The Holidays Are Here
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
25,677
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25
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Hermione Gets Ready
Chapter Three
Harry and Ron were sitting in the common room playing a round of Knight\'s Chess when Ginny entered. She was carrying her broom, and wearing her quidditch robes. “Harry, when you and Ron finish, I don\'t suppose you could show me a few tricks out at the stadium, could you?”
“Sure thing Ginny.” Harry looked up to to see her pretty, green eyes staring back. He felt a tightening in his chest, and couldn\'t breathe. Looking back to the game, he moved his king side bishop one space too far, no longer able to concentrate on what he was doing. Thoughts of what he and Ginny shared in this very room earlier clouded his mind.
Ron took his turn. “Checkmate.” He looked at Harry. “Are you alright? I\'ve never seen you make such a daft move in my life.” Harry looked at the board, then back to Ron. Realizing what had just happened, he said “Sorry mate. Your sister distracted me, bringing up quidditch like that. I wouldn\'t be surprised to find that you promised her some of the butterbeer you have hidden up in our room in exchange.”
They both broke into a fit of laughter. “I didn\'t, Harry, but it\'s a bloody right idea! It would surely work on loads of guys around here!” He reached across the table, and clapped Harry on the shoulder.
Clearing her throat, Ginny spoke up. “Harry Potter, I\'m not that kind of girl. I thought you knew me better than that.”
“Leave it alone, sis. I\'m sure he was only playing, right Harry?” Ron looked back to Harry with a protective older brother look that he he had become accustomed to using around Ginny. “You were, weren\'t you?”
“Of course I was, Ron.” He looked at Ginny, and winked at her so that Ron wouldn\'t see. “I\'m sorry Ginny, let me make it up to you. Wait here for a minute while I go get my broom.” She let a smile escape as she watched him go up the stairs.
“You seem awfully chipper this morning, sis.”
Startled, she straightened out her face, hoping that Ron hadn\'t caught on to her gaze. “I had a good dream last night, about quidditch, that\'s all.” Ron smiled. “I knew there was a reason I liked having you around.” Ron went into a droning lecture about quidditch, and the rumor of new rule changes that might take effect next season, but Ginny stopped listening as soon as Harry re-entered the room.
“Ron,” she interrupted, “we\'re going now. See you and Hermione at lunch. She wants you to wait here for her. Oh, and Harry, she wanted me to ask you to light a fire for her.” Looking at Ron, she continued “She was a bit nippy earlier.” Ron suddenly felt a little flushed around the collar, and wondered if he had been caught staring at Hermione\'s breasts after all.
In a bad attempt to change the subject, Ron said “I can do it.”
“No,” Ginny replied. “Hermione wants the common room to still be here later.”
“Har, har,” He said sarcastically. “Very funny.”
Harry lit the fire, and the two were off to the quidditch field. “Won\'t you need your robes?” she asked. “Yeah,” Harry replied, “but I leave them in the locker room, unless there\'s just been a game. Then I bring them in to get clean.”
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Hermione got out the smallest, most revealing pair of panties she owned. “If he likes to look, this should help do the trick.” She slid them up past her thighs, and centered the small strip of white fabric in the back. Picking out the matching lace bra, she swung it around her back and fastened the front clasp.
Adjusting her breasts, she felt the soft lace excite her nipples. “This should keep them hard all day.” Looking in the mirror, she could see her dark brown fur through the sheer fabric that was covering her plump little pussy lips. They were still swollen from earlier this morning. She pulled her panties up just a nudge higher, to accentuate her mound. The fabric slid into her slit just so, highlighting the curves of her lips. Then, looking to her breasts, she could easily see her red nipples through the fabric.
Finally, she stepped away from the mirror, and walked over to her nightstand. Picking up a can of peach body spray (her mother had hidden it in her trunk as a surprise), she sprayed generous amounts upon herself, making sure to go over her bra and panties twice. Moving to the closet, and picked out a uniform skirt and top from last year, knowing full well that they would be a bit small. She reached up to the top shelf and pulled down her best pair of white thigh high stockings.
She laid everything out on the bed and sat at the edge. Bunching up the first stocking, she slipped her red painted toenails into it. Slowly, she slid the garment up her calf, past the knee, to it\'s full length at mid thigh. Then she put on the other one, keeping her leg straight the whole way up, pretending that she was putting on a show for an invisible voyeur.
Lacing them up in the back, she loved how tightly they gripped her thighs, and reveled in the feeling of how close they were to her pussy. She stood up, and put on her shirt. She hadn\'t noticed before now how much her breasts had grown since last year. The shirt barely fit around her chest. If buttons could scream, those nearest her breasts would.
She pulled her skirt up past her shapely hips and ass, and sighed in relief that it still fit. With her shirt tucked in, and skirt buckled across the side, she put on her shoes and walked back to the mirror. The shirt fabric seemed to be stretched to is limit across her chest, the hard nipples pushing through nicely. She turned to the side to look at her skirt\'s length, or lack thereof. Her ass had filled out nicely since last year too, and caused the skirt to raise an inch higher in the back. It didn\'t even reach mid thigh.
Hermione felt so sexy now, that she wanted to rip all of her clothes off and have a go at herself right now. But she held off, knowing Ron had been waiting for some time now, and didn\'t want him to lose any interest. In fact, she went back to her night stand and took out the time turner.
She put it on, gave it a half turn, and spun. Walking over to her dresser, she picked up a thick brown piece of ribbon, and tied her hair up into a tight bun. “This isn\'t the only tight bun he\'ll be undoing later, if I have my way.” She grabbed her cloak and wand, and headed downstairs.
-End Chapter
Harry and Ron were sitting in the common room playing a round of Knight\'s Chess when Ginny entered. She was carrying her broom, and wearing her quidditch robes. “Harry, when you and Ron finish, I don\'t suppose you could show me a few tricks out at the stadium, could you?”
“Sure thing Ginny.” Harry looked up to to see her pretty, green eyes staring back. He felt a tightening in his chest, and couldn\'t breathe. Looking back to the game, he moved his king side bishop one space too far, no longer able to concentrate on what he was doing. Thoughts of what he and Ginny shared in this very room earlier clouded his mind.
Ron took his turn. “Checkmate.” He looked at Harry. “Are you alright? I\'ve never seen you make such a daft move in my life.” Harry looked at the board, then back to Ron. Realizing what had just happened, he said “Sorry mate. Your sister distracted me, bringing up quidditch like that. I wouldn\'t be surprised to find that you promised her some of the butterbeer you have hidden up in our room in exchange.”
They both broke into a fit of laughter. “I didn\'t, Harry, but it\'s a bloody right idea! It would surely work on loads of guys around here!” He reached across the table, and clapped Harry on the shoulder.
Clearing her throat, Ginny spoke up. “Harry Potter, I\'m not that kind of girl. I thought you knew me better than that.”
“Leave it alone, sis. I\'m sure he was only playing, right Harry?” Ron looked back to Harry with a protective older brother look that he he had become accustomed to using around Ginny. “You were, weren\'t you?”
“Of course I was, Ron.” He looked at Ginny, and winked at her so that Ron wouldn\'t see. “I\'m sorry Ginny, let me make it up to you. Wait here for a minute while I go get my broom.” She let a smile escape as she watched him go up the stairs.
“You seem awfully chipper this morning, sis.”
Startled, she straightened out her face, hoping that Ron hadn\'t caught on to her gaze. “I had a good dream last night, about quidditch, that\'s all.” Ron smiled. “I knew there was a reason I liked having you around.” Ron went into a droning lecture about quidditch, and the rumor of new rule changes that might take effect next season, but Ginny stopped listening as soon as Harry re-entered the room.
“Ron,” she interrupted, “we\'re going now. See you and Hermione at lunch. She wants you to wait here for her. Oh, and Harry, she wanted me to ask you to light a fire for her.” Looking at Ron, she continued “She was a bit nippy earlier.” Ron suddenly felt a little flushed around the collar, and wondered if he had been caught staring at Hermione\'s breasts after all.
In a bad attempt to change the subject, Ron said “I can do it.”
“No,” Ginny replied. “Hermione wants the common room to still be here later.”
“Har, har,” He said sarcastically. “Very funny.”
Harry lit the fire, and the two were off to the quidditch field. “Won\'t you need your robes?” she asked. “Yeah,” Harry replied, “but I leave them in the locker room, unless there\'s just been a game. Then I bring them in to get clean.”
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Hermione got out the smallest, most revealing pair of panties she owned. “If he likes to look, this should help do the trick.” She slid them up past her thighs, and centered the small strip of white fabric in the back. Picking out the matching lace bra, she swung it around her back and fastened the front clasp.
Adjusting her breasts, she felt the soft lace excite her nipples. “This should keep them hard all day.” Looking in the mirror, she could see her dark brown fur through the sheer fabric that was covering her plump little pussy lips. They were still swollen from earlier this morning. She pulled her panties up just a nudge higher, to accentuate her mound. The fabric slid into her slit just so, highlighting the curves of her lips. Then, looking to her breasts, she could easily see her red nipples through the fabric.
Finally, she stepped away from the mirror, and walked over to her nightstand. Picking up a can of peach body spray (her mother had hidden it in her trunk as a surprise), she sprayed generous amounts upon herself, making sure to go over her bra and panties twice. Moving to the closet, and picked out a uniform skirt and top from last year, knowing full well that they would be a bit small. She reached up to the top shelf and pulled down her best pair of white thigh high stockings.
She laid everything out on the bed and sat at the edge. Bunching up the first stocking, she slipped her red painted toenails into it. Slowly, she slid the garment up her calf, past the knee, to it\'s full length at mid thigh. Then she put on the other one, keeping her leg straight the whole way up, pretending that she was putting on a show for an invisible voyeur.
Lacing them up in the back, she loved how tightly they gripped her thighs, and reveled in the feeling of how close they were to her pussy. She stood up, and put on her shirt. She hadn\'t noticed before now how much her breasts had grown since last year. The shirt barely fit around her chest. If buttons could scream, those nearest her breasts would.
She pulled her skirt up past her shapely hips and ass, and sighed in relief that it still fit. With her shirt tucked in, and skirt buckled across the side, she put on her shoes and walked back to the mirror. The shirt fabric seemed to be stretched to is limit across her chest, the hard nipples pushing through nicely. She turned to the side to look at her skirt\'s length, or lack thereof. Her ass had filled out nicely since last year too, and caused the skirt to raise an inch higher in the back. It didn\'t even reach mid thigh.
Hermione felt so sexy now, that she wanted to rip all of her clothes off and have a go at herself right now. But she held off, knowing Ron had been waiting for some time now, and didn\'t want him to lose any interest. In fact, she went back to her night stand and took out the time turner.
She put it on, gave it a half turn, and spun. Walking over to her dresser, she picked up a thick brown piece of ribbon, and tied her hair up into a tight bun. “This isn\'t the only tight bun he\'ll be undoing later, if I have my way.” She grabbed her cloak and wand, and headed downstairs.
-End Chapter