their 7th year

The next morning Hemione woke up to find that Hary was gone. His side of the bed had ben neatly made, and on the pillow was a beautiful white rose. Hermione stretched langourously beneath the blankets. She loved Harry Potter. He was so sweet. white roses were her favorite. She stood up and made her own side of the bed, noticing that Harry's broom was gone. "He must have gone out for a morning run before breakfast starts." she thought as she finished making the bed. Hermione took her rose into the common room, and gathered what she'd be needing for the day. She walked into the prefect's bathroom several minutes later and headed for the shower room. As she stood in the cool water she realized how sore she was. "I can't believe I'm not a virgin anymore..." she thought as she washed herself.


thirty minutes later Hermione met Ron and harry at breakfast.
"There's something different about you..." Ron said as she sat down. Hermione laughed nervously.
"I'm still just Hermione" she replied. Luckily Ron decided not to pursue the subject. After Breakfast they went to transfiguration.
"So why weren't you guys at the party last night."
Harry grinned saying, "Honestly Ron, We just started doing stuff, and one thing led to another, we got carried away, and there went the night."
"Well you missed a great party." Ron said as he entered the class.
After class with Professor Hooch ended, Harry said
" we're free till lunch."
" Not me." Ron said Gloomily. Harry looked at Ron's schedule.
"Remedial potions??" he said laughing.
"It was the only way Slughorn would let me in NEWTS" ron said defensively.
"I'm feeling Quite dirty," Harry said, "I'm gonna go get cleaned up."
Hermione eyed Harry slyly, but Ron remained oblivious to the exchange that had occurred between them.
“I’ll see you guys around,” he said as he walked out the door. Hermione looked into Harry’s eyes. The two of them were alone. She knew exactly what Harry was thinking.
“Bathroom?” she murmured desperately in his ear.
“Bathroom.” Harry agreed. Barely able to contain themselves, they hurried to the prefects Bathroom on the fifth floor. They stripped their clothes off and waded into the warm water. Harry pulled Hermione into him and kissed her. His hands gently massaged her breasts. Hermione moaned in pleasure and said,
“Take me Harry!” As she said this she wrapped her legs around his waist. Harry kissed her neck gently and then slid his erection into her warmth.
“I love you,” Harry breathed as he slowly rode her. Hermione felt so good with Harry, she knew what he said was true. She moaned; Harry’s thick shaft was now moving faster than before, He had found just the right spot, His penis was rubbing her clitoris as it moved in and out of her. She couldn’t help but scream out her pleasures; Harry knew all the right places to touch her, He was moving in and out of her so fast, she knew they were close to the brink. Harry came with one final thrust, spilling his seed inside her and sending her into her own climax. As Harry pulled out of Hermione’s vagina, he kissed her softly on the lips. “Hermione, you are so good,” He told her, “I don’t know how I survived without you.” Harry said passionately. Hermione smiled and said,
“Harry you are the sweetest man alive. Don’t you ever change that.” Harry kissed her, and they started all over. Several minutes later, they climbed out of the pool sized tub breathing heavily from their actions. Hermione watched Harry as he walked toward the towel rack. HE has the cutest butt ever She thought to herself. Harry walked around her and wrapped a large white towel around her body. After they dried off and got dressed Hermione walked out of the bathroom.
“Hello Miss. Granger,” Professor McGonagall said pleasantly as she walked by. Hermione nodded and continued on not wanting to let McGonagall see her flushed cheeks. McGonagall continued on for several steps before stooping to tie her shoe. Harry waited cautiously until the footsteps faded away. He opened the door and slid out. Harry froze. McGonagall was crouched down and staring straight up at him. “Ah, Mr. Potter, Everything’s going well so far I trust?” she said idly as she finished tying her shoe. Harry could have laughed. She didn’t have a clue! Instead he quickly said,
“Of course Professor,” before he dashed off. McGonagall stood up and straightened her robes, and then a look of sudden realization hit her face. “I just saw Harry Potter leaving the bathroom with Hermione Granger! Alone!” McGonagall shook her head as if they had been in a daze “I’m sure there was some reason for it,” she thought “They would never do that...” McGonagall walked off not wanting to think about it any further. She decided that only time would tell all.

Harry entered their common room right behind Hermione. “We have got to be more careful!” Hermione said, “I thought we were done for.”
8:42 P.M.
Ron and Harry were both copying Hermione’s transfiguration notes while Hermione browsed the library shelves for the book she needed. “Harry don’t forget I booked the Quidditch pitch for an early practice Thursday night.” Ron said.
“Hmmm? What?” Harry had not been listening to Ron, instead he was watching Hermione bend down to get a book off of the bottom shelf. He loved when she wore tight jeans, it showed off some her best attributes; long curvaceous legs, and the cutest butt ever…
“HARRY!! EARTH TO HARRY!!”
“Oh! Sorry…” he said to Ron, “You were saying something about Quidditch?” Ron reminded him about the practice, and then Hermione came back with a large book.
“I’ve got what I need. We should be going before it gets too late.” She said to them as she packed her tote bag up. The three of them all decided to go back to Gryffindor together for a while.
“What did you goes think of the new DADA teacher?” Harry asked as they walked down the hall. Ron sighed dreamily and said,
“Loretta Waltz.” Hermione looked disgusted.
“Ronald!” she scolded him, “She’s a professor!”
“Not just any professor,” he said, “A HOT professor.” Harry laughed at Ron’s comment causing Hermione to round on him.
“What? You agree with him, don’t you?” Harry smirked at her. She hated when he did that, how was she supposed to be angry at him when he was so cute. Trying to suppress her smile, she said, “Don’t you smirk at me, Harry James Potter!” Harry laughed at her saying,
“Was that a smile?! I think it was! Don’t smile!! You know you want to!” Hermione couldn’t contain herself; she went into a fit of laughter.
“It’s…not…funny!!” she said through her laughter.
11:47 P.M.


Harry sat on the sofa in their common room quietly sipping coffee and staring into the warm fire. Hermione was at a desk working. Harry was thinking about the war, how Hermione had been so close to death. He knew that the war was over, but he still couldn’t help feel afraid to let her out of his sight sometimes. Without her, he was nothing. She meant the world to him. He finished his coffee and sat listening to Hermione’s quill scratch across the parchment. She never stopped working. He stood and walked over to her. Gently kissed her head and said, ”Good night Hermione.” Hermione closed her book and said,
“I’m going to bed now too.” She stood up and turned embracing him in a hug. Harry gently kissed her neck and said,
“I love you.” She smiled.
“I love you too Harry.” He gently kissed her lips before going off to his bedroom. Harry silently changed into his night clothes and crawled under the soft, warm scarlet blankets. Harry removed his glasses and laid them on his night stand right next to Hedwig’s perch. He reached up to stroke her white feathers talking to her like he always did. She cooed at him, Hedwig was always a great stress reliever for Harry. She was always there to listen to him. She never judged his thoughts or opinions; she loved him no matter what. Harry laid down and waved the lights out with his wand. Not even three minutes went by before he felt someone timidly crawl into the bed and curl up next to him. He stroked her gently and said, “Is everything ok?”
“Yes. I was lonely in there all by myself.” Harry pulled her against his body and kissed her neck. Harry cuddled her and her tight until she fell asleep in his arms. He softly laid her down next him and went to sleep.