Harry Potter and the Half Blood Pimp Two

Chapter -4

I think my problem stems from the fact I am not using HTML, because I don\'t know HTML. I am going to try to find something about HTML so I can fix this paragraph thing. I am using microsoft word if that helps anyone explain a quick way to fix my paragraph problem. I don\'t own Harry Potter. Thanks for reading.



Eventually Harry got them home, stepping out of the SUV, he walked Hermione to the door. Her parents stood around for a bit speaking to Harry and Hermione until they realized Harry wasn\'t leaving till they went inside.

“I\'m sorry Harry.” Hermione began, “I wish I could...”

Her apology interrupted as Harry placed one hand under her chin, making sure she was facing with her back to the house. “Wait in your room for me to call.” He whispered as he allowed his cell phone to drop from within the sleeve of his jacket and between her breasts.

Hermione\'s eyes got wide as she realized Harry\'s implication. “I\'ll change.” She giggled before giving Harry a peck on the lips and turning to walk into the house, nonchalantly making sure the cell phone stayed hidden within her breasts.

“God I love big tits.” Harry grinned to himself as he limped to his Porsche.

Hermione entered her house trying hard not to smile. “Hey mom.” She waved at her mother as she walked towards her bedroom.

“Kitten?” Her mother called her, causing Hermione to hesitate before returning to the entrance to the den.

“Yes mom?” Hermione tried to sound slightly down trodden as she gave a forced sigh.

“I\'m sorry you couldn\'t go with Harry.” Her mother tried to console her, though inside, she was thankful Mr. Granger had put his foot down.

“I\'m just so glad to have seen him tonight.” Hermione smiled. “He really is wonderful. I never knew he had so many connections. He had to have borrowed that car.” Hermione thought aloud, not noticing the look on her mothers face.

“I have been Harry\'s lawyer before.” She began, but the look on Hermione\'s face cut her off.

“What?”

“I just. Be careful with him kitten?” Mrs. Granger wrung her hands together as she tried to explain quickly before Mr. Granger came back into the room. “He has been charged with a lot of things, but no one has ever been able to catch him on anything.”

“That is because he is harmless.” Hermione growled, as she became annoyed with her mothers accusations towards Harry. “Harry is a hard worker, and he loves me.”

“I\'m sure he works hard. I just... Be careful with him honey. Please?” Mrs. Granger finalized their conversation with a look before Mr. Granger walked into the room with his wine bottle in his hand.

“This is good stuff.” He stated as he took a swig from the bottle.

“HONEY!” Mrs. Granger began to yell at him as Hermione rushed to her room.

“Eeeep!” She giggled as her breasts began to jiggle with the buzz of the cell phone.

“Harry?” She whispered as she held the palm sized phone in her hand.

“Ready?” Harry grinned as he whispered into the phone as well, playing her game.

“I have to tell my parents I am going to bed. Then I will change and wait ten minutes, and then I will hop out the window. Okay?”

“Damn, and I thought I was making the plans.” Harry laughed as he sat in the Porsche just around the corner of the street. “I\'m down the street. Redial me when you are ready.”

With a soft beep, Hermione sat the phone down inside of her dresser drawer only to jump as the phone began to ring again. Hermione quickly yanked the phone up off the wooden board.

“Harry?” She heard a voice ask as she pressed the on button, having not checked to see if it was the same number from last time.

“Harry? This is Sirius. Man. You wont believe it! My ass is GREAT!”

“Excuse me.” Hermione whispered into the phone, “I have Harry\'s phone. This is...”

“Sandy?” Sirius asked, “No wait, you can\'t be Sandy. Sandy is sitting next to me. You must be Harry\'s girlfriend!”

Hermione could hear another man screaming expletives in the background as the ruckus of struggling began to echo out of the each piece.

“YOU WILL NOT SPEAK TO HERMIONE!” She heard the other man yell.

“WHY NOT?”

“BECAUSE!”

“WHY!”

“YOU WILL END UP SAYING SOMETHING STUPID!”

Hermione finally pressed the off button as she realized the men were ignoring her. “I wonder who Sandy is.” She thought jealously.

Hermione hid the phone in a pair of panties to muffle it\'s noise in case those guys called back again. Having changed into her pajamas she made her way to the den to say good night.

“Oh thank god.” Patrician sighed as she spotted Hermione. “I thought you did something stupid like sneak out.”

Hermione felt a strong desire to laugh.

“Good night pumpkin.” Mrs. Granger smiled as she hugged Hermione.

“Night honey.” Mr. Granger patted her on the head.

“Love you guys.” Hermione exclaimed before heading to bed.



“Sheesh!” Harry exclaimed as he leaned back in his seat. “Where the hell is she?” He was quickly boring with twirling his second cell phone between his fingers.

RING RING

“Finally!” He exclaimed as he mashed the on button. “Ready?” He inquired as he watched the digital clock strike midnight in his dash.

“I\'m walking down the street now.” Hermione giggled before realizing some of the boys from the house next door were standing outside.

“HOLY SHIT!” One of the boys almost fell out of his seat as he spotted Hermione. “Hermione?” He asked, causing her to stop and place a finger over her lips to hush him.

“Jeesus!” One of the other boys exclaimed as they all turned to look at her. She was dressed in the same outfit she lost her virginity in, from the thigh highs all the way to the half shirt, Harry\'s blue jersey wrapped around her waist in case she got cold.

“What are you doing?” The boy who had first spotted her hissed from his porch as he took her in. “Look at you!”

“Going with my boyfriend to a party.” She growled. “Mind your own business.”

“My sentiments exactly.” Harry concurred as he pulled up next to her in the Porsche. “Hop in girl.”

“Bye Stevey.” Hermione laughed as the boy looked as though he were going to faint. “Don\'t tell my parents.” she pleaded before hopping in the car.

As they drove away, Stevey turned to one of his friends, a triumphant grin on his face. “I told you Granger would grow up to be a freak. That\'s 10$ pounds you owe me.” he laughed as his friend reached for his wallet.



Harry grinned as he threw sideways glances at Hermione. “Make up too?” He inquired as Hermione withdrew a few articles from her purse.

“I looked up a few styles on the Internet. I thought you might like it if I completed the ensemble.” She explained with a smirk as she began to rub blue eye shadow on. “I hope you don\'t mind if I finish getting ready in here.”

“That\'s fine with me.” Harry grinned widely as Hermione scooted out of her panties and replaced her blue undies with her thong.

“Almost forgot.” She blushed slightly as Harry had to swerve to keep from hitting the curb.

“This is nice.” Harry clapped his hands together before placing one hand on the wheel and the other onto Hermione\'s leg, his fingers gripping into her inner thigh and then releasing in a steady rhythm.

“I like that.” Hermione confirmed as she used the vanity mirror in the Porsche to put her lipstick on. “I hope you don\'t mind the color scheme. I thought it would fit the clothes. I just want you to be happy with me.”

“You do.” Harry emphasized, “What ever it is, you want to do.”

Hermione beamed as she finished applying her makeup as they pulled up to the gates of a VERY large house, barely visible from where they sat.

“You might see some far out stuff here.” Harry explained to Hermione before ringing for the gate to be opened. “Don\'t freak out. Okay?”

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked, her interest piqued as she wondered what could freak her out.

“There might be some guns or drugs laying around. Every one here is cool. Nothing bad will happen girl. I\'ll make sure of that.” Harry explained slowly, trying to guage Hermione\'s reaction.

Hermione felt her stomach tighten as she remembered her mothers warning. “Harry.” She asked slowly. “Is my mom your lawyer?”

Harry felt his chest clench as he thought of how to answer. “I ain\'t gonna lie.” He sighed. “She has been on a few occasions. Baby, please believe when I say that there isn\'t anything here at this party I wouldn\'t let be on my streets, in the right hands of course.”

“Harry. How do you really get your money?” She whispered, almost fearful of the answer. Thoughts of Harry being a gang member or drug dealer, or even an arms dealer danced inside her head as she wondered if she could stand to be with a man like that.

“You know how Hermione.” he whispered as he watched her face contort with a bevy of thoughts.

“But I don\'t.” She was becoming frustrated. “Please tell me you aren\'t a drug dealer.”

“I told you, I won\'t lie.” He began, causing tears to rush to the walls of her eyes, barely held in check as Harry continued. “I have sold a little here and there, but I never made it a career, it was just to help me get by.”

“So you aren\'t a drug dealer?” She sighed in relief as she watched Harry laugh.

“Helllll naw. I don\'t sell none of dat shit.” He grinned as he watched her face relax.

“Alright, but if I get uncomfortable, can we leave?” She inquired.

“Of course.” Harry smiled reassuringly at her. “When ever you want. What ever you want.”

“Let\'s roll.” Hermione giggled as Harry leaned out his window to press the call button for the gate. “King Magick.” He stated as the man asked for identification.

Immediately the gate swung open allowing their admittance.

“Harry?” Hermione asked as he began to drive towards the house.

“Yea baby?”

“Why do you identify yourself as King Magick?”

“Long story.” Harry replied evasively.

“We have all night.” Hermione grinned before crossing her legs and arms, a grin on her lips.

“I will tell you when I get the chance tonight. Deal?” Harry smiled as he savored just how stubborn she could be.

“First thing?” Hermione inquired as Harry nodded.

“It\'s a long story.”

“You will be handsomely rewarded.”

“Sounds good to me. Harry clapped his hands together after parking the car next to the entrance to the house, a young man coming over to park the car.

“Valet at a house party?” Hermione blinked as she watched Harry tip the young man.

“Ballin out of control.” He laughed as he offered her his arm. “Let\'s go baby.”

Hermione was in awe of the house. It had a very modern look, but it seemed to be made of mud bricks.

“Adobe.” Harry informed her as he pointed at the walls. “Fletch is a big fan of anything Mexican.”

“Fletch?” Hermione inquired, her head slightly tilted.

“My main man, the supplier himself.” Harry shrugged as Hermione admired the enormous doors that looked to be made of cactus.

“I feel like I\'m in the wild west...” She thought aloud.

“It gets like that around here.” Fletch laughed as he walked up to them, having just entered the foyer from what looked like the kitchen.

“King.” He nodded, before turning to Hermione. “You are mam?”

“Harry\'s girlfriend. Hermione Granger.” She smiled before shaking his hand.

“Gonna settle the pimp down?” He began, before cutting himself off by pointing to a beautiful tile mosaic of an Aztec warrior on the wall next to them, having spotted Harry\'s hand gesture to shut the fuck up.

“What?” Hermione tried to get Fletch to repeat himself but he had already walked off with commands to enjoy the party.

“Shall we?” Harry smiled as he led Hermione from the foyer to the largest living room she had ever seen. The wail of a live mariachi band playing in the background filling the air.

“Wow!” She laughed as Harry began introducing her to a flurry of people. By the time they finally found a place to sit and relax, they had been there over an hour.

“I am already tired.” Harry laughed Hermione sat in his lap, space at a premium from the sheer number of folks who had shown up for the party.

Hermione was just about to ask Harry about his name again when she was interrupted by a short and squat man with graying hair. “KM?” He had called, snapping Harry\'s attention to the man immediately. “How are you doing?”

“Good. Good.” Harry smiled, offering the man his hand. “How are you doing Sam?”

“I got a little something to show you.” He grinned mischievously before withdrawing a black velvet bag from his pocket. “Just finished processing the stuff from a crate of MDMA that came out of a demolished factory in Latvia.”

“Pure?” Harry inquired immediately as he prepared to examen the contents of the bag, his hand outstretched, palm open.

“Of course. Except for a few I cut with V.” Sam nodded furiously as he struggled with the draw string that sealed the contents away.

“Harry?” Hermione was intently listening to everything being said. “What is MDMA?”

“ 3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine.” Harry stated so quickly Hermione couldn\'t even keep up.

“O...K.” Hermione simply continued to watch as the men spoke.

“You said you cut some with V?” Harry inquired as the man was drawing another sealed bag from within the velvet bag. What looked to be hundreds of white tablets filled the bag, small dots of blue peaking out as well.

“Yes sir. We made this batch in dedication to you and Silver.” The man grinned widely as he use a small pocket knife to cut a thin opening in the bag. Allowing a few of the tablets to slide out onto his palm, he ran his fingers over them to show a small design stamped into each pill.

“A bar of silver and a lightning bolt on each side?” Harry laughed raucously, “Genius!” He smiled.

“Thank you.” The man grinned. “I hoped you would like this. As a thank you for accepting our desire to sell this on your turf, I would like to gift you a few of the tablets. Perhaps you will find use in this one?” The man smiled as he handed Harry what looked to be a half tablet, partially white on one side and blue and triangular on the other. The small pill looked terribly strange to Hermione.

“Harry. What is this stuff?” Hermione asked again, her curiosity getting the best f her.

“E. X. The Hug Drug.” Harry explained as he nonchalantly rattled off the many street names for the pills he now held in his palm, the man having handed him a small baggy.

“22 Percent.” Harry stated simply as the man nodded.

“22 percent?” Hermione muttered, trying to figure out what Harry was saying, but before she could ask another question, the man had shaken hands with both of them and walked away happily.

“Harry? What is going on?” Hermione began to question, afraid of what was going on around her.

“22 percent is my cut of his profits. It is a relatively low number, I keep it that way to keep guys like that from selling to kids and near schools.” Harry explained to Hermione, her face scrunched up in deep thought.

“So you are selling drugs?” She asked. “I thought you told me you didn\'t sell drugs.”

“I don\'t.” Harry confirmed. “I sell the land he sells his drugs on.” Harry tried to word his business in a way Hermione could understand. “See, I control the traffic in my hood, to prevent children and people who don\'t understand from getting a hold of the drugs.”

“I don\'t get it. I don\'t see how that makes you any different.” Hermione was worrying her lip, wondering if she should leave Harry.

“If I didn\'t police who got the drugs, it would be sold to kids and other people who shouldn\'t be receiving it. I do the job the government should be doing.” He continued, almost as though he were repeating an old speech. “See, when you ban something, it doesn\'t disappear. Laws don\'t end conflict, they just move it to a new stage. When the government outlawed this stuff, they don\'t care that it still exists.” As if to emphasize his point, he held the bag out to her, letting her touch it.

“Now, the people who want to make money off of it, have a lot of restraints removed from them. They can go to jail for selling it to a fifty year old man for just as long as if they sold it to a seven year old child. I make sure they only sell it to people who know what they are getting into.” He paused a moment, hoping Hermione would comment.

“So you let them sell their goods... but only to adults?” Hermione questioned slowly, trying to understand Harry\'s justification.

“Not just that though.” Harry continued. “See, there are different levels of drugs.” Scratching his head for a moment, he tried to think of a way to explain to her what he meant. “Like... think of it like this. Cocaine is a high risk drug. It causes to much crime, and brings about to many problems. It is a people destroyer. So I don\'t let them sell it in my neighborhood.” Pausing again to allow her to follow him, he finally continued as Hermione had not made to add a comment.

“Now, pure MDMA, or E on the other hand has the same medical and health risks as driving a car.” A smile playing on his lips as he saw Hermione\'s incredulous look on her face. “WHEN it is made properly. This is another reason why I police. Pure MDMA is notoriously difficult to manufacture. You heard Sam, he had to get it from some pharmaceutical company from a failing country.”

“I don\'t see what that has to do with you.” Hermione replied before raising a hand. “I get it. You make sure that what ever is being sold is the real stuff right?”

“Exactly. Some people use strychnine and DXM to cut the stuff, and that kills people.” Harry nodded, elated to know Hermione was seeing it his way.

“But then, why is it alright for him to cut it with V? What is V?” Hermione tried to think of anything that started with a V that could help a drug work.

“Well see, Extasy makes you want to have sex, but you can\'t, it makes you limp.” Harry explained, “So the little half pills are cut with viagra.”

Hermione started to cough she was so startled. “What does that do?” She exclaimed.

“They call it Sextasy.” Harry laughed. “It\'s supposed to be the most bomb ass sex you ever had in yo life.”

“Ever tried it?” Hermione\'s inquisitive nature winning out over the little voice in her head telling her not to ask.

“Nope. Never with V.” Harry replied quietly. “His eyes now on the little pills in his hands.”

Hermione released a breath she didn\'t know she had been holding. “So it\'s safe?”

“Of course.” Harry replied. “Wait a second. No. We aren\'t doing this.”

“Oh HO Mr. Potter.” Hermione became stern. “If you think you can do things like that without me there right along side you. You have another thing coming. If it\'s safe enough for you, it had best damn well be safe enough for me.”

Harry sighed as he realized Hermione was not going to budge on this issue. “You are to smart to get wrapped up in stuff like this.” Harry whispered into her ear, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Not going to work on me Harry.” Hermione crossed her arms, her eyes boring into him. “Should we go to a hotel or something?”

“Fuck no. You do this shit right, and protect your self. If this is what you want, we will do it right.” Harry growled as he pressed lightly on Hermione\'s back, motioning for her to get off him.

“Hey Fletch.” Harry called as he walked over to the owner of the house. “Me and Hermione are gonna take a trip.” He explained as he held up the small bag of pills.

“Alright, you know where the spare bedroom is.” Fletch grinned.

“You take the spares, we only need two.” Harry handed fletch the package of tablets, minus three, one cut and three pure. “Just keep them around in case we ever want more. Feel free to sample though.”

“Thanks.” Fletch laughed as he pocketed the baggy. “Have fun you two.”

“Come on.” Harry took Hermione by the hand before leading her to the kitchen. “We need water. Lots of it.” Harry explained as he looked in the pantry, finding a several large fluid containers, Harry filled them from the tap. “Better if it is lukewarm, it will be easier on our stomachs.”

“Do this a lot?” Hermione inquired, her previous gung ho attitude beginning to wane as she felt fear pressing in on her stomach again.

“I\'ve seen it done enough to know what works.” He replied sternly before handing her two large jugs. “One gallon for each of us. Should be enough.”

“Why do we need so much water?” Hermione inquired as Harry led her through the noisy house to a more secluded wing.

“We are going to love this.” Harry laughed as he entered the room. The walls were covered in a mosaic of brightly colored tile, a bathroom tucked away behind another cactus wood door. The bed was covered in green silk, a canopy of green hanging over top.

“The floor is cold.” Hermione commented as she stepped into the room, the marble floor felt as though it were sucking the warmth of the room right out of the air.

“You\'ll appreciate it later.” Harry laughed as he placed the water bottles on a night stand next to the bed.

“Even if you have to force yourself to drink. Do it. Stay hydrated. If you start to feel really hot, tell me, we will get in the bathtub.”

“Is all this necessary?” Hermione asked as she thought about backing out.

“I told you, I don\'t do things unless I can minimize my risk.” Harry explained.

“You never explained why we need to drink so much.” Hermione grumbled as Harry began to check the room for something.

“E will dehydrate you. Dehydration can kill you.” He stated flatly.

“If you applied yourself like this in class, you would have better grades then me.” Hermione laughed. “What are you looking for?”

“Just making sure there aren\'t any weapons or anything we can hurt our selves on. Like this.” Harry held up a butter knife that had fallen behind the bed, before walking to the entrance door, and tossing it out.

“It will make us hurt ourselves?”

“No, but you never know what you might find interesting, and accidentally do to yourself.”

“Oh.”



Eventually Harry felt satisfied that everything was ready, so he beckoned Hermione to him. “I will break this pill in half, and you place it on your tongue, then I put this whole one on my tongue. Then we kiss, and swap pills. Swallow it, and if you need water, its right there.” Harry pointed as he cracked one of the pills in half.

“What about the sextasy?” Hermione asked as she noticed Harry had placed that pill next to the bed.

“I\'ll take it when we are ready.”



Hermione tried to mentally calm herself by taking three deep breaths before allowing Harry to place the tiny tablet on her tongue. Fighting the urge to spit it out, she allowed Harry to lean forward. “What I would do for you.” She thought as his tongue gently pressed within her mouth, the trade happening naturally as they explored each others mouth.

“Mmmm.” Harry crooned as he basked in his lovers touch, her soft lips pressed against his, he quickly found the half pill and swallowed it while they were still locked in an embrace.

Hermione on the other hand had a bit of trouble before finally swallowing her pill, needing a sip of water to keep from gagging. “It tastes bitter. It\'s like swallowing a pill made from baking soda.”

Harry simply grinned before beckoning her to him. The desire to kiss her lips coming over him again. “It\'ll take around twenty minutes for the come up to finish.” He whispered as he began to lick her ear and neck.

“What is a come up?” She breathed huskily as Harry began to suck on the spot where her jaw connected to her skull.

“Twenty minutes till we start rolling. The trip lasts around two hours, and then it\'ll be sleepy time.”

“Oh.” Hermione had meant to say more, but was interrupted as Harry had found her breasts very interesting. “Mmmmm. Right there.” She commanded as Harry massaged and kneaded with his fingers.

“You like that girl? Tell me you like that.” He breathed onto her lips as he used his hands to flip her half shirt up off of her breasts.

“I like that.” Hermione giggled as she reached around her back to unhook her bra clasp.

“I got it.” Harry grinned before reaching around her back with one hand and sliding the three clips free from their grip. The cotton cloth that cupped her breasts now hung limply against her chest.

“One handed?” She grinned.

“You learn things.” Harry laughed before dipping his head down to pull one of her breasts into his mouth.

“I\'m sure you do.” She groaned as Harry skillfully manipulated her chest, it felt as though the more he touched her, the stronger the sensations were becoming. “Don\'t stop.” She commanded, as she tried to concentrate clearly on the difference between how she felt now, and how it felt any other time Harry touched her breasts.

“God. You are beautiful.” He spoke albeit muffled, his mouth still pressed against her breast, the heat from his words causing hot and cold flashes to emanate from her nipple outwards.

“Oh fuck!” Hermione shivered, her back arching as she realized the entire room was becoming brighter and brighter. “Every thing is so vibrant Harry.”

“Mmmmhmmm.” He hummed into her chest, it seemed like he was a lot more interested in pleasing her body tonight than the last time they had sex on the Hogwarts Express.

“You feel so soft and beautiful. It\'s like your made of silk.” She spoke as she let her finger tips run up and down his back. “It feels like we are touching each others souls!”

“You taste... it\'s... it\'s delicious.” Harry replied, his tongue lapping all over her chest, a cold wet streak winding like a snake over her breasts. “It\'s candy.” He shivered as he began to nip softly on her nipples.

In one deft move, Harry reached over and grabbed one of the bottles of water, popping the top he squeezed some into his mouth, raising his head, he kissed Hermione, letting her suck the water out of his mouth.

“I can find a reason to drink water this way.” She grinned as Harry took a swig before placing the bottle back on the table.

“How do you like it?” He asked as Hermione leaned back onto the sheets, shrugging her top off and throwing it to the floor.

“Every thing feels so alive.” She panted as she rubbed her back slowly against the silk sheets. “I can feel everything in my spirit.”

“I love you.” Harry smiled, watching as Hermione arched her back, balancing herself lightly on her head, letting it sway gently.

“I love you to.” She replied giggling. “Touch me.”

Harry complied immediately, letting his fingers run all over her stomach and chest. Moving his finger tips swiftly but softly, he tap danced his hands over her entire abdomen, eliciting squeals of delight as the feelings only intensified.

Harry immediately returned to running his tongue all over her, taking more time to lick and suckle on her nipples.

“Lower?” She begged as she scooted back up against the headboard, the cold wood making her shiver and shutter.

“My pleasure.” Harry replied as he lay on his stomach , Hermione\'s leather boots laying on his shoulders wrapping his neck. He let his finger tips run from up and down the back of her thighs from the edge of her butt cheeks to the tip of the leather thigh highs.

“Oh God.” She groaned as she arched again, pressing her groin against Harry\'s face, causing him to rub his cheek into it.

Hermione immediately jerked as the feeling intensified ten fold. “Please. Don\'t tease?” She begged while pulling her skirt up around her stomach, savoring the feeling of the cloth running up her stomach.

“Never tease.” Harry confirmed as he wrapped his arm around her thigh to pull her thong to the side again. Harry began to blow slowly up and down her slit, creating a chain reaction of hair grabbing and moans.

“Taste me. For the love of Merlin Harry.”

So he did. His tongue still wet from the drink he had earlier, he began to run it up and down her other lips, the tip of his tongue occasionally brushing with her clit causing her to wrap her legs around his head, her ankles crossed.

Hermione wasn\'t even speaking English any more, it sounded more like tongues as she slumped down on the bed, gripping Harry\'s scalp and massaging while keeping his head pressed down with her legs.

Harry felt better than he had in months, all his worries fading as the E worked it\'s magick on him, a feeling of pure unadulterated pleasure filtered through his entire body as he kissed, sucked, and licked Hermione\'s most intimate area.

Hermione bucked and fidgeted as she spoke in only guttural sounds and primordial noises, punctuated only by the profanities of modern (wo)man cueing Harry quickly to her pending orgasm.

Her juices were mixed with the sheets of sweat rolling off her body, blending with the sweat pouring off of Harry\'s forehead, the perspiration a major side affect to the drug they were taking. “Salty.” Harry thought to himself with a giggle before all thought disappeared. Hermione was bucking to the beat of Harry\'s finger rubbing her clitoris as his tongue dipped in and out of her folds.

“HARRY!” She screamed as she almost broke his neck, her entire body jerking to the right, pinning his head between her thighs with a vice like grip. “AHHHH!” Her orgasm was practically gushing, as she felt every muscle in her body contract at once, the feeling was immeasurable, her entire psyche amplified by the chemicals coursing through her blood.

“Cum for me girl.” He choked between breaths as he fought to continue to pleasure her. “That\'s it.” He laughed maniacally as he felt as though he were sharing the orgasm with her, a cosmic connection forming between them. “Yes.” He panted as she jerked to the left, landing on her back again.

“Ahhhh!” She huffed and puffed as she finally released her death grip on Harry\'s head. “Blah... gah... ughh...” She spoke to him, causing them both to laugh as Harry reached for the bottle of water again, he filled his mouth and allowed her the first drink again. Hermione greedily lapped it up, the cool fluid mixed with the sweat and sexual juices that was now filling the air with a scent of musk.

They had both finished their first bottle of water before Harry had even popped his second dose, the desire to speak completely extinct as Harry simply reached down and yanked Hermione\'s panties off, bringing them to his face to inhale deeply from before tossing them over his shoulder. The intense feeling he got as the cloth rubbed against his face and neck was orgasmic, fueling his need to feel her touch.

Harry had gotten off the bed and was quickly pulling his shirt off as he watched in awe at Hermione writhing on the bed, her stripped form stirring a passion within him he had never experienced before her.

“Your my world. My everything. You... your the galaxie.” Harry tried to explain the emotional roller coaster he was on as he jerked his belt off and stepped out of his pants.

Hermione opened her eyes to gaze upon Harry, her body still rhythmically gyrating on the bed, soaking up the feeling of the silk against her back. “Tell me all about how I make you feel.” She groaned as she slid a finger into her mouth, wetting it before beginning to stroke her own clit.

“Jesus. When you play with yourself it drives me wild.” He groaned before tossing back his dose laced with V. Interrupting her play as he got on top of her.

“It feels like I\'m being struck by lighting every where your body is touching me.” Hermione breathed into his ear as she stuck the finger she had been using into his mouth. Harry immediately began suckling her finger, causing an almost laser like beam of heat and pleasure to run from the nerves starting in her fingers tips and making its way to her brain.

“Let me taste you.” She groaned as she wiggled under his body, trying to get Harry to roll onto his back, which he complied almost immediately.

“Ugghhh.” Harry twitched as Hermione pulled him into her mouth, the nerves in the tip of his dick firing off synapses in his brain with the force of a nuclear explosion. “Haaaaaaaah!” He exhaled through his opened mouth as he felt over loaded at the soft touch of her hair haloing his groin, as she sucked and licked on his member.

Harry found he was rock solid very quickly and was currently gripping Hermione\'s hair with one hand, running the fingers of his other hand up and down his chest. Her muffled breathing echoing across his stomach as he thrusted upwards into her mouth repeatedly.

“Your perfect in every way.” He professed as he had let his free hand run from his chest down to stroke her cheek, Hermione was simply gripping his hips as Harry rammed himself into her mouth.

Harry finally let Hermione pull away, her drool covering his crotch, the cold feeling of a drop of spit running down between his legs sent shivers up and down his body, the explosive overload of sensory perception soaring to new heights as the second dose hit hard.

“Make love to me.” Hermione offered herself to him, as she scooted up his body to straddle him. Reaching down and behind her self, she gripped his straining member in her right hand, using her left to keep her balance as she slowly lowered herself onto his dick, her walls stretching to accommodate his enlarged girth. She could even feel the veins pulsing in his dick within herself, she felt as though her entire body pulsed to the rhythm of his heart, as the world around her faded away.

Leaning over Harry, she let her hair drip down like a cascade of silk, the soft strands slowly rubbing against his face like a weeping willow in the forest. “Ahhhh!” Harry groaned as he closed his eyes and arched his back, his face pressing into her hair as Hermione began to bounce and gyrate her hips, her hands digging into his shoulders.

Harry involuntarily reciprocated, having forgotten any soft of birth control under the effects of the drug. Their bodies slamming violently against each other as Harry gripped her thighs, their screams of pleasure only punctuated by the silence brought about by their kisses.

The entire world was on fire, the ground shook and the skies opened to the song of Angels as Harry released himself within her. His body shook and bucked as he sprayed days worth of frustration within her, his hips thrusting against her hard enough he was touching the walls in the back of her body.

Harry simply lay on his back, Hermione still connected to him her body draped upon his, a feeling of completeness and oneness filling their microcosmic universe. Their mumbled professions of love and adoration the only noise to break the comforting sound of silence.

Eventually Hermione pulled her self off of Harry, allowing herself to collapse next to him, droplets of his seed leaking down her leg as her muscles contracted pressing some of him out of her. “Oh Harry.” She sighed as she gripped onto his arm.

“Ugh?” Harry was fighting to keep one eye open, his body coated in a thick layer of sweat. Forcing himself, he rose up, grabbing one more bottle of water, he chugged half of it before making sure Hermione drank another half for herself. Finally passing out from exhaustion.



Hermione woke up first, feeling like she hadn’t slept all night. “Bleh.” She groaned sluggishly as she fidgeted about the bed.

Her movements woke Harry almost immediately, his body shooting ramrod straight as he looked about the room. “What?” He yelped before slumping down against the bed board.

“You scared the hell out me Harry.” Hermione groaned as she attempted to roll out of bed. “Bleh. Look what you did.” She scowled before running a finger between her legs and wiping it on Harry’s face.

“Ah. God damn it. Sick.” Harry complained as he wiped his face on his pillow.

“It’s your fault.” Hermione chuckled as Harry scowled at her.

“What time is it?” Harry finally asked after having lain on his back for about ten minutes.

“OH NO!” Hermione practically yelled as she threw herself out of bed, scrambling to dress. “My parents are going to kill me.”

Harry lay in bed watching Hermione rush about to get dressed until she threw his pants at him. “Hey!”

“You have to take me home. Hurry!” She pleaded as she pulled her watch out of her purse. “Oh God… It’s almost noon.”

“You’re late already, what is the rush?” Harry scratched his nose as he slowly pulled himself out of bed. “Want me to tell them I made you do it?”

“No of course not.” Hermione huffed. “I’m an adult, I can make my own decisions.”

“I’ll tell them I played a flute, and you followed…” Harry stopped speaking as he realized Hermione was giving him a very dirty look. “Sorry, just hate to have gotten you into shit because of me.”

“Oh Harry. I know they hate you, it won’t change anything.” Hermione sniffed as she finished getting dressed by pulling her panties on, having forgotten them before she put her skirt on.

“I thought they loved me.” Harry puffed his chest out, an indignant look on his face, causing Hermione to put a hand over her eyes and shake her head. “Oh baby. I’m just playing.” Harry smiled, hoping she would reciprocate.

Hermione simply stared before sighing. “I’m sorry. I just, I’m going to be in a lot of trouble. There is going to be a fight tonight. I know it.”

“Well, lets go then. I’ll get you home.” Harry sighed before pulling his bulletproof vest on, and shrugging into his shirt.

“Why do you wear that?” Hermione asked, pointing at the vest as Harry yanked his pants on.

“Never know when you might need it, it protects you from blunt weapons to, up to a point.” Harry smirked before offering his hand to Hermione, as they began to walk out the door.

“We will need to talk more… I’m tired of you being so mysterious…” Hermione grumbled but any thing else she was going to say was forgotten after Harry opened the door.

WHOOOO!

The sound of clapping from what guests had stayed the night was deafening, cheers and laughter filling the air.

Harry bowed three times, a smug grin on his face as he winked at a few choice people. “Thank you. Thank you.” He laughed while holding a hand up.

“Oh my God.” Hermione held her hands over her face as she realized every one in the party must have heard them.

“Come on baby. Let’s go.” Harry laughed as he led a very red Hermione through the house and out the door. Harry threw one last wave at a giggling Fletch as the bright light from a noonday sun blasted their sore eyes.

Harry drove as quickly as he felt he could to Hermione’s house, the mood dipping deeper and deeper into somberness as they got nearer and nearer her house.

“I just know I won’t be allowed to see you the rest of the summer.” Hermione sighed as she worried her hands.

“Says who?” Harry laughed before realizing Hermione had a much more worried than normal look. “It’ll be fine.”

“What if they don’t let me go back to school?” Hermione confessed her largest worry. “I don’t need to worry about us. I’m just afraid they will claim Hogwarts is making me behave badly.”

“Harry… Is making you behave badly.” He replied quickly.

“No. I am doing it myself. I don’t know what got over me, but I love you Harry. I really do.” Hermione sounded as though she were pleading as she reached out with her hand to touch his right leg.

Harry looked over at her, locking eyes; he knew she was speaking the truth. “Long way huh…?” He smiled lopsidedly at her.

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked, a hint of fear in her voice.

“I love you. Don’t worry. I’d do anything for you.” Harry tried to placate her worry. “I just… I remember when I first met you.” He laughed as he drove past her block, only lengthening the time till she had to go home.

“I remember to.” Hermione giggled slightly as she thought back to how rude she had been to him. “I guess I was just… scared of you.”

“Scared of me? Who could be scared of me?” He shrieked with a tinge of high pitch to his voice, his mind racing with the thoughts of how many people really were.

“You know what I mean… Harry… this is the third time you passed my street, I have to fess up some time.” Hermione smiled before leaning over in her seat to kiss Harry on the cheek, wishing she had better clothes to face her parents in.

“I’ll be damned.” Hermione thought as they pulled up to the house, were parents were still at church.

“Want to go inside and fool around?” Harry joked as Hermione gave him a stern look.

“Of course not. I’m in enough trouble as it is.” Hermione sighed as she looked at her house from inside Harry’s Porsche. “I don’t want to go back.”

“Let’s go get breakfast first.” Harry offered as Hermione began to open the door. “Real quick. You are in enough trouble as it is, might as well have one last meal.” He grinned.

“All right.” Hermione replied, pulling the door closed. “Where to?”

“I know a nice little cookie cutter diner I eat at all the time. Let’s go there.” He smiled as he placed a reassuring hand on Hermione’s leg. “I love you.”

“Love you to.” Hermione perked up a bit as Harry pulled off her block, taking them to the diner.