Lust, Lies, and Betrayal

Here\'s chapter 2. Enjoy. =o)


Harry dressed as quickly as possible and tiptoed out of the trophy room. He glanced around quickly and ran to the Gryffindor common room. As he neared the portrait of the fat lady, he could hear her snoring loudly and began to wonder why they called her a lady.
“Ahem,” He said trying to wake her, and with a god-awful snort she woke up.
“Yes?”
“Purple poxies,” he said and the painting swung open.
He tiptoed in and heard her mumbling something about her beauty sleep. You’d need to sleep for a year, he thought, suppressing a chuckle. The fire had died in the common room but the glowing embers gave Harry just enough ligh see see the back of Hermione’s nightgown as she headed up to the girls’ dormitories. Not wanting to be seen, Harry stood still and waited until he knew she was gone. Oh Harry, you fool, he said to himself. The guilt was starting to set in about what he and Hermione had just done. How could he do this to Ron? Harry yawned, I’ll deal with fret about this in the morning, and he thought to himself and headed up stairs. Once Harry had reached the room he, Ron, Dean, and Seamus shared he undressed quietly and slid into bed.
“Harry?” The voice echoed into the room. Harry felt panic set in.
“Harry, you silly cad. Stay on the broom or you’ll never catch the snitch,” Ron said laughing.
Harry breathed out quietly. Just a dream. Relax. Go to sleep. How could I have done this, he thought to him while drifting off to sleep?

Harry awoke to Ron shaking him angrily and shouting, “Harry how could you? How could you?”
“Ron, I.... It was...” Harry stammered.
“You forget to tell me we had Quidditch practice this afternoon, and I made plans with Hermione.”
“Oh Ron, I’m so sorry. I was busy last night and it slipped my mind,” said Harry, wanting to add because I was slipping it to your girlfriend, strangely enough he no longer felt that guilt or remorse.
“Oh geez Harry,” Ron said, sitting on Harry’s bed, “she’s going to be so mad. She’s been complaining I don’t spend enough time with her. I finally told Cho that I couldn’t see her anymore. It was just too risky, with Hermione being able to go back in time and all. I’m lucky she never found out.”
“Then why were you fucking Cho,” Harry said gritting his teeth. How could he have felt guilty? Ron was cheating on Hermione first. Righteousness set in.
“Ah Harry, you know how it is. Women. I love em. They smell good and taste good. And finally I’m not one of the Weasley boys. With Ginny and I being the last two here, I’m getting noticed.” Ron beamed a huge grin at Harry. Ron hadn’t noticed that he had become quite muscular from all of the Quidditch he had been playing. He had grown amazingly tall and even his bright red hair had darkened.
“I thought you loved Hermione, Ron.”
“Oh, I do. She’s fantastic. So smart, too smart sometimes Harry. She’s always correcting me and it’s okay once in awhile but I’m not a baby. Cho never did that, she’s not so bright herself,” Ron laughed, “and she’s too emotional. Hermione’s the opposite; I’m lucky to see an emotion in her. Always hiding behind her books or her brains. What can I do Harry? I made a mistake, but it’s my mistake so keep it a secret. All right?”
Harry wished he were brave enough to shout out to Ron. He wanted to tell him that Hermione wasn’t cold, she was amazing and maybe Ron just didn’t bring that part out in her. He wanted to tell him how she made him feel last night and how beautiful she was naked in front of him but instead he said, “All right Ron.”
“Thanks Harry. Let’s eat I’m hungry,” Ron’s appetite never ceased to amaze them all.
Just as they head out of the common room they heard, “wait you two.”
They td ard around and Harry felt his loins catch fire, there was Hermione.
“You boys weren\'t going to eat without me were you,” she asked.
“Of course not Mione dear. I wouldleavleave you behind.” Ron’s words sounded like syrup and made Harry want to throw up.
“Mmmm hmmmmm,” she nodded her head and smiled, knowing better.
“I am really excited about tonight Ron; I made some very special plans.”
“Hermione, sweet heart,” he said as they passed through the painting, “there uh, is a small, well, problem with that,” replied Ron.
“Ronald Weasley you better not break plans with me,” she shouted stopping in front of the fat lady, who was now eavesdropping.
“Mione, I’m sorry, I have Quidditch tonight, love. Harry forgot to tell me. Really.”
Hermione turned her hardened gaze towards Harry and intended to give him and earful when they heard, “What were you two doing out so late last night? Hmmmm? Waking me from my beauty sleep and all.”

Harry and Hermione locked eyes and froze. The fat lady!!!
“I wasn’t out late last night and they...Hey, you two were out last night,” Ron said looking confused, “Why?”
Harry felt his face flush and he started stammering, “I... we... and....we are....”
“Hush Harry,” Hermione hissed, “What business is of your Ron? You go do things all of the time and I’m not there.” Then for good measure she stomped her foot and turned her back to Ron, to glare at the fat lady.
“Ah Hermione, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was afraid something dangerous was going on. It always is when Harry’s around, no offense Harry, and if you two were doing something fun, I don’t like being excluded,” Ron looked woeful at Hermione.
Harry was holding his breath and with Ron’s last comment proceeded to get a horrible coughing fit.
“Harry are you all right,” asked Hermione, “I think we need to get you some water. Ron go grab a glass of water please.”
Ron ran to the boys bathroom to grab Harry a drink and Harry stopped coughing. He smiled at Hermione and said, “I don’t know about you but last night was not the kind of fun that I want Ron included in.”
“Harry, you’re not funny. Last night did NOT happen. Forget about it please,” She once again looked into his eyes begging.
“How can I Mione,” he whispered into her ear, “You sure know how to polish a man’s trophy. I’m not busy later you know.” He tried to nuzzle her neck and she slapped him lightly.
“Harry Potter, I needed you to make things even between Ron and I. I hardly enjoyed myself,” she lied.
“Mmmmm, you sure are a good actress Hermione. All of those groans and moans last night sounded so real, “ he said as he grabbed her hand and put it on his bulging crotch, “you sure fooled me.”
She snatched her hand away and through gritted teeth said, “knock it off Harry or I’ll....”
“What Hermione? Do what? Spank me, “ he grinned, “mmmm, please.”
“NO,” she began blushing and getting flustered, “I’ll... I’ll”
Harry leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Nothing sweetheart. You’ll do nothing. But I, on the other hand, want to bend you over right here, hike up your skirt, and fuck you until you can’t remember where you live.” Harry smiled and started coughing as he saw Ron bringing him a glass of water.
He took a drink and looked over at Hermione, who was standing there with her mouth open and breathing very heavy.
“Hermione, you okay,” Harry asked coyly.
Hermione straightened up and turned to Ron, grabbing his arm “so how are you going to make this up to me Ron? I‘m very upset. Poor Harry was trying to comfort me;” She tossed her head back as she said it, so Harry could overhear.
Harry smiled to himself; it felt good to be in control. He didn’t realize that Hermione flustered so easily. She wasn’t cold, she just needed someone to take her off the high horse she’s been straddling, he thought to himself. I will gladly be the one to do so.
“You coming Harry,” shouted Ron.
“Yeah,” replied Harry. He grinned and ran to catch up with the two of them as they headed down to breakfast.