Start of Something New

"This could be the start

Of something new

It feels so right

To be here with you

And now looking in your eyes

I feel in my heart

The start of something new"



--High School Musical, "The Start of Something New"





When Harry arrived at the Burrow an hour later, having taken no less than 6 different Portkeys ("to throw off the Death Eaters" Lupin had said), he was quite ready to finally relax. Mrs. Weasley gripped him in a tight hug when she saw him, and promptly declared just how thin he was. "Dinner will be ready shortly. I hope you like roast beef!" she said.



"Oh, yeah, sounds great," said Harry, whose stomach was growling with hunger.



"Well, then, just go on upstairs. We put you back in Fred and George\'s old room. They finally moved their things completely out of there, so there shouldn\'t be anything left that might be dangerous." She clucked her tongue, and Harry was reminded of the punching telescope that had left Hermione with a black eye that hadn\'t been taken care of until they\'d gone to Diagon Alley. Harry had the suspicion that Mrs. Weasley had made sure they got everything out after that event. "Go on, Harry," she said, waving him upstairs with her hands. "I\'ll call you down when dinner\'s ready."



Harry went upstairs and ran into Ginny. "Ginny!" Harry said nervously. "Uh...hi."



"Hi, Harry," she said calmly. Considering it was only two weeks ago that they had broken up, she seemed relatively calm and polite about it. Without saying another word, she continued past Harry and went downstairs.



"Don\'t mind her," said a voice coming from the room on Harry\'s right. "She\'s okay, really she is." Ron Weasley was standing in the doorway. He seemed possibly even taller and ganglier than before, which, considering Harry had just seen him two weeks ago, didn\'t seem possible. "She did cry the first few days, but she realizes why you did it."



"D-do you?" asked Harry cautiously.



"Of course I do!" said Ron, looking bewildered as to why he wouldn\'t. "You want to keep her safe from You-Know-Who! You\'re doing it for her protection."



Harry said nothing. A mix of emotions was inside him. He still had quite strong feelings for Ginny, but he now had these new ones for Hermione. He felt guilty at betraying Ginny with what had happened with him and Hermione earlier in the day, but they were broken up, so he shouldn\'t feel like he betrayed her, should he? On top of that, he was feeling worried about being Head Boy, and sharing the dorm with Hermione. He wondered what would have happened if he hadn\'t been made Head Boy. Would he still be going back to Hogwarts? No, definitely not. Who knows? He might have ended up living in a tent in the woods, just trying to stay hidden, not really knowing where to find the Horcruxes, or even what the remaining ones were. He couldn\'t imagine a life like that. No, he\'d deal with Hermione on his own. He just needed time to think, and to talk with Hermione, without Ron being there.



"Where\'s Hermione?" asked Harry, making sure to keep his voice perfectly neutral.



"Oh, I think she\'s in her room," said Ron, walking down the hall a few doors and knocking on a door on the left. "Oi! Hermione! Harry\'s here!"



The door flew open, and Hermione stepped out. Harry noticed she was still wearing the same clothes she had before, and once again, kept staring at her chest...which was getting closer. Before his brain, or his cock could register what this meant, he felt himself being grabbed and squeezed like an orange being squeezed into orange juice. "Ulp...Hermione...can\'t...breathe...."



"Oh, I\'m sorry, Harry," said Hermione, letting go of Harry and looking at him. "Have a good two weeks home?" Harry noticed that Hermione was making no mention of their meeting in his bedroom back at Privet Drive, and realized that Ron knew nothing about it, which meant probably no one else did either.



"It was...okay," said Harry. "Got...kind of interesting near the end." He saw Hermione\'s eyes get larger for a split second before Ron spoke up.



"Well, it must be nice being out of the Muggle\'s house, in\'it? Glad to be rid of them forever?" Again, Harry wondered what would have happened had they waited longer to pull him out of Privet Drive. Perhaps, things could have been settled between them. Perhaps he could have made peace with the Dursleys before he left. Too late for that now, thought Harry. I\'ll never see them again.



"Yeah, sure," said Harry.



"C\'mon, let\'s go see if dinner\'s ready! I\'m starving!" said Ron.



"Ron, when are you not hungry?" asked Hermione, with a roll of her eyes. She followed Ron downstairs, with Harry behind her. For reasons unknown, he was drawn to Hermione\'s body again, this time her ass. He\'d never stared at a girl\'s body this way before, not even Ginny, except for the occasional glance down her chest when she leaned over.



Over the summer, Harry noticed that Hermione was never alone with Harry for more than thirty seconds. He had a feeling as to why, and he knew that at some point they would have to talk about it. He decided that if they didn\'t do it before school, that he would bring it up the first night at Hogwarts. Throughout the summer, Harry felt weird. It seemed like his cock was in a constant state of arousal, mostly from Hermione and staring at parts of her body, but some of the time, it was from Ginny too. He didn\'t know what to make of this. He knew what his little brain thought, but his big brain...that was confused.



As it turned out, Harry had to wait until the first night at Hogwarts to say something to Hermione. After the Sorting, and the opening feast, Harry and Hermione walked to their new dorm silently. It was near the top of the castle, not as high as Gryffindor tower, but still very high up. Harry knew from hearing Hermione talk about it that the dorm had supreme privacy, so the Head Boy and Girl could work without being overheard. Harry had one bedroom, Hermione had the other. There was a common bathroom, and the common room of course.



Harry unpacked his things and then changed into his pajamas. Trying to figure out what to do, he finally decided that it was time to stop playing games. He knocked on Hermione\'s door. "Come in," he heard her say. He opened the door, and saw Hermione sitting on the bed, wearing pink pajama pants and a light blue T-shirt, reading a book.



"Hermione...we need to talk," said Harry.



"Oh?" asked Hermione quizzically. "About what?"



"You know what about," said Harry. "You\'ve been avoiding me all summer, and I know why."



Hermione sighed and put the book down on her bed. "Yes," she said.



Harry waited for her to go on. After a few moments, in which the silence was deafening, he spoke again. " \'Yes\'? That\'s all you can say?"



"What would you like me to say?" she asked.



"I don\'t know," said Harry, who was now feeling slightly annoyed. "Something other than \'Yes,\' that\'s for sure!"



"What do you want from me?" asked Hermione, who now also was getting annoyed. "My undying love for you? Me saying, \'Yes, Harry, take me, all of me\'? This isn\'t some story, Harry!"



Harry took a deep breath. He need to calm himself. "Do you regret what happened back at Privet Drive?"



Hermione stared at him. "N-no. I don\'t."



Harry\'s heart skipped a few beats. "You...you don\'t?"



"No. I don\'t. What happened there...was amazing. I couldn\'t regret it. But I don\'t know what it means. And...and I don\'t think we can know what it means, at least not yet."



"What do you mean?" asked Harry.



"Harry...I\'ve noticed you staring at my body. At my boobs...and at my ass. I feel...flattered, but I\'ve also noticed a couple of times you staring at Ginny. I know you have feelings for her still...and you need to work those out before anything can happen between us."



Harry\'s mind was racing faster than his Firebolt could ever go. "Work them out?"



"Yes," said Hermione. "Harry...do...do whatever you need to do. Talk to her, kiss her...f-fuck her, if you need to." Harry was surprised by Hermione\'s language. "I...I don\'t mind. If you need to be able to fuck her on the side, that\'s okay. As long as...as long as I can have you all the rest of the time."



Harry didn\'t quite know what to say. "Hermione...." he began, but she quieted him.



"Harry...I want you. I need you. But...I need you to need me, too. And you can\'t without resolving things with Ginny."



Harry couldn\'t think of what to say. He turned around and started walking towards the door that led back to his room, but Hermione spoke up. "Harry...could...could you stay? Here? With me? Tonight?"



Harry stopped and turned around. "Just...just sleep in my bed tonight? With me? I just...I\'d feel

better if you did."



Harry\'s cock got hard. "Sure, Hermione," he said. "Just...let me turn out the lights in my room."

He went into his bedroom and turned off the lights. When he came back in, he saw Hermione sitting on the bed. Slightly nervous, he pulled off his shirt. Hermione looked at him. "Um...I normally sleep without a shirt," said Harry, "but if that makes you uncomfortable..."



"No, it\'s okay," said Hermione. "In fact..." She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled her shirt off. Harry didn\'t realize until then that she wasn\'t wearing a bra. Seeing her boobs like that made his cock harder. "Is..is this okay? I can put my shirt back on..." She started to put her shirt back on.



"No! It\'s fine," said Harry. Ackwardly, they climbed into the bed together. Harry ended up spooning against Hermione. Her skin was so soft. Unsure what he should do with his hands, he finally decided to go for it. He put his hands on her tits, and when she said nothing, he relaxed a bit. Harry was sure he wasn\'t going to be able to sleep tonight, but the next thing he knew, he was fast asleep with Hermione.