up and down motion kept Harry holding onto Hermione’s waist. She bent down, as the pumping continued, and kissed his lips. Her hair falling into his face, she moaned loudly as she kissed him again. With a swift motion, Harry had flipped Hermione onto her knees and was pounding her hard doggy style. Her whimpering and moaning made him more excited. Hermione parted her fleshy lips for more control as he bucked her one final time before he exploded into her, making her cry out in pleasure. He pulled out, standing up, his hard, wet meat pulsating. Hermione got on her knees and took his manhood into her mouth. Licking around the shaft and tip, Harry grabbed her head and pushed gently on her. He wanted her whole mouth to be enveloped around his length. Harry moaned softly. At the point of him exploding, he took his member from her mouth and laid her on the bed, her legs sticking off the side. He parted her legs and placed them on his shoulders. Grabbing her ass, he shifted her onto his waiting wand. He grabbed onto her waist after she was guided in. He lost all control. He was aware he was going hard and fast, and Hermione did not seem to mind. Her wild outburst drove him deeper inside her. Before he spurted his seed in her, he pulled out and yanked onto his wet member, spurting his seed on Hermione’s stomach and breasts. He released a huge moan as did Hermione. Harry laid beside her, kissed her lips, and rubbed his hand along her secret spot. She kissed him back. A little while later, they had cleaned up. Hermione was surprised.

“I thought Ron would come. Oh, well. It was worth it.” She smiled, kissing him again as she released the spells she cast. What Hermione did not know, was that Ron was watching……From the stone Harry had lost, and the one he had just found among his things in his trunk. Harry had placed it in the wrong trunk. Now, Harry would never, ever know where it was hidden. With a mighty crack of Ron’s wand, the blue glowing stone busted into a hundred small pieces. Ron had gotten Harry back, and this would be felt for a long, long time……