Mad Snorkacks and Englishmen

A/N: Wow, okay, readers, I think this is the first time I've ever been this nervous to post a chapter. I have a feeling its going to be somewhat controversial. It sure did freak me out by the time I got to the end, but just know that it's not trying to be random but fit to later events. Things are starting to get a little rough for Harry. I really have no idea how you all will react to this, but please don't throw anything! :0



tommy, here's what you were waiting for, but I don't know if its going to be what you imagined. Sneakyfox and pettrum, glad you enjoyed the threesome! LoMarie, I have to agree with you on a lot of that. I found R/Hr in a school romance one thing, but getting married seemed kind of crazy considering. I always expected that couple to end in divorce, lol. radio, these kids are going to do a lot more groping as they continue to try to find their way in this sexual journey, so prepare for some angst along the way. Soft and PE, I totally loved Luna's punishment, too! *sigh* Harry is a dream. Oh, and PE, sorry you got so emotional! I thought that Ginny had some time to get used to the idea that she'd lost her man to another woman, but I agree that it was a tough thing for her to go through. I felt Harry had to be very clear with her so there weren't any mixed signals, though, and I was proud of Ginny for being grown up enough to adjust emotionally. I thought it was actually pretty mature of him to get it out of the way first considering nooky was at stake.



Okay, so, well, *gulp*, here's more intense messiness.









Chapter 26: Man-Size







Hermione sat on the stool with her bum gone completely numb as she wrapped her hands around her shoulders tighter, her wand poking out of one fist. Her nerves were a different matter, vibrating her skin as she twitched and jumped at every sound. Harry had been gone over two hours now and she wasn’t sure if she should be hunting for him or protecting their camp. The bushy haired girl was on the verge of being livid or sick with worry, she wasn’t sure which, and her eyes shone as she peered out into the darkness in hope for some sign of him soon.





He had been so cavalier about needing some alone time when he left, she had assumed that he’d wanted a wank or something as innocent as a walk to clear his head, but now it dawned on her that he had probably met up with Luna somewhere out there. It was a chilly night, though, in what had been a frosty November so far. The winter was shaping up to be a nasty one and Hermione shivered to think of them out here in this bloody tent during the worst of it. What could Harry possibly be doing with the girl out in the forest or wherever they had met up? Just how protective was a warming charm, anyway? She’d already had to cast three of them on herself while she sat here, and she was bundled up with a long sleeved-shirt over her camisole and a heavy jumper over them both, topped off with one of Ron’s hoodies that he’d left behind.





Gah! the thought of Ron just made her want to scream into the blackness as she took another sniff off the sleeve. Every day since he’d gone there had been one question running through her mind like an echo. How could he leave me out here?, Hermione thought again. Well, how could he have left them both, she argued with herself. It wasn’t just about her, although she had been hurt so deeply by Ron’s actions. Yet he’d rejected Harry, too, and the brainy girl still couldn’t wrap her head around his apparent lack of loyalty just to cave in to some petulant jealousy. She had thought Ron had changed. How stupid she felt now to realize that the boy was never going to grow out of his immature antics. He’s being a whiny little bitch, she snorted as the voice sneered in her inner thoughts. What she wanted was a MAN. Someone with some cajones, she smirked, remembering the bit of Spanish she’d learned from a book.





Just then she heard some bushes rustling and a few twigs snap as the sound of footsteps headed toward her. She stood up and cast a Lumos in front of her to shed light on her visitor.





“Harry, is that you?” she whispered urgently, terrified she’d have to face an attacker alone but hoping that their spells were effective enough.





“Yeah, it’s me, Hermione; you can put your wand down.” The voice was definitely Harry’s deep rumble and she complied as the shadow of his form drew closer to her.





When he was back in the glow of the wand that was now aimed at her feet, she could see the wan smile on his face and he looked tired. He was holding two bags in his hand and his rucksack was over his shoulder, something she had not noticed when he’d taken off. She crossed her arms now as she waited for him to explain himself, feeling bloody irritated that he was being so casual about leaving her here by herself for so long. When he had nothing forthcoming, she blurted out her disapproval.





“Do you mind explaining where the bloody hell you’ve been? You left me here for fucking HOURS! What was so important that you would do that to me?" she shouted hoarsely. "Oh, let me guess, shagging Luna again? Of course, sex trumps safety in Harry’s New World Order, doesn’t it?” she ridiculed.





“Whoa, whoa, ‘Mione, shut it for a second and let me speak.” His features turned quickly to hurt then aggravation as he seemed surprised by her outburst. “Let’s get inside and I’ll explain. Bloody Christ, since when did you get so foul-mouthed?”





He didn’t wait for an answer but bent his head to enter through the tent’s opening still carrying his heavy sacks. Hermione was intrigued enough to follow, but her arms stayed crossed as she entered behind him. Once inside, he lit up one of the other kerosene lamps they had in abundance and turned it to a low setting as he set his packs on the small table they had erected from one of the benches. When he turned back to her, he had something in his hand. It looked like a dish with a lid and there was steam rising from it.





“What is that?” she asked suspiciously as the aroma of chicken wafted over her.





“It’s soup. The girls brought us food from the Hogwarts kitchen.”





Hermione’s response was instantaneous as she reached for it and took hold of the hot container. Ripping off the top, she breathed in the broth’s scent deeply and then started to slurp from the edge, not even bothering to wait for a spoon. Her belly groaned fitfully as it finally felt some sustenance grace its walls. She stumbled her way to the small bench next to the table and only looked up from her bowl when she was halfway through. When she saw Harry’s face again, he was sitting across from her and handing her some bread. She snatched it from his hand and shoved a piece in her mouth quickly. Oh, it was so good, so fucking tasty. Her eyes were closed as she consumed the meal, feeling stronger and warmer with the ingestion.





By the time she was done, her anger had dissipated and she looked across to her friend with some gratitude. She had really needed that. The meager consumptions they’d been forced to endure had worn on her energy and feeling quite revitalized her astute mind reviewed Harry’s words to her again to fixate on one word.





“Ah, that was lovely. Wait a minute; girls? Who else was out here? What was going on, Harry, why didn’t you tell me you had a meeting planned?”





“Because I knew you would give me shit for it, why else? I called Luna because I was randy and I’d told her last time that I’d be asking for her in a few weeks. I wish I could say I was collecting information, but I wanted her, okay?” He raised one eyebrow and then looked a bit wary, his teeth tucking one side of his bottom lip as he debated telling her the next bit, she imagined. “She brought Ginny with her.”





Hermione got excited about that but was sorely disappointed she did not get to see either of the girls. Ginny was her friend and she had been worrying about her since they’d heard about the attempted thievery of the sword, and Luna was fast becoming a good friend, too. Knowing how strongly Harry felt about the girl, she had had to re-think her feelings about her, especially in light of some of the conversations they’d had recently. There was something very honest and compelling about the Ravenclaw that Hermione admired greatly, and it was becoming clear that Luna’s philosophy held a lot of sway over Harry in many ways. At first, Hermione had felt a bit threatened, as if Luna’s odd outlook on life and the way she approached problem solving might usurp Hermione’s position as Harry’s right hand, informing him and teaching him as they worked through every crisis. But then, Harry had been fighting with her a lot more about semantics even before his relationship with Luna, hadn’t he?





Ever since the grave errors he’d made at the Department of Mysteries, getting his godfather in a place that would ultimately kill him, Harry had tamed his mad impulses a bit, but still, once he had hold of an idea, he argued with her fiercely if she disagreed. The raven-haired boy was still smug on all matters concerning Draco and how wrong they had been to not listen to his instincts on the Slytherin. He was getting better at his debating skills, though, and he could point out things that Hermione would sometimes miss. Yet, she was always leery when he grew too persistent; she still thought him foolhardy on occasion although she was trying to work on her compromising. This was Harry’s mission, after all, and she tried to listen to his thoughts and plans with an open mind.





She attempted to keep an open mind now as she inquired what happened with the unscheduled visitation. Harry’s face grew a bit dark when he explained that he’d had to punish Luna, making Hermione feel weird and shift a bit in her seat, but then he lightened up when he enigmatically smiled and said they’d ‘worked out’ their problems between the three of them. Hermione squint her eyes as she sized him up; noticing his attitude while she determined what he’d meant by that. He looked a little full of himself, actually, like Crookshanks when he had just finished off a bird, the feathers still sticking out of his mouth. There was something dodgy about his smile, now that she looked closer. He looked way too satisfied, and if it hadn’t been for his waxy skin and the scar on his forehead burning bright red, she’d have suspected something entirely prurient.





“Well, that’s good, I suppose, but I have to say you look worse now than when you left. Why are you so flushed and sickly looking? Did Ginny have a lot of screaming to do before you ‘worked things out’, or was it something else? Just how did you, er, punish Luna, anyway?”





Harry gave a heavy sigh as he looked up and contemplated just how much he wanted to answer her. “Do you really want me to tell you, Hermione? Because, somehow, I don’t think you really want to know, you’re just letting your nosiness drive you. It’s only going to weird you out, if I answer you. Someone needs to get back out there and stand post anyway.” He looked at her resigned, but Hermione did not want to let it go.





“Well, you’re wrong, Harry, I really do want to know. Yes, I’m curious, but I’m not going to get weird on you, I promise. I can finish my watch if you’re tired, but if you’re still wired, come out there with me,” she suggested.





The teen watched her intently for a few seconds before making up his mind and agreeing to the idea. He stood up and stretched, his shirt riding high above his pants showing the furry line that descended into his jeans. Hermione glanced at it briefly before looking to see Harry reach for the blanket on the top of one bag and tuck it over his arm as he moved to follow her. He reached into the sack and peered around for something, then with an ah! pulled out a thermos and held it out to her. It was hot in her hand and she hoped it was some good, strong coffee.





The pair went back out to the front of the tent to the sounds of the bog residents in the distance, Hermione sitting back on her stool as Harry pulled out a pillow and transfigured it to his own seat. Then he spread out the blanket and wrapped it across both of their shoulders while she unscrewed the lid of the jug to see what was inside. The smell of roasted beans hit her nose with a satisfying pungency. Bless Dobby’s little elf heart. She turned to summon a cup from the tent but Accio’d it too fast and the chipped mug hit Harry in the back of the head before she could catch it.





“Ow!” he cried then putting his hand to the spot where there would be sure to be a large bump later.





“Sorry,” the girl whined as she cringed. Pulling the cup up from the floor where it landed, she poured him the first helping of java and offered it by way of apology. Her friend took the mug with a roll of his eyes and hunched down as he blew on the steam and took a tentative sip. Hermione poured one for herself in the lid of the thermos and drank deeply, letting the heat fill her insides and warm her body through. It really was bitterly cold out and even with her layers the blanket was a welcome shroud from the weather. As she pulled the ends closer under her chin, she took a sniff and wondered at the strange tang that seemed to be coming from the wool. She turned her head and buried it further into the covering that was stretched between her and Harry. He gawked at her as she attempted to identify the redolence secreted in its fibers by taking several deep whiffs. Then it clicked for her and she froze. Her eyes darted to Harry to stare and he bristled at her expression.





“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” he demanded suddenly paranoid.





“This blanket reeks of sex.” Her stare continued to penetrate through Harry’s bewildered green gaze.





“What? What the buggery bollocks are you on about, you silly tit?” he cried exasperated.





Hermione ignored the slander but grabbed him by the neck and pulled him to the area she’d just investigated. He reluctantly took a sniff, but then snapped his face to hers looking more than a bit guilty.





“Er, uh, sorry; didn’t notice that before, I swear.” He went to take it off, but Hermione touched his hand and shook her head.





“It’s fine, it’s not that overpowering, really. But obviously, you three weren’t just chatting all that time you were gone.”





Harry slumped his shoulders and gave an indignant huff. “Right, fine. I had sex, alright, Hermione, we had filthy, dirty sex all over this blanket while you sat out here and froze your bum off being a good guard. Sorry, I’m a bastard. Got it.”





“Harry, stop being so sensitive and calm down, already. I was just confirming what you were up to. Although I can’t imagine what was going through Ginny’s mind while you two shagged each other in front of her. Why was she even there?”





Harry looked shifty again and stalled. “Uhhh, yeah, well, it’s reeeeally complicated, so you probably don’t want to know the details. Luna just got….er, misguided.”





The sassy witch got fed up and huffed back at him. “Oh, for bloody sake, Harry, just tell me the bleeding story already. Honestly, put a few drinks in you and you can’t wait to regale us with the exploits of your sex life.”





Her rugged friend snorted as he flashed a sexy half-grin. He poked his tongue out at her and then tried to get serious, thinking over what he wanted to say before he spoke.





“Well, it sounds like life at Hogwarts is getting really unpleasant with the Carrows around. The brother half of that duo seems to have taken an interest in Ginny and he’s been picking on her every chance he gets. It’s worse than what I told you before. And Alecto routinely beats the students in front of her class now; it’s total madness.”





“Oh no, how awful!” she cried, suddenly wishing again that she’d had the chance to talk to Ginny while she had been so near. She really missed the youngest Weasley and felt terrible that she couldn’t help her. But she let Harry carry on with his explanation.





“Yeah, I tried to get her to tell me the worst bits, but she didn’t really want to go into it. She seems to be coping, but I gather the disgusting prick has been giving her a touchup and she'd had a pretty bad night of it recently so Luna was….mmm, comforting her. It got pretty heavy.”





Hermione raised an eyebrow on that as she balked at what Ginny had been going through and Harry agreed before she said anything, knowing instinctively they were going to the same thought.





“Exactly. Luna was upset because she,” he stumbled as his hand dithered in front of him looking for the best way to express it, “well, she felt like she had cheated on me. I mean, I didn’t even tell her what the three of us did, but it practically amounted to the same thing. Luna took it a bit farther and you know, uh, ate Ginny out….”





“What did you just say?” Hermione interrupted with a grimace, not liking the sound of his description.





“Come off it, ‘Mione, you know what I meant. She performed cunnilingus on the girl,” he explained with a mock professorial tone as his eyes rolled up again, enunciating with exaggeration yet slightly impressing Hermione with his knowledge of the correct term.





She gave him a sarcastic smile and leaned into her hand as her elbow rested on her knee, but she was a bit shocked that Ginny had gotten into that. She never would have guessed it about the Gryffindor, although Luna was a bit sketchy when it came to possibly liking both genders. Even still, it had been a surprise to hear the confusing girl had chosen to console their mutual friend with such an overt gesture considering how mad she was for Harry.





“So, did Luna tell you she might be bisexual before you two started your…thing?” she questioned.





Harry gave her an odd stare but then shook his head as he tried to explain his girlfriend’s preferences. “We haven’t really discussed that, but I get the feeling Luna doesn’t really separate boys and girls bits when it comes to sharing her favors. I mean, I can certainly understand why she might prefer being with a woman, actually, but I don’t really think that matters to her. And anyway, it’s not that she did it with a girl that I’m concerned about, but she has a tendency to…well, let’s just say she offered to comfort me the same way the first time we got together.”





“What do you mean? She offered to have sex with you? What was she comforting you about?”





The inquisitive witch knew her stream of inquiries was taking Harry further from his tale of what happened that evening, but she was getting more and more curious with everything her friend was uttering. It was rare to get him so candid about personal stuff. Hermione was feeling a small thrill run up her back that perhaps Harry was going to finally confide in her about his inner life, confessing all those secrets she knew he kept from them. She could understand his introspection, but it still made her feel a little less of a friend that Harry didn’t trust her enough to talk about the things that really absorbed him. They never discussed feelings, at all, and while she expected as much from such rambunctious boys as Harry and Ron, at least Ron had been unable to censor his emotions as his mouth was always letting them know exactly what was going on in that ginger head of his. Hermione could read Ron so easily, yet Harry remained a constant mystery to her. While time and familiarity had taught her what to expect from her wild-haired friend, she never understood the why of it.





He gave her a long pause as his gaze swept over her face. He finally sighed and started to talk. The boy went into a fair amount of detail as he expounded on what began this torrid affair. Hermione was completely disgusted when she learned how Luna had been bullied into performing sexual deeds for various boys at school. Malfoy and his goons were no surprise, but Terry? Marcus? How could they have done that to such a sweet girl? Yet it did not pass her notice that Harry implied there might have been something worse in her history. The preferring women remark still rang in her ears and she speculated that Luna would have cause if she’d been putting up with that abuse for a while. It panged her to think of Harry dealing with such misery on that night and not feeling he could go to his friends for support, however, even though he had filled them in on his side of the battle the next day.





When Harry finally got back to the events of tonight, Hermione had been shocked again when she’d discovered that he’d essentially had both girls. He swore her to secrecy and that she could never tell Ron, but the bushy haired girl only scoffed as she threw her hands up to draw attention to the fact that Ginny’s brother was nowhere in the vicinity. Because he’s a wanker her mind supplied as Harry went on. She listened intently when he’d revealed that Ginny had found out about the relationship he had with Luna a while ago and had been giving the girl grief about it, but through some dramatic turns, she’d come to Luna’s rescue and they had sort of reconciled. He admitted that he had been completely gobsmacked to see her and that it had shaken him up, not knowing how she was going to react to him now. He didn’t want to lose her as a friend, for she remained someone very important in his life, but he couldn’t lie to her about the extent of his feelings for Luna, either. He had felt very torn and awkward, so it had been a relief that she seemed to want to put that behind her and just have it off with them. The boy gave her a shy smile as he confessed that it had been a fantasy of his and he really enjoyed seeing them together.





When she prompted him about Ginny’s response to his punishment of Luna, he’d pondered her question seriously, confiding that she had tried to spare Luna from his whip, not understanding how Luna was into that form of their relationship, but that she seemed to like the spectacle of Luna decked out in her regalia. Hermione had been confused by the statement and asked him to elucidate, struggling to maintain her composure a second later when he told her in full, unbelievable detail what he’d done to her. His voice got husky as he described the scene and the girl by his side felt her panties get wet with some horror. She recalled how intense he had been when she’d spied on him flogging Luna that mad night. Had Harry always had this capacity for sadism in him, she wondered? Was it something that came about because of his childhood? Or spurred on by his terrifying encounters with Voldemort? He was like a giant puzzle for her, one of those logic games she would play back in primary school. There had to be a starting point for all of this darkness in her friend. She asked him point blank if he knew why he liked doing those things to Luna.





“Well, gee, Hermione, why don’t you just ask me why I like treacle tart or Quidditch? I don’t know, it’s just there, I just respond to it. What do you want me to say?” he reasoned.





“Honestly? I think you’re afraid to really look at it, Harry. You know why, it’s inside of you, but you don’t want to dissect it ‘cause you’re not sure you’re going to like what you see. I’m not trying to judge you, Harry, but I think it’s a part of you that deserves further reflection and I think you have thought about it a lot more than you’re letting on.” She looked him square in the eye as she spoke, sure that she was right and wanting to push him into revealing more to her.





His eyes went dark and hooded as she analyzed him, his breaths getting louder, but then he slipped his thumb and finger under his glasses to rub at his eyes and sigh again. When he returned his gaze to her, he shrugged his shoulders and admitted that he did think about it a lot. He scanned the area around them and then took the thermos from between her feet, suggesting they go inside.





“It’s so quiet out here and I can’t see shit with barely any moonlight. We’ll just keep tabs on the Sneak-a-scope for now. It’s already bloody two in the morning; the sun will be up soon enough.”





Hermione followed, not up to disputing the necessity to keep watch. She agreed with him and she was too cold and too caught up in Harry to want to split up now. Once they were inside, she quickly moved to her cot and curled up in her own blanket as she handed off the one around her shoulders to the boy who had given it such a tart bouquet. When Harry’s fingers had lightly brushed hers in the transaction, her nipples had grown rock hard.





“So, what conclusions did you come to, then?” she cued softly.





Harry settled into his bed across from her and folded his legs, throwing the blanket off and dispatching the first layer of his shirts as they quickly warmed up with the heat inside. They heard a faint buzzing and then Harry was reaching into his front pocket for his beautiful watch that Hermione coveted. He flipped the top to see its face and turned off the alarm which she gathered had meant to wake him for his turn at guard. He stroked the glass before closing it and putting it back from whence it came, his eyes darting to her neck as he asked if she was ready to give up her babysitting duties.





“Oh, thank god, yes. Here,” she said as she handed him the gold chain with the twitchy host feeling significantly lighter as she parted with it. When he’d slipped it over his neck, he regarded the engraved ‘S’ before finally answering her query.





“I think it’s because of how helpless I used to feel,” he started. “It’s been hard learning about my…destiny, I guess you’d call it, and all that shite that has to come with it, but what really has bothered me the most is how much information has been kept from me my whole fucking life. Someone always had that power over me, whether it was my uncle or Dumbledore, and it makes me so…angry. I suppose you guys got the worst of it during fifth year, but Merlin, Hermione; I wanted to kill that fucking bitch like you wouldn’t believe. She stood for everything that had always been denied to me. It was like living with the Dursleys; being told every minute of the day that you were nothing but a freak and that there was something terribly wrong with you. The more that I had to listen to that crap, the more I wanted to fight it. I dunno, maybe that’s my problem, right there. I can’t NOT fight it, Hermione; the more they push me into their little boxes, the more I want to break free.”





She watched him with her mouth hung slightly open, feeling a bit floored at these revelations. Hermione could see it in her friend, though, and she wanted to know more about how his life with those awful people had been before coming to Hogwarts. But she kept quiet and let Harry tell his story of his own accord, reaching out periodically to brush his knee in her understanding. The dark young man wasn’t even looking at her now, but staring at her hand on his leg while he sifted through his thoughts and tried to impart to her what it was like in his head.





“When Luna came along and just offered herself to me like that, it was like a switch had been turned on. I mean, first off, the sex was really an eye-opener. I don’t know how I did without it before. I never really, er,” and he grew a bit red as he stammered this bit, “well, you know, wanked, er, all that much. I’m in my head so bloody much, and it just gets annoying after a while listening to myself. But sex was like, holy shite, like totally pure sensation where I didn’t have to think about anything for a bloody half hour or so, just like getting on a broom for me and soaring through the skies. But better, you know?” he grinned to her.





She wasn’t sure she could really understand the purity of it the way it was for Harry, but she tried to equate his feelings with her love of books and knowledge, being part of something bigger.





“The rest of it came later, but I think it was such an epiphany when I finally figured it out. I’m so lucky that Luna was my first sexual partner, really; otherwise I might never have really understood it. But it’s not just that I like hitting her or punishing her, Hermione, you have to understand it's almost beside the point. I don't get off on hurting people; it’s so much more than that. I feel like Luna and I sort of share a lot of deep, dark traits. You know, pain is no big thing for me. I suppose after being told you’re bad for so long and being penalized for it, you start to welcome it. Fuck it, I took a Crucio from fucking Riddle, I can handle anything, you know? So, being able to teach Luna, who’s gone through some pretty debilitating shit herself; that she doesn’t have to fear it and then watch her blossom under my guidance like that; well, it’s been fucking phenomenal, really. It's like, I want to show her how strong she really is, does that make sense?”





Hermione felt totally drawn in by him, at this point, but at his prompt, she eagerly shook her head. She could sort of see how that would make a certain kind of logic for this young man who had been through so much and had spent so much of the first part of his life alone and without any show of affection or love. Her heart swelled as she thought of the boy she first laid eyes on in the traincar heading to Hogwarts so long ago.





“Everything that we’ve done together has been so intense for me, but I feel like I can get a handle on all of the other crises going on afterward. You know, it totally calms me when we’re done. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I know I probably come off like a raging sex addict to you and Ron, but it has been hard to let go of that, because I feel like it helps me deal with stuff while we’re out here, like a, I don’t know…” he trailed.





“No, it’s your coping mechanism, I can see that now. I didn’t realize you had that kind of reaction to sex, Harry, but it explains a lot. Calling yourself an addict is an interesting choice of words, because in a way, you’ve been going through withdrawal being cut off from what you were used to. But I have to be honest, Harry, after seeing you that night we, uh, got drunk together, you do have some major control issues.” She blushed in the low light, hoping he couldn’t see her tinged cheeks, but wanting to find some courage to share her feelings about that experience.





“Uh, yeah, I think I need to get better at controlling myself, if that's what you mean. I was a little surprised at how far I let things get. Really expected Ron to punch me in the face after my stunt,” he confessed.





“Oh, right. I was wondering how to bring that up. Do you think you and Luna share that, too? You sure seemed fascinated with Ron’s knob.” Her breasts tingled again at the image and she was acutely aware of the fact that this was the first time they’d used Ron’s name in conversation since they’d made the decision to leave that camp where he’d ditched them.





“Uh, ‘Mione, who wouldn’t be fascinated by that todger? It’s enormous. I guess I just got carried away in the moment, but I don’t know how I’d feel about going the whole route. I don’t know, it’s interesting and I’ve certainly thought about it. It’s not like I’m freaked out about going down on a man, or anything, but I’d still want to be in charge, you know? I’m just really curious about sex, I think.”





“Ya think?” Hermione added sarcastically at the understatement. They both snickered at that before she got serious with her next question.





“So, then, did you ever think about what would have happened if we’d, uh, the three of us that night, if we’d gone all the way? It was certainly a possibility.” She could feel her face burn now as the flush went from her chest upwards, but she ignored it and didn’t worry how Harry would tease her if he could see. She suspected he was getting a bit embarrassed by their frank talk himself.





He smirked at her and stared off at a patch of tent before answering her in a dreamy voice.





“Of course I thought about it. I’m sure if it had happened, it would have been amazing. I suspect Ron wouldn’t have been all that happy in the aftermath, though. I think I just like feeling that physically close to people I care about. We’ve been through so many intense things already, and you can’t get any more intense than sex so it just seems natural for me. I guess that’s kind of fucked up, huh?”





The trickle she felt through her petals soaked through her knickers some more and she was completely aroused now, her eyes going half-lidded in her desire as she recalled how thrilling it had felt when Harry had grabbed her leg and spread her open, how her hand had felt stroking his stiffness until he came warm and wild on her skin.





But then the face of the dreamy Ravenclaw popped into her thoughts and she wondered how Harry could consign himself to those notions when he had such strong feelings for the girl.





“What about Luna? Don’t you feel like you’re cheating on her when you think that? I thought you were in love with her. How can you justify that, then? You didn’t get upset with her for messing with Ginny because you liked the idea of them together, but what if Luna had been with Neville? How would you have felt about that?” she dared.





Harry’s response was to grab the hand she still rested on his knee and tighten his hold on her wrist cruelly as he brought it close to his face. Hermione gasped at his movement, even as her mouth hung open and she wished Harry would kiss her right then.





“Don’t say that shite, ‘Mione, I don’t like it,” he threatened gruffly. But then he quickly calmed himself as he loosened his hold a bit, although not letting go of her completely. “Sorry, I get a bit sensitive when it comes to her. And I DID feel a bit weird about her and Ginny, just so you know, but it was because I didn’t permit it. I wasn’t going to throw a benny over her offering my ex-girlfriend some solace, but it was the fact that I didn’t get the chance to allow it that freaked me out. I expect I would feel the same way if it were a guy friend, too. Luna’s mine; what I say goes. That’s how it works.”





“But love isn’t like that, Harry. You can’t own her; you have to let her be free to make her own choices. How can you have a relationship built on mutual respect when you don’t consider her an equal?” She shook her head sadly at the teen trying to make him see that he was living in a fantasy.





“No, you don’t get it, luv. I completely respect her, and I admire her enormously. She’s a brilliant girl, and I would disregard her as my equal as much as I would you. It’s all because of her that I can even be allowed to have these things with her. It’s been her giving me permission the whole step of the way. If she had said no, I would have been screwed. The trust she has given me is huge, HUGE.” Harry’s eyes glistened as the flame from the lamp reflected in his glasses. “Deep inside of me, I know that I don’t deserve her, I don’t deserve such an amazing gift. But she gave me her love willingly, to ME, and it’s been this incredible thing for me. I can’t even tell you how profound it’s been, really. I love her back so completely and what I get up to with anyone else doesn’t even come close to what I have with her. I didn’t think I would ever have that; I never knew I could love someone like that. I used to think I was defective in that area.” Harry’s voice had grown faint as he tore more out of him and Hermione moved her hand to touch his face, feeling the warmth of his skin as she cupped his cheek affectionately. When she felt the wetness on her thumb as a tear slid down, she wanted to grab him fiercely to her bosom to assure him that he was lovable, oh so lovable. She’d had no idea how deep those feelings of unworthiness had gone and she wept inside for what his family had done to him.





Harry brusquely wiped his face, though, as he pushed her hand back to her lap, giving her a wry smile that broke her heart.





“That first time I hugged you, back when we were kids, I used to think that it was likely the first time you’d received any affection the way you reacted so stiffly to me. Did your Aunt even pretend to love you once upon a time when you were a little boy?”





Harry stared dully at her for a bit before he spoke monotonously. “No, not at all; never. That WAS the first time anyone had touched me like that, actually. You must have thought I was a complete nutter.”





Hermione felt like an old woman as she watched him. She was so tired; her body ached now as she wondered why life could be so awful to some people. Her childhood had been lonely once upon a time; her friends were mostly nonexistent in junior form, but she had always known she was loved and cherished at home.





“Hardly; I thought you were the bravest boy I’d ever met, Harry. I think I was in awe of you back then. But didn’t you even have friends before Hogwarts, before you knew you were a wizard; that you could see how normal families were meant to act towards each other?”





His face went vacant as he lifted up one shoulder absently. “No, never any friends. The Dursleys kept me pretty busy when I wasn’t in school and Dudley’s pack of mates loved to torment me every chance they got. School was weird for me then. My teachers always gave me that same sad face; I used to hate it. I’d just lie in that cupboard at night and wish up my own mates, I guess, pretending they’d all think I was so cool. Gods, I really was a pathetic nutter. No wonder Luna and I can relate.”





“What do you mean; cupboard? What, did your aunt and uncle make you sleep in one?” her voice rose horrified. Harry looked like he’s just been caught with his foot in his mouth and swore as he had to explain.





“Oh, shite. Please don’t make a big deal out of it; I already went through this with Lu. I shouldn’t have said anything. It was just that Luna made me think about…well, how the three of us usually talk to each other.”





Hermione was still upset to think of what manner of abuse Harry had endured at the hands of his family, but now she was curious about what Luna had said to him.





“You mean how we never really talk about stuff like this,” she stated compassionately. Harry nodded his head at her and Hermione decided that it was a two-way street.





“You know, I never had any real friends before I came to Hogwarts, either. I mean, Mum and Dad were great with me, but maybe they spoiled me too much and let me get too ahead of myself. The children in my classes were always thinking I was this bossy little girl who couldn’t shut her gob to save her life and consequently I’d be left to sit on my own during lunch hour. I always had to know all the answers and I guess they hated me for it. I used to cry myself to sleep most nights, but it was like I couldn’t stop myself. I just had to know everything and I wanted my teachers to know that I did. I never told Mum how bad it was when she would ask me about having a playmate over, but I think she kind of suspected. It was mortifying enough when I had a couple of episodes of loose magic happen in front of a few kids and they ran screaming from me like I was a drooling, giant three-headed dog. When McGonagall showed up on our doorstep and told me I was a witch, I felt like the clouds had parted and the sun had just beamed down on me. It was extraordinary, really. And when I got to Hogwarts and it looked to be the same thing all over again, I was crushed. I guess that’s why I took Ron’s nasty remarks about me being a nightmare so hard. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come to rescue me, Harry Potter.”





Hermione felt a sudden rush of gratitude and tenderness towards him and stepped quickly to his cot so she could hug him in a tight squeeze. The teen made a squeaking sound as she threw herself at him, but then returned the embrace as she sat on his lap, straddling his legs as her knees rested on his bed. After a few minutes of him stroking her back, his hands slipped further down to roam over her bum as he pulled her closer to him. The girl could feel the shapely outline under his zipper press against her pulsing center as her arms circled his neck, her fingers sliding into his unruly mess of beautiful, thick hair. She was well aware that this wasn’t the boy she had been pining for these last few years, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore. When Harry turned his head so that his lips were wet against her ear her breath caught as she waited for him to say the right thing.





“I love you, Hermione, I hope you know that. I don’t know what I’d do if you ever abandoned me,” he whispered.





The girl instinctively gripped his hair tightly in her fingers and pulled his head back so she could look closely into his bespectacled face.





“Never, Harry; I would never leave you to do this on your own,” she promised. And then she did it. Hermione Jane Granger took hold of Harry’s face and kissed him hard on the lips.





He had been taken aback at first and drew away hesitantly a second before committing to it. They kissed each other back as the night faded away into twilight and the birds started to wake. It didn’t matter that Hermione’s skin wasn’t set on fire or that she didn’t feel like her soul had just opened up; she just wanted to feel safe and loved, which she did right then in her friend’s arms. She thought only about the kiss and nothing else, noting how Harry would expertly suck on her tongue and coax her into opening her mouth to him further. The girl lost herself in it and for the first time since that dizzy night with the three of them felt like a desirable woman. When Harry lay back on the bed and brought her down with him, she could feel how prominent his erection had become and felt her opening moisten at the idea of him penetrating her. Would they go that far? She began to get nervous that he would expect it of her considering his experience, but when Harry spoke aloud as if he’d been listening to her thoughts and suggested that they limit their activity to what he’d done with Ginny, she felt relief flood through her.





It had been with some eagerness then, that she’d let him unzip her pants and slide them down, no longer concerned that he’d see just how ridiculously damp her knickers had gotten. He asked her in a low voice if she would take off her shirts, too, so he could see her breasts and she felt in a daze as she stripped for him. By the time she’d gotten down to her bra, he was already between her nude crotch and stroking her curls down there as he commented that the hair on her head wasn’t the only thing bushy. The remark barely resonated with the swept up girl and she opened her legs for him wantonly the first time he put his mouth to her petals. It had felt incredible a second later when Harry began to slide his tongue in and out of her and around her folds. Once his hands had made their way under her bra and started to play with her nipples, her back arched up and she furiously unhooked its clasp so she could rip it off of her. Then the air was on her naked body and she felt amazing as he worked her over so intensely, his hands so adept at setting the nerves under her skin to tingle while his tongue was magic inside of her. When she came, she opened her mouth and let the deep groan rip through her as all of her fear and rage and exhaustion flew away to be replaced by fire in every inch of her and the glorious, draining force to be sucked out of her a second later. It was just what she had wanted as she stared up at the roof of the tent like she was seeing it with new eyes.





Then she heard Harry shuffling beside her as he went to push off his jeans. That nervousness was back as she wondered what she might do for him to help him climax, but then he had her hand to his erection and it felt comfortable like before. She whispered to him to take off his shirt, too, so that they both could be naked to each other, and it was disarming to see him look back at her with so much desire in his face when he wasn’t wearing his glasses. He looked so much less innocent; so all the more manly, and her core quivered again to know just what he could do to her now. He had leaned back on his elbows, torso raised so he could coach her along like before, every so often reaching down to move her hand into the right rhythm. Hermione would glance back at him periodically to watch his facial cues so she could know whether she was doing it the way he liked or not, when she wasn’t being completely mesmerized by his prick now that she had no distractions. She was amazed at how silky soft his skin was in patches, like especially right under the head of his cock. After a while, the curious witch started to really enjoy the feel of Harry’s hardness in her grip while being able to devote her full attention to it.





All of a sudden, however, she felt his hand tugging at her, trying to move her into sitting up while she kept her hand on him. She felt confused until he demanded she sit on his face and the girl looked back at her friend aghast as she coughed in her dismay. Harry just laughed but then promised her she would like it. He wielded her legs to either side of his face until she was spread over him, to her complete embarrassment, and then she was pumping his cock as she leaned over him, her head close to it, and he attacked her with his tongue again like a man possessed. Her moans went unabated for a while, and when she felt the sudden protrusion of Harry’s finger go into her channel, she let out a cry before starting to wind her hips as she would grind her way into his mouth feeling like the biggest slag in history. It had all felt fantastic, but then she could feel Harry’s hand creep to the back of her head and exert a little pressure. It was so close to his cock and she understood the implication, but she didn’t think she was ready to take it in her mouth yet and chose to ignore him and just keep up what she was doing.





When he smacked her bum a few minutes later, she gave a startled high-pitched scream, but then he was fucking her with his tongue in some kind of mad sawing while his fingers rubbed at her clitoris and she continued to grunt and groan like some kind of animal being led to slaughter. Then she was flooding him with her nectar again and this time she floated, her vision wonky as she fell on Harry’s hip, her hair spread out over his rude bits. He pushed her off of his face, though, and was quickly moving his hand to grab his prick, as he first wrapped his hand around hers to speed up the friction, but then pushing hers to cup his bollocks while his hand took off at a speed that staggered her. How did boys do that so fast? When he told her he was about to come, he asked her breathlessly if she wanted to swallow it, but she shook her head and said she wanted to watch him spout. And then the boy was coming right in front of her face and it looked bloody amazing.





Watching the whitish globs fall to his stomach and chest, she wondered what kind of person she would be if she could manage something like that every day. Men’s bodies were definitely fascinating. The penis was an artful piece of machinery, she decided. Harry had run a finger through his gooey, matted fur on his belly and offered the spunk to her. She was shy again as she poked out her tongue to touch it to his fingertip. Her analytical powers took over as she gathered her data on its flavor. Oh, it wasn’t so bad, she thought. The girl grew curious again to think how it would taste shooting so forcefully in her mouth, but instead of blushing this time, she licked Harry’s skin as she watched him suck the rest of his issue off his hands, having dipped all four digits across the substance again.





Once they had done that a few more times, Harry grabbed his wand to clean himself up and then shifted her to his side as she took hold of the blanket to cover them. They could see it getting light outside from in the tent, but sighed heavily as they both dropped off to sleep entwined.







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“Yeah, that’s good, Hermione, take more in your mouth.”





Harry was feeling wild as he pushed his best friend’s head further down while she tried to adjust her lips around his cock. She moaned back at him in protest, but he wouldn’t let go of his pressure wanting to see her mouth stretch open garishly so he could ram his prick all the way in. He goaded her that Luna could do it, could suck him down into her throat; surely Hermione Granger would want to rise to the challenge? But soon the girl was choking on him, her hand slapping hard at his thigh as she whined for release. He reluctantly let her head go and she quickly pulled back, coughing and spluttering as she glared at him.





“That’s not funny, Harry, I don’t appreciate that!” she reprimanded, but Harry simply gave her a blank expression as he refused to apologize. It had taken him a week and half to get her to try fellatio in the first place, and it had been slow going as the girl insisted on controlling every aspect of it. Instead of relieving his frustration, their little interludes seemed to be increasing it for the teen.





There was a small candle flickering by the table near their cots and the gold around his neck glinted in the firelight. His thoughts felt muddled these days as the weather turned gloomier and tonight was the first snowfall they’d had keeping them inside for the time being. He gave a put-upon sigh but then regarded the angry girl in front of him with a tilt of his head. He let his mouth curve into the devious smile he seemed to have perfected and then grinned at her wolfishly as he suggested some girls liked being directed like that.





“You certainly have no issues when it’s my head that's being held in place, do you, luv? In fact, I think you’ve grown quite a taste for jamming your cunt onto my tongue as forcefully as you can, you little tart.” He was feeling particularly nettlesome tonight and the way she flinched did nothing to elicit his sympathy.





She sat up sharply and made to move from the flimsy bed, but Harry’s hand suddenly shot out and grabbed her by her elbow. When she looked back at him with her wounded pride etched on her face, his tone changed quickly to a soothing burr as he cajoled her into staying.





“Hey, I didn’t mean that. I was just getting into what you were doing, ‘Mione, and I wanted to see how far down you could take me, is all. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, honest,” he lied.





“Well, I’m trying, Harry, but telling me how your girlfriend can do a better job of it is not exactly inspiring me; it’s bloody galling.” The girl let her anger subside as her voice softened, though thick with her hurt feelings. “I was trying to give you what you wanted because you’re right, I really like what you do to me, and I’m trying to show you how much by returning the favor. Sorry, if it’s not good enough for you.”





Harry moved his hand to the back of her neck and stroked her softly, letting his hand run down her back in light caresses as he appeased her some more.





“Nah, you were doing great, luv. I was so bloody close, though, that I got a bit too eager. Sorry, sweetie, I’ll let you set the pace, alright?” But behind tight lips, he gritted his teeth as he made yet another concession to their sexual activities.





It had all started off innocently enough, he’d thought. Feeling so flushed with success that night after having two powerful fantasies come to fruition, he had slipped into that bit of intimacy with Hermione at first without even giving it a thought until she was moaning with her climax, her release pouring into his mouth. Then it was like someone had just slapped him full in the face and he braced himself wondering just how this was going to affect the two of them the next day, already regretting that he’d allowed it to unfold. He’d mentally chastised his cock for getting him into these situations, but was somewhat relieved in the morning when they had both reverted back to their usual way with each other. Hermione had barely acknowledged anything had happened, other than to run a hand up his spine enticingly at one point during dinner, after thanking him again for asking Luna to bring them food. Yet, later that night in the wee hours, it had transpired again and the boy had felt it easier to just let her hand work his prick while he buried his face in her wet snatch.





So it had continued each day, the two acting as though everything were normal in the morning; speaking excitedly to each other when one of them would have an idea in regards to the Horcruxes or Dumbledore’s clues to them then enjoying their evening meals before one would take guard at the front of the tent, yet as soon as one came in to wake up the other clothes were coming off and his usually proper best mate was rutting into his face like a she-devil while grabbing his cock with more determination each time. He had taught her to handle him just the way he liked, but wanting her to be more daring and dirty as they went along. It had been really arousing to see Hermione get so sexual like that the first few times because it was so different to how he normally saw her, but after a while, he would grow agitated as she refused to bend to his will, always turning demanding when he tried to push her into something she didn’t feel ready for. It had been enough to drive him spare.





Then the dreams had started up again, and while he sat outside during his watch he could hear the voices hissing in his head asking him what Luna would think of this, what was she doing now? His mind would create vivid pictures of Luna being fucked by other boys at school while she took as many cocks as her hands and orifices would allow. It enraged him to see it, and sometimes the moving images would pop up in his thoughts right when he was engaged in his nightly oral visitations with Hermione, making him want to hurt the girl underneath him just a little bit in his madness.





Harry felt like that damn locket was around his neck constantly; the times it spent at Hermione’s throat seeming less and less, although his rational brain tried to iterate that it only appeared so. But he could feel it work its evil magic on him again and he wanted to throw it away, banish it from their tent and forget all about its contents. Bloody Riddle and his fucking soul bits, he would mutter to himself every night wishing they knew where to find the real Gryffindor sword.





His tetchy moods only seemed to spring up in the darkness, however, and it folded into his desires as he tried to mold or shock Hermione into what he typically liked to see in Luna. After the first week, he had informed her that if she wanted him to continue licking her twat, it was going to get shaved whether she approved or not, disregarding her feigned indignation as he pointed his wand to her thatch of pubic hair.





“Harry, I’m a woman, this is what a real woman looks like. Finding it necessary to make my sexual organ look like it belongs to a little girl is a bit disturbing, don’t you think?” she had challenged condescendingly.





“’Mione, I don’t give a Nargle’s arse what you think it looks like, I’m tired of picking hair out of my teeth,” he had thrown back at her.





He had gotten his way, though, and was eager to take that small victory. Feeling a bit magnanimous after he’d cleaned every bit of hair off of her nether bits, he had further coaxed her into taking hold of her ankles, or as close as she could get to them, as he spread her legs wide towards her outstretched grip, then proceeded to give her a very proper licking repetitively from her arsehole all the way up to sucking on her clit. Listening to his friend scream and moan like a whore was extremely empowering to his dominant sense and when he had turned around so his face hung over her cunt while he laid his chest on her abdomen and stuck his fingers inside of her, furiously pumping two of them together and not caring whether he damaged that thin membrane in his fever, then working another one into her puckered hole while her alarmed shouts sounded throughout the tent, he had pressed his body on top of her watching her gush brilliantly feeling vindicated for his earlier rule. It had been so hot to see that he came without either of them touching his cock as he spurt all over her tits and neck in a fit of bliss.





The bossy girl had been a blubbering mess by the time he had finished licking her folds clean of her cum, and he had been smug with her all the next day, only catching himself when he suddenly thought how funny Ron would find it to see this side of their brainy friend and then feeling disgusted with himself a second later as he realized that he could never share that memory with his best mate, ever. That was, if Ron ever came back to them. He missed the ginger teen ferociously and as much as he loved Hermione and appreciated their new-found level of closeness, it wasn’t the same way he felt comfortable with his mate. Although, his talks with his other friend were still growing more personal even as their strange nighttime diversions continued so it had actually been helpful as he discussed with her his increasing frustrations of what Dumbledore had expected of him and how his paranoia seemed to be fueling a lot of his inner thoughts lately. Hermione had been a good listener and didn’t butt in the way she was wont to do with her theories and questions.





She had told him other anecdotes about her childhood and Harry had felt so much tenderness towards her as she opened up to him more about her loneliness as a young girl; it struck him that she and Luna had more in common than one would expect. He tried to share stories about himself pre-Hogwarts that didn’t sound so dire so she wouldn’t think he had been this ongoing miserable little sod before she'd met him. It had grown very protective between them, he felt, yet at the same time that late night switching of the guard was still as if they were other people reaching for each other under cover of darkness. After wearing the Horcrux for a twelve hour shift, he was ready to push her again to see her change into his nighttime harlot; she sliding the necklace on at the ideal moment. The first time he had brought up her giving him a blowjob, Hermione had become apprehensive again and he had tried to guilt her into it, knowing full well what an arse he was being the whole time but managing to get her to suck on his knob anyway. She had used her tongue very nicely while he ran a finger over her slit, her legs opened to him as they lay at opposite ends of each other.





He was almost to completion and he’d told her so when she suddenly pulled away with a worried wide-eyed stare while waiting for him to shoot like a geyser. The teen attempted again to get her to swallow by showing her by example this time round that there was nothing to fear. He’d put his legs over his head for her so he could cum in his mouth again, feeling simultaneously embarrassed and incredibly turned on while he did it, but still somehow talking her into putting her finger in his arse as he shot through his cock a moment later and got most of it into its target. As he’d let his legs drop back down, he’d kept the semen in his gob then pulled Hermione down for a kiss, transferring the load to her tongue as she moaned. He thought he’d had her sold.





The next night, they’d had a nice, satisfactory sixty-nine and Harry had started off quite enthusiastic as he pulled Hermione’s hairless pussy over his mouth and began feasting while she blew him. But he kept seeing Luna in his mind, knowing that what he was doing didn’t quite feel the same as it did with the blonde witch and realizing he was using his friend for some kind of emotional support that was well above and beyond what he had a right to take from her. Without his loving submissive here, he wanted to control someone and he thought he could make Hermione a substitute. He was being grossly unfair to her, even if she had essentially started this. He knew inherently that she was doing her own substituting, still upset with the third member of their team for deserting her and using Harry as Ron’s stand-in. It was all so convoluted and distracting; once again making him edgy instead of finding the calm he had been reaching for. He was beginning to wonder why he was messing with her at all.





Yet there were plenty of those dark thoughts still running through his brain insisting that it was Ron who’d fucked up, had missed his opportunity; it was not Harry’s fault that Hermione had chosen to stay with him and then offered him her body. Fuck’s sake, Harry, you sure know how to delude yourself, you pathetic cheater, his decent half berated; you’re the reason he left in the first place. He was betraying Ron and he was betraying Luna. Worst of all, he was betraying Hermione. She’s not exactly complaining; is she, though?, his deviant half reminded him. No, not complaining, but certainly trying to take charge of their situation. When Harry had climbed over her chest to rub his cock between her lovely, bountiful breasts and asked her to lift up her head so he could come on her face, she had balked and refused outright. He really hadn’t expected she would let him, but that was the problem, wasn’t it? The boy had figured that the more outrageous he got in his demands, the more she would pull away from him, as it should be. He had sighed and gone to move off of her, mumbling that he was off to take watch, when she had pulled him back and acquiesced, getting into the titty fuck but compromising on his second request by swallowing all of his cum. And he had heard the voice, heard that slithering yessssss, slut in his head as she drank his spunk down.





The following day saw Harry practically fawning over his friend while he reminded himself every second, like a mantra, She’s your best friend, she’s your BEST friend, risking her life for you out here. She’s like your sister, YOUR SISTER, Harry, you don’t fuck your sister, you sick freak. She’s your FRIEND who’s mad for your other friend. He had been doing so well, too, thinking of Hermione strictly platonically as they talked some more about his desire to visit Godric’s Hollow, the rational girl being respectful as she gave her reasons again why she didn’t think it a good idea. He didn’t get annoyed, but let her have her say, then being sure to take care of dinner and clean the dirty dishes and clothes that had piled up. He had been ready to take first watch, even though he had done so three nights in a row, but Hermione had made him go to bed while she headed out into the piling up snow with her two layers of jumpers and gloves.





Then he was bloody dreaming again and he WAS the Dark Lord, doing unspeakable things to Hermione, Luna, and Ginny, like a gluttonous devil. He had been fucking Hermione’s mouth savagely in his sleep with some kind of snake-looking cock, but when he suddenly awoke to discover her lips and tongue were really over his prick he had growled for more. The girl had moved up to kiss him sweetly once she saw he was alert and Harry had responded by grabbing hold of chunks of her curls in his fists and devouring her, then rudely positioning her back at his hardened cock while eagerly encouraging her to deep-throat him, taunting her with Luna’s skills when she didn’t quite make it. She had backed away from him a few times then started over again, until he had lost all patience with her. And now he had upset her. So much for treating her like a sister, you git, he chided himself. But she had started it, hadn’t she, some whiny little boy inside of him cried. He felt completely bedeviled at every turn.





“Maybe we should do something else, Harry,” she had suggested quietly and the boy blinked rapidly as he attempted to shift his libido into a lower gear.





“Yeah, alright, sure, do you want to climb up on my face again? I can give myself a wank while I get you off, Hermione.” He didn’t sound terribly excited even to his ears. As much as he loved eating out fanny he had been doing it almost non-stop with her. His prim friend was kind of voracious when it came to having her bits licked.





“No, that’s not what I meant.” Hermione gazed at him intently for several minutes as she waited for him to comprehend what she was getting at. Harry narrowed his eyes at her as it became suddenly clear.





“Why don’t you just say it out loud, luv? I want to hear it come out of your mouth,” he told her harshly.





“Harry, don’t be so dramatic. I’m merely suggesting that we just do it already. I don’t know what’s stopping you, at this point,” she huffed.





“You don’t know? Are you bloody mental? Uh, let’s see, ‘Mione, it has three letters, starts with an R, around six foot, eleven stone and crazy about you. Ringing any bells?” he mocked derisively.





“Oh, Merlin, Harry, you’re the one who must be mad. Do you seriously believe that having sex would be any different to what we’ve been doing? Stop being so ridiculous and wake up. Ron isn’t coming back, so who bloody cares what he thinks. It’s my body; I can make my own bloody decisions. I’m hardly ‘saving myself’ for him, am I, so why should it matter to you? Do you really think that if he were to stroll into the tent right now he’d be willing to excuse everything we’ve done as long as you left my virginity intact? That’s patently absurd, Harry, and you know it,” she argued.





Harry wanted to believe exactly that, however; that he had somehow stopped himself from crossing a line and that this could all be tucked away in the back of his conscience as a bit of comforting that never got too serious, therefore keeping it safe under the Things We Don’t Talk About banner and somehow being justifiable. He felt manipulated by her now and it was an unwelcome threat that he didn’t want to deal with.





“I’ll tell you what I know; we are not having this conversation, that’s what. You can go have it off with whomever you want, luv, but we’re not fucking, and that’s final,” he rasped before promptly sliding out of his cot naked and picking up his worn jeans off the floor as he began to dress.





“Right, that is positively rich, Harry. You don’t want to fuck, but you had no problem trying to shove your knob all the way down my throat a moment ago. Just how delusional are you, anyway?” she laughed caustically.





But Harry was already getting his trainers on and taking hold of his wand as he headed for the exit. He didn’t want to have to parse the sexual components to their relationship. He thought they had buried it in the middle of the night for a reason. This had become something twisted and wrong to what it had started out as. His mind went to Luna for consolation as he stormed out.





“Leave me alone, Hermione,” he’d jeered as she demanded he stay and talk about it. The cold had felt good on his face as he stepped out into the black night and tried to calm down, somewhere up in the elevated forests. She had picked their location this morning; the whole of England had become a blur to him. He just knew they were in a mountainous region by the smell. He sat and moped while he wondered again what Luna was doing right now. Most likely sleeping, you twit, he rolled his eyes in the dark. He worried how their DA meetings were going, hoping that they were having some success and not being caught red-handed in their plans. The teen wished he were fighting with them instead of stuck looking for the means to destroy Voldemort. He wanted to kick someone’s arse right now.





It had been several hours later that the flaps had rustled and he’d looked back to see Hermione step out with a hot mug of tea for him just the way he liked it, a dollop of cream and two sugars. The tired girl sat with him for a while as he drank, an awkward silence between them, but then her hand had reached out and stroked the back of his head, ruffling his hair under her fingers. He had whispered to her what he’d been thinking in a constant thread under everything else all week.





“We shouldn’t be doing this, ‘Mione. I’m sorry I let it happen. I miss Luna, and I know you miss Ron. Blimey, I miss Ron like mad; it doesn’t matter why the git left anymore.” He felt miserable again knowing he’d let everything get fucked up.





“You’re right, Harry.” It was all Hermione had to say before leaning over to kiss him chastely on the cheek. Then she was gone, back inside to leave him to stare at the starry sky.







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Four days. They had gone four days without touching each other at all, not even during the day as they both studied their texts or discussed other options on how to track down Nagini. He had let her borrow his S&M manual after she kept bugging him with questions on the techniques and psychology, while he finally read all the way through A History of Magic thinking that it might hold some answers. They had been very lucky that they had food in the tent now, as the snow had gotten heavy outside and neither had been looking forward to finding a village for foraging. Harry had wanted to call Luna so badly but he was wary of calling her too often now as the stakes got higher. If Snape knew that she’d been intimate with Harry then he might start tracking her if she tried to leave the castle. The map wasn’t foolproof, mistakes could be made. He’d be mad to bring her into this weather, anyway. But his heart felt heavy as he saw her face again smiling to him airily in that Luna way of hers.





The snow came down hard that night, the wind howling fiercely as the canvas shuddered around them and they had to increase the warming charms and protections spells. They’d both agreed that it would have been insane for Death Eaters to be out lurking around their tent on a night like this, deciding to stay inside and get some extra sleep. Yet the howling only grew louder and Harry found it impossible to rest, feeling Hermione crawl on top of him under his blanket a little while later, the locket dragging across his chest where it hung from her, as they both tried to keep out the chill in their bones. He’d tensed up at first expecting her to go for his prick or something, but then she’d just held him tight as she fell asleep, her measured breathing finally sending him to slumber as well.





He’d dreamed that he was out on a field, the grass decorated with dead bodies felled in battle while Luna had descended to him from the sky in a large bubble, a golden crown perched on her head as her wand pointed at his heart. As her encasing bubble had drawn near, she had given him a huge, dazzling grin and he felt awed by her, worshipful in his adoration as she suddenly shouted to him. Avada Kedavra she had sung to him while a green strike shot from her wand and hit him in his chest. He had felt the life drain out of him as he fell backwards, like a tap had been turned on in his gut while his body stiffened. Then he was floating, frozen in a vast, black space, the tiny stars around him barely penetrating his consciousness. He felt fear, which didn’t make sense to him, but then he was warm, warm on his lips as life flooded back into his throat and down to his chest, filling his limbs and his fingers and toes. Harry let his lips touch back, let his mouth open as the warmth continued to surge through him, and then he had his hands on her body, he could smell her. His angel was murmuring to him, her breathy moans as he stroked her neck and her breasts making him want to cry out as he squeezed her tight to him.





“Baby, I need you so much,” he heard himself groan as he pushed up the soft material that was barring him from her treasures. Then he felt glorious flesh and was kissing every patch that he could, wanting to drink her milky skin as he whined for her. When he looked up to see his angel, her head was trapped, he couldn’t see her face as it was hidden from him by a piece of wood, but he could see her long, lovely neck as her body laid under him, the silver rings in her breasts glistening in the light and a lightning bolt on her soft belly ending right above her naked mons like directions. Master, take me he heard her sigh and he knew instinctively that she was his, he had a right to have her however he wanted. He was spreading her legs open so he could nestle between them, feeling for the first time his hardness ready to drive through her. “Gods, I want you,” he cried.





“Mmmm, Harry, do it, go ahead. I want to feel you.” Something didn’t sound right, though, and the boy froze.





When he opened his eyes to see the face of his brunette friend writhing under him with her nightgown twisted up to her tits, he’d growled.





“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Hermione! Give it up, already.”





But the girl underneath him had gotten just as frustrated as he’d sat up and pulled away from her, slamming her hands to the thin cot while giving her own screech. “Bloody hell, Harry, you’re worse than a girl!” she had shouted in exasperation. Then she had sighed and turned plaintive a moment later.





“Honestly, Harry, can’t we just comfort each other?” she whined.





“I thought that’s what we’ve been doing!” he boomed at her, but she wouldn’t relent, her head tilting to the side as she regarded him with some cunning.





“Fine, say that Ron does come back, Harry, and say that we even forgive him and that Ron and I end up having sex at some undetermined future moment. You have seen that willy up very, very close, mind, so you can imagine that I’m not exactly looking forward to that being my first introduction to penetration. Would be nice if I was a bit roomier by then and things had been dealt with.” She gave him a blank look as if fully expecting her reasoning to work on him.





“What the bloody fuck?! You want me to be your starter cock? How lovely, Hermione, I think I might be blushing,” he bellowed, his response truculent. He sat stunned as the girl in front of him had the gall to raise an eyebrow and smirk. Harry was getting tired of being pushed around.





“Alright, ‘Mione, you want to fuck, then let’s fuck,” and then he was grabbing her by the knees and pulling her towards him to quickly push her hip up on one side as he moved to turn her over onto her stomach. Her voice startled as he twisted her around. “But we’re going to do it MY way, since this is what you're so randy for, and I’m not interested in your objections.”





His hands went to grip her thighs as he laid his body flat to her back, his mouth whispering viciously in her ear as she fought to push him off by slamming up her bum into his groin.





“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s just what I want. Let’s see how you like anal, ‘Mione, and then maybe you can shut up and leave me be. I’ll just fuck you up your arse and then everybody gets what they want, yeah?” He smacked her on one bum cheek as she tried to wriggle free, and the girl screamed when he went to grab her wrist and pin it down.





“Harry, stop it! Stop it, right now!!” she yelled at him, her fear sharp in her voice.





“Aww, but you want to feel me, don’t you? Isn’t that what you asked for?!” he mimicked her cruelly.





“No! I don’t want this! This isn’t funny, Harry! Stop playing around! I just wanted to feel something, okay! I thought our friendship could handle it! I don’t want to die a bloody fucking virgin!” And then she was sobbing as her body shuddered under him.





Harry wished he could console her, but he didn’t trust himself to make things better at the moment. Even pretending to threaten Hermione to teach her a lesson had taken its toll on his last nerve. He got off of the crying girl and then swiftly bundled himself up before heading out into the snow.







Probably not what you guys were expecting when you asked for some H/Hr, eh?