Time Alone With Herself

Note - This story is about to be moved to Harry Potter General Stories or something because of the introduction of different characters. It is still a Harry Hermione story, but Ginny gets her own little side story.

Hermione couldn't believe how many times her libido had gotten her in trouble. She had gotten herself pregnant, tricked Harry in to marring her, dropped out of school, and now, she was being blackmailed, all because she didn't have any self control. She couldn't believe how stupid she was to have been seen having sex, and it wasn't even that good. Now Ginny was demanding a go with Harry, or she'd tell everyone that little miss smarty pants, Hermione Potter, was really just a dirty little slut. And what hurt the most was, Hermione really felt like a dirty little slut. She hated herself for letting her urges get the best of her.

She couldn't bring herself to tell Harry about Ginny and her demands. It was her fault she was in this situation, and she wasn't going to put him through any more aggravation because of her. It wasn't that she was afraid Harry would get mad, in fact, she knew that he wouldn't even get upset. Harry had married her without question, and when she told him Nicholas wasn't his, he accepted it like it was nothing. She felt guilty for always taking advantage of his generosity, and this time, she was going to fix this on her own.

"But how?" She moaned, her mind numb after trying to find a way out of her predicament.

She could go to Ginny, try to reason with her, but she knew that firry redhead wouldn't back down once her heart's been set on something. She could try erasing Ginny's memory, but magic like that was too tricky, even for her. One mistake could mean spending a few years in Azkaban or she might alter the wrong memory, or even wipe Ginny's mind clean all together. Her best bet would be using the Polyjuice again.

There were two big hurdles she had to overcome before her plan would ever work. First, she would have to become a convincing Harry. After that, she would have to come up with the perfect ruse to get Ginny and "Harry" together. Becoming Harry was the easy part, considering she knew him better than anyone else. Getting alone with Ginny was going to be tricky, she couldn't just turn in to Harry, drop by The Burrow, and ask Mr. and Mrs. Weasley if she could borrow their daughter for a night of hot sex. She would have to make Ginny believe that Harry was really sleeping with her, but Harry would never cheat. She thought about it until her head hurts, then it hit her, if Polyjuice Potion could be the answer to one of her problems, it might be the answer to this one.

She sent an owl to Ginny, telling her to meet her in a pub near the outskirts of town. It was a dark ominous place that felt right for the kind of plotting and manipulation Hermione was planning. She sat down on an old wooden bar stool and ordered a drink, waiting for her red headed friend to arrive. The liqueur burned her throat, making her want to gag, but it helped to calm her down. The wind was blowing hard outside and there was still no sign of Ginny, so she ordered another drink, this one making her head spin just a little. The smell of the old oak floors reminded her of her grandparents house, made her remember a time when her life wasn't filled with sex and lies. She missed the innocence of childhood, and wished someday she could feel the same relaxing comfort of believing everything would fix itself in the end.

"So." Ginny called out when she arrived. "What's it going to be?"

"Ginny, I think I know a way that we can both be happy." Hermione said, trying to start the conversation her own way. "I think I know how you can have Harry, and he won't have to know it was you."

"Really?" Ginny asked, surprised that Hermione was going along with her demands. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I was doing a little light reading and I stumbled across a potion that might be able to help us. It's something called Polyjuice Potion, and it's supposed to turn you in to someone else. Now, there are laws against using something like that, but since we're not planning on committing any crime with it, we should be fine."

"Turns you in to someone else?" Ginny pondered. "How's that going to help?"

Hermione continued. "Well, I was thinking, Harry and I had a little trip planned next week. We're going to visit the country side, and while we're there, have a little fun together. My idea is, with this Polyjuice Potion, you could switch places with me, have your fun with Harry, then sneak out before he even knows the difference."

A grin broke across Ginny's face. "Wow. Only you could come up with a plan that complicated. But if you think that plan will work, I'm happy with it."

"And, you promise, that if I let you do this, you won't tell anyone about it, or about seeing Harry and I together at the party, right?"

Ginny nodded, "Yeah, not a soul."

The next week, Hermione convinced Harry that she was going to her mother's house for a few days, and that he should stay home and take care Nicholas while she was gone. The hotel they were supposedly going to be vacationing at was a quiet little place by the ocean. It looked like it was an old mansion that had been renovated in to a cozy little resort. It had marble floors and chandelier lighting, but it's greatest attraction was that it was magic friendly, which meant apparating to and from it would be easy.

Hermione arrived hours early to set her plan in to action. She checked in under the name Granger, knowing better than to use the name Potter. She headed up to the room and started making it look like two people were staying there, placing out piles of luggage and putting a pair of Harry's old glasses on the night stand. She hid the bottles of Polyjuice Potion around the room, just in case her hour ran out and she needed a quick dose, she wasn't going to let Ginny get the best of her again. When she was sure the room looked the part, she headed down to the hotel bar to wait for Ginny.

"So, are you sure this Polyjuice Potion idea will work?" Ginny asked when she finally arrived.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Hermione answered, handing her the vile with her hair in it. "Once you drink it, you'll have less than an hour before you change back."

"Just an hour?" Ginny asked, her eyes narrowing. "I might as well go tell the daily prophet what I saw right now."

"You're really pushing it, but fine, there is enough in there for about two hours if you drink half now and the other half an hour later. Just make sure you drink it or you'll change back with Harry in the room and he might freak out, maybe even attack you."

"He would attack me." Ginny laughed. "You just don't want him finding out."

She was right, but Hermione wasn't going to let her know it. With a straight face she replied, "With Voldemort and his death eaters still out there, he probably would."

Ginny winced at the name Voldemort, the old childhood stories still frightening enough to keep her from calling Hermione's bluff. "Fine, I'll make sure he doesn't find out. And I promise I won't tell anyone about this, about any of this."

Hermione handed Ginny a set of the same night clothes she was wearing, and while Ginny was changing in to her, she slipped upstairs and changed in to Harry. It had been a while since she had had a used the Polyjuice Potion and she had forgotten the strange melting sensation that accompanied it. Her breast sank in to her chest, her vagina melted together and a cock sprouted out from between her legs. Her eyes blurred, her smooth skin became rough and calloused, muscles bubbling up under it. She heard the rattle of a door knob being turned and she jumped in to be before she even finished transforming.

When the door opened and she saw herself walk through it, it startled her until she remembered that it was all part of her plan. Ginny looked just like her, but she didn't walk the same way. If it had been the real Harry sitting there in that bad, he would have known. But the fake Harry greeted the fake Hermione with a smile.

"What took you so long?" Hermione said in a deep voice. "I was getting lonely."

Ginny swung her hips like a prostitute as she walked through the room, pissing Hermione off. Just because she let Ginny use her body didn't mean she should degrade it like that.

"Oh, I was just getting a drink." Ginny answered, trying her best to sound like Hermione.

Hermione couldn't believe her plan was working. Ginny was so nervous that she would be able to notice if Hermione made any mistakes. Breathing a sigh of relief, she patted the bad and said, "Come on, the night's still young."

Ginny sat down and gave Hermione a quick little kiss. Hermione could tell she was trying to be bold, trying to act like it was just another kiss between lovers, but she could tell just how long the red headed girl had been longing for a taste of Harry's lips. The kiss lasted much longer than any Harry and Hermione even had.

"Well someone is a little eager." Hermione said when Ginny finally pulled away.

Ginny hid her surprise with a cough. Quickly changing the subject, she asked, "Guess who I bumped in to down stairs?"

Hermione couldn't tell where she was going with that question, but she couldn't blow her cover. "Who?" She asked nervously.

"No one really." She said, crawling up on to Hermione's body. "Just a woman that reminded me of that Weasley girl."

It took all of her will power not to punch Ginny. Trying her best to sound casual she asked, "Ginny Weasley?"

"Yeah. She had the same hair and everything." Ginny answered. "I wish my hair was perfect like hers. Mine is all bushy and hard to keep nice."

Hermione's blood was starting to boil, but there was nothing she could do but play along. "That's alright, 'Mione. Your hair is a hundred times better than hers."

Ginny gritted her teeth and forced a smile. "Oh, you're just saying that to make me feel better."

A loving grin broke across Hermione face. She brushed her hand through Ginny's hair, saying. "Ginny's hair couldn't hold a candle to yours. Now let’s stop talking about her and get back to the fun."

Hermione was mixed up inside. On one hand, she wanted to be nice to Ginny, to let her enjoy her first time with Harry. She knew Ginny truly cared for Harry, and that having sex with him was just an excuses to fell close to him, to experience intimacy with the man she had a crush on ever since she was a little girl. But on the other hand, Hermione was frustrated about how Ginny went about getting her chance with Harry. To go to such underhanded tactics like using blackmail for sex, it was disgraceful, and for that, Hermione wanted to punish her.

And on a third, smaller hand, she enjoyed the idea of having kinky body switching sex with a cute red headed girl without her even knowing what happened.

"Lie back baby." Hermione said, mimicking Harry's charm. "I'll make your body tingle with magic you've never know."

"Oh, Harry..." Ginny rolled her eyes, hiding her excitement behind bemusement.

Hermione dipped her head down between Ginny's legs, her legs, and gave her pussy a soft playful kiss. The last time she had been down on her own crotch, it was Harry feeling her lips. Ginny wasn't as shy as Harry was. When Hermione's lips made contact with her sex, she jumped, but quickly forced herself to relax. Hermione licked Ginny's wet slit, tasting herself on her tongue. She danced her tongue around, pulling the excited folds in to her lips. She found Ginny's clit with her bottom lip and began her loving assault, attacking it with a gentle lashing of her tongue. Ginny's hips were bucking up and down, she was clearly more stimulated by the situation than by Hermione's mouth, but it was a close second. Hermione melded her lips around it, munching away with wet suction, even brushing her teeth across it every now and then.

It was hard for Hermione to imagine what was going on in Ginny's head. She could tell Ginny was enjoying it herself by the way her body twitched. But she knew Ginny must also be feeling awful for tricking someone she loved. Hermione had felt the same way when she was having sex with Harry to trick him in to marring her. She still hated the red headed girl for putting her in this situation, but she felt sorry for the torment she must be dealing with.

"I love you, you know." Hermione said, knowing that even though it would probably make Ginny fell worse, it would also feed the craving she had to feel closer to Harry. Ginny would know it wasn't her Harry was talking about, but hearing those words were the best Hermione could offer.

"I love you too." Ginny cried, hiding her anguish with a fake moan.

Hermione knew she had to keep up her side of the act or else Ginny figure out something was wrong. They were playing the roles of husband and wife on a lovers retreat, so Hermione needed to play the part. With Ginny properly stimulated, Hermione climbed in to position. She placed her cock where her lips just were, feeling her saliva mixed with Ginny's excitement cooling in the air. Slowly she pushed the tip inside, staring in to Ginny's eyes, trying desperately to read what was on her mind. There was this spark of worried excitement in Ginny's eyes that Hermione couldn't understand. It looked like Ginny was begging her to stop, but also hopping she wouldn't.

There was only one answer that made any sense, Ginny must be a virgin. Not the body she was in, but the real Ginny. Something in Ginny's eyes told Hermione that even with all the boy friend’s she had back at school, none of had gone as far as they were going right now, and that worried Hermione. She knew there wouldn't be any pain for Ginny, since it was her body and her hymen had been broken years ago. She was more worried about what Ginny was feeling to be having her first time under a lie. But even if she was worried, she had a job to do. Any more delay and Ginny might find out, and that would be even worse.

She pushed her cock deeply in to Ginny's waiting hole, feeling her shudder as each inch filled her. Hermione gave Ginny a second to get lost in the sensation before she started thrusting her hips against Ginny's. It was strange to see all the weird faces Ginny's was making with her own face, it was like looking in to a perverted mirror. She could tell Ginny was overwhelmed by all the new sensations and that she wanted to scream out in frustrated pleasure, but all the red haired girl could do was just to lay back and pretend everything was normal.

Ginny was smiling, but it was a fake smile, a reluctant smile. Her body was accepting, acting eager for Hermione's cock, but there was a hint of reluctance in her muscles. Hermione almost felt like a rapist, and her victim was just playing along to survive. But this was what Ginny wanted, she forced Hermione in to this situation. No of it made any sense, so Hermione pushed the thought to the back of her mind and focused on the task at hand.

"Oh." Ginny moaned. "It feels so good."

Hermione couldn't tell if she was faking or not, so she played along. "You like that, baby?"

"Yes Harry, fill me." Ginny pleaded. "Deeper."

Hermione grabbed Ginny's hips, gripping her soft firm butt, and pulled her up to meet her thrusts. From that angle, her rock hard erection was straining up under Ginny's skin, the tip showing through the her taut stomach. It had been a while since Hermione have fucked someone as a man and she had forgotten how driven the male mind became during sex. She had to fight just to stay in control. The male part of her mind wanted to go wild and ravish Ginny, while the female part wanted to be gentle, still feeling sorry for her. But as her thrusts became deeper, rougher, her mind slowly began to slip away. She caught herself almost yelling out Ginny's name, which at this point, the male part of her mind didn't care what would happen if she did.

Her body slapped against Ginny's, her cock churning the red haired girls insides like butter. Hermione felt that strange tight heat in her groin that begged for release, but she held off the urge as long as she could. Her breathing got ragged, she eyes straining just to stay open. The strangely erotic look on Ginny's face, her face, excited her almost as much as the wet hotness enveloping her sensitive cock. Her fingers began getting antsy, her muscles contracting involuntarily, she was so close to the edge she could see forever on the horizon. Everything felt rushed, all sensations built up, then in an eruption of electric pleasure, her body washed over in rippling orgasm.

In an instant, her mind suddenly filled with horrible worries and doubts, she was cheating on Harry. She had been so worked up about Ginny's feelings and her own irritation, that she had forgotten all about her husband, the man she loved. Hadn’t she hurt him enough with her lust fuelled acts? With her whole body lost in climax, she tired desperately to stop, to pull out, to end what never should have happened, but her body had given itself over to the pleasure. It was her fault Ginny had seen Harry and her having sex in the first place. If she had been in control of her urges, then Ginny would have had anything to blackmail her with and neither of them would in this situation.

She saw Ginny's face screw up with her own reluctant climax. Seeing herself flutter in pleasure reminded Hermione that even before the blackmail, it was her fault any of this happened. If she hadn’t gotten herself pregnant, or tricked Harry in to marrying her, no of this would have happened. She felt sick with guilt, her body still pumping Ginny full of Harry's seed. If it wasn't for Hermione, the real Harry might have been here, taking Ginny's virginity, instead of this lie. Harry had told Hermione that he loved Ginny way back when she was first seducing him. As her orgasm subsided, she pulled herself off of Ginny, splashing her stomach with cum from her still twitching cock. She felt like her whole life was a lie.

"Harry, are you alright?" Ginny asked, trying to sound concerned without being too suspicious.

Hermione panicked, she shouldn't have stopped so abruptly. She looked around for any sort of distraction, and the perfect one presented itself. "Oh, I was just getting thirsty." She said. "We've been going at it for almost an hour now."

Ginny's eyes went white with horror. An hour meant both of their Polyjuice Potions were about to wear off. "Do you want me to go get you a drink?" Ginny offered innocently.

"Sure babe." Hermione said, relieved her distraction worked. "Hurry back."

As Ginny dressed then hurried out of the room, Hermione grabbed the small vile she had stowed under the bed and swallowed it down in one gulp. Even though she wasn't transforming, she potion still made her insides feel like live eels, gross.

She still couldn't believe what she had done. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment that made her worry so much. She didn't like the situation she was in, but it was the best solution she had. Maybe it would have been better to tell Harry, and maybe someday she would. But right now, she had to finish what she started, and if one more hour with Ginny would fix her problem, then it was something she was going to do.

A few minutes later she heard the door handle rattle. She checked the mirror to make sure she still looked like Harry, then slipped back under the covers. But when the door opened, it wasn't Ginny in Hermione’s body who walked through, it was just Ginny, red hair and all.

"Ginny?" Hermione asked in disbelief.

"No honey, it's me." Ginny replied, trying her best to act like Hermione without over doing it.

Hermione was shocked, but not enough to break character. "Hermione?"

"Yeah, it's a little surprise I've been working up for the last few weeks." Ginny explained. "Remember the Polyjuice Potion we used back in our second year?"

Hermione was baffled, the Polyjuice Potion was supposed to be a secret between Harry, Ron and herself. But she remembered that Ginny was in the room when they explained everything to Dumbledore after they had made it out of the Chamber of Secrets. Hermione wasn't sure where Ginny was planning to go with this, but suddenly all of her feeling sorry for Ginny disappeared.

"Polyjuice Potion? Well that's an interesting surprise." Hermione hid her anger behind a smile. "You really are a clever girl, Hermione."

Ginny smiled, "I sure am."

End


Author's notes

Sorry this chapter took so long to get out, I just moved and my work with the Army is getting to me. Anyways sorry for the wait, and look forward to the next chapter, which should be coming out soon.

And again, I'm looking at moving this story, so either look for it through my profile or in general section. I might leave it here because it is still primarily Harry/Hermione, but I don't want any more complaints.

Also, I'm still looking for any form of input or suggestions.