Time Alone With Herself

"No No No NO NO!!!" Hermione screamed in to the night air.

She had thought that she was just getting tired, worn out, something anything other than that. It couldn't be, it just couldn't be real, she couldn't be pregnant, could she? It wasn't like she was having sex for real, it was with herself, just an extension of masturbation, how could it have happened. She couldn't go to Madam Pomfrey to find out for sure, but from the books she had read in the library, it seemed like she had all the symptoms. When her body started feeling like crap and she felt sick every day, she thought it was just the flu. When her breasts started hurting and swelling, she thought it was just late side effects of puberty. Then when her period was late, she thought it was just from all the stress of school. But now, now that she hadn't gotten her period in a few weeks, there couldn't be any other possibility.

Pacing around her privet room, Hermione couldn't "I'm dead, dead. Professor McGonagall was going to kill me for this. I'm going to be expelled, they're... they going to send me to Azkaban for this. Bloody hell."

There was no way out of it, abuse of the time turner was beyond illegal. She needed time, more time to figure this out.

"The time turner." Hermione exclaimed.

A few flips of her time turner and she was standing in front of earlier self, who was panicking just like she was an hour ago.

"What?" Earlier Hermione yelled when she saw herself appear in front of her. "What is it, did you figure out what I'm going to do?"

"No, I just needed more time."

"More time? Are you crazy? Bloody Hell, it's because of the time turner that we're in this mess. You can't keep abusing it like this."

"Hey, don't take that tone with me, you did it too."

"Can't we just go back and stop me from getting pregnant in the first place."

"No, I've already thought of that. The time turner can't be used to change life and death. Once someone dies, it's set in stone. And no magic can change that."

"But we saved Sirius."

"But that was from the dementors kiss, not from death."

"What about Buckbeak?"

"Animals aren't tied to this world, that's why we're able to bring frogs back to life. Well, half life, don't you ever pay attention in Flitwick’s class?"

"Of course I do."

"We're getting nowhere. We have to think of something or we're going to be expelled."

The two Hermiones sat there staring at each other, begging the other one would come up with the answer somehow. It took over an hour with many useless ideas getting shot down before both girls figured it out at the same time.

"We'll just go get pregnant for real." They shouted in unison.

"But how, and who?"

"I don't know... Harry, I guess. It's going to be his kid anyway. I we could just convince him to sleep with us before anyone finds out, we can blame it on him."

"But we're under age, Harry will get kicked out with us for that."

"Maybe, but it's better than going to Azkaban right? And besides, Harry would help us out no matter what."

"Can't we just tell him the situation?"

"Do you really want to explain to him everything, how you liked it when he fucked you, his hot naked body pressed up against yours, his throbbing man meat ramming deep within your"

"Enough! I get it. Fine, we'll just have to seduce him somehow. Get him to knock one of us up, and make him suffer for the rest of his life with a kid that isn't really his."

"But it is his."

"You know it's not."

"Am I, I mean, are you going to marry him and everything? Go through with everything, just drop out of school and raise a kid with Harry."

"You know damn well that you would like that to happen. Ever since the day you ever read his biography in "Dark Wizards and their Downfalls" you knew you would want to marry that special boy. The small church and white wedding you always dreamed about."

"But how?"

"I don't know..."

The next few days of school were filled with rushed doubt. Every time she saw Harry, Ron was with him or her knees would decide not to function anymore. And even though she was in such a deep hole, she couldn't help but imagining him naked all over again. Her face was a deep red most of the day, and it didn't help that her body still felt like crap. It wasn't until a pale blue afternoon many days later that Hermione finally worked up the courage to talk to Harry.

"So Harry, how's it going?" Hermione asked, as nonchalantly as she could without blushing.

"Everything is fine," Harry replied, staring at her with curiosity.

Twisting her robes with her fingers, Hermione said, "We I um. I was doing some research and I couldn't figure something out. Do you think you could come to the library with me?"

Ron rolled his eyes, muttering something about books being stupid but everyone ignored him. "Sure 'Mione," Harry said, smiling, "I'll help you. With all the classes you've signed up for this semester, I'm sure you’re at your wits end."

"Thanks," she replied, hating herself for even thinking of taking advantage of such a good friend.

As they walked to the library, Hermione's hand wouldn't stop shaking. Her body burned and she was sure she must have looked redder than a tomato. The hallways passed by in a blur and before she realized it they were sitting at a long wooden table in the middle of the library. Not wanting to look suspicious, she pulled out a few books and opened one of them.

"Are you alright?" Harry whispered.

"What, why would you ask?" she said just a tad too loud, attracting the looks of a few students nearby.

"Well it's just..." Harry began, pointing at the book, "it looks like your textbook is upside down."

"It's supposed to be, its runes. Since you're not in that class with me I guess you wouldn't have known that, but yeah, you start with them upside down and decipher them top to bottom." Her voice was shaky, but the lie seemed solid enough.

"Wow... interesting," Harry said, "But I don't think I am going to be much help if I didn't even know something like that."

Abandoning the current, meaningless topic, Hermione closed the book and looked at him, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Harry choked on a laugh, catching the attention of the whole room. "No, I don't. Not at the moment."

"Is there someone you like?" Hermione asked, leaning in close to his face.

"No… maybe. But what's it to you?" He said, growing his own shade of red.

"Ginny perhaps?" Hermione asked innocently.

The look on his face answered her question, but Harry managed to say it, "Yeah, Ginny. How did you know?"

"I just can." she replied.

"Don't say anything to Ron." Harry said, getting wide eyed.

That was the moment she was waiting for, when Harry was finally open and venerable. She leaned in even closer, exposing her chest a little and said, "I won't. But have you ever told her?"

Harry sank back, his red cheeks blushing even deeper, "No, I can't. I haven't."

"Why not?" Hermione asked, placing her hand on his arm.

"I'm afraid I might screw things up. What if I make a fool of myself? Make her hate me." The weakness in his voice matched his scrawny frame.

With a tiny grin hidden on her lips, she said, "You won't make a fool of yourself, you'll be fine. But, if you'd like, you can practice on me."

His eyes widened ever more, "What... what are you saying?"

Shaking her head, Hermione quickly said, "No, that's not it. What I mean is, you can pretend she's me and you can practice expressing you feelings to me."

They both sat there, trying to read each other's thoughts, trying to predict the next move, but it never came. Harry finally nodded and they headed out of the library for a little privacy. Hermione wasn't really sure where she was headed because her mind was filled with trying to figure out how to get Harry in to bed with her. The idea was so absurd that she didn't even notice when she opened the door to her privet room and showed Harry inside.

"Where are we?" Harry asked sniffing at the air and looking around.

"Oh," Hermione's face lit up with embarrassment but she quickly straightened herself. "This is the room Professor McGonagall let me use for studying. She didn't like the idea of me taking up the whole library each time I needed to study, so she let me set up in this empty classroom. Oh, and try not to worry about the smell, I was working on an advanced potion one late night and it boiled over when I fell asleep. And I haven't worked up the nerve to ask Professor Snape to help with it."

With the mention of Snape's name, Harry didn't dare ask anymore about the smell. Hermione gave a sigh of relief because she wasn't really sure how she'd explain the damp odor of stale cum in the air. She had gotten used to the smell, maybe even a little fond of it, but she was sure Harry wouldn't really feel comfortable in a room filled with cum, which, Hermione reminded herself, was his cum.

"So, what should I do?" Harry asked nervously.

Sitting down at her desk, she replied, "Just come over here and say how you feel about Ginny."

"Well I like her..." He started.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione said, "No, I mean if I were Ginny, tell me how you feel about me. Pretend I'm her."

"How can I do that, you look nothing like her, plus you're my best friend." Harry stammered.

"If it helps, close your eyes." Hermione said in a soft voice.

Shutting his eyes tightly, Harry took a deep breath and began his ramble, "Well Ginny, she's, I mean, you've pretty, and smart and cute and smart and funny... and pretty, and I um..."

Hermione's heart sank, "Merlin's beard, you're slow. There's no way she'll fall for that. Try telling me how she makes you feel, or what you think about when she's around you."

Harry opened his eyes and looked right in to Hermione's. There was a strange moment where their eyes locked together before Harry gathered himself. "Okay well, when I'm around you I can feel my heart racing. When you smile, I smile. It's like you know how to warm my heart. When we talk, you part your lips softly when you need to breath and I get weak in the knees. I want to press my lips to yours and never let go. I really... I love you."

Even though it wasn't about her, Hermione's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. There was a strange kind of magic in the air, their eyes holding them to one another. Hermione leaned up out of her chair, stretching her body up to Harrys, pushing her lips up to meet Harry's. She pressed her kiss in to him, feeling his body grow ridged in surprise. Harry couldn't do anything but stand there and allow it to happen. His soft lips were different than the ones on the polyjuice potion version of Harry, but Hermione couldn't figure out why. Maybe it was the person behind the lips, or maybe it was because she wasn't sure how he'd respond. When she kissed herself, she was sure her other self would accept, but with Harry she didn't know. It was beyond exciting, putting their friendship on the line for something a trivial as a kiss. To risk being embarrassed or rejected and still go through with it, made Hermione's lips tremble. She pressed them closer to Harry's lips, coming all the way out of her seat. She kept pushing him all the way across the room until they hit the edge of her bed.

Bumping in to the bed, Harry finally realized what had happened. "What did you do that for?"

"Oh," Hermione said, panic filling her veins, "I was just preparing you for what might happen. If you told her those things, she might have kissed you like I did. And if you weren't ready, you might have done something foolish. And girls will judge you by the first kiss, so if you mess something like that up, you might mess up all together."

"Oh really?" Harry said, terrified out of his mind. "I didn't know. Then thanks, I guess. I wouldn't have wanted to mess that up then."

"Do... you want to practice again, I can teach you how to kiss the right way so when it comes time to do it with Ginny, you'll be good at it."

"I don't know... seems weird and all considering we're friends and all." Harry said hesitantly.

"Nonsense," Hermione said before Harry could ruin all she had been planning. "Just come over here on my bed and I'll show you what you need to know."

Harry held his ground so Hermione flashed him a big inviting smile. She patted the bed with her hand and Harry finally gave in and sat down next to her. Turning to face him, Hermione parted her lips slightly and licked them softly. Harry swallowed a lump in his throat and took a few shallow breaths. They were both nervous, shivering despite the warmth. Throwing her apprehensions to the wind, Hermione leaned in and pressed her lips firmly against his. It wasn't a particularly sweet or gentle kiss, but Hermione tried her best to soften her lips against his. Bringing her arms up to his shoulders, Hermione pushed him back, down on to the bed. She kissed him again and again, but Harry didn't seem to relax.

"What is it?" Hermione asked.

"This is just weird..." Harry mumbled, looking at the wall.

Hermione wrung her wrist in frustration, "How's this, what if I said I like you. Then what? Would it be alright then?"

Harry fidgeted, "I... I don't know."

"Do you like me?" Hermione asked with a strong look of longing.

"I, I don't know..." Harry said, his body trying to flee.

She kissed him again. "I've always liked you, even before we ever met. You're kind, you're brave, and you always put others before yourself." Hermione unbuttoned her shirt. "You're funny and smart, you're handsome, gentle... everything I've ever dreamed about." She let her shirt fall off around her, leaving only a lacy white bra. "I love you Harry Potter, now tell me how you feel."

"I... um... I like you too." Harry stammered, staring at her chest.

"I didn't say that I liked you Harry, I told you that I love you. Now tell me how you feel about me." Hermione said, grabbing his hand and placing it on her chest.

Harry pulled his hand away as if he had just touched fire, "I don't, I don't know."

"Just say it." Hermione said, reaching behind her to undo her bra.

"I lo... I love you Hermione." Harry squealed.

A smile broke across Hermione's lips, "Harry calm down. I'm supposed to be Ginny remember."

"No Hermione, I do love you. I've always liked you, but I thought all you cared about was books, not guys. And you were my best friend, I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I... I don't know what I'm doing now."

"You're doing me..." Hermione whispered sensually in to his ear.

Panic shot across his face again, "What... what are you talking about?"

She was at the point of no return. "I'm talking about you, me, this bed, right now. If you love me Harry Potter, show me."

She let her bra fall off, exposing her breasts with a tiny bounce. Harry stared at her like a deer staring at head lights and Hermione she was going to have to make the first move. Trying not to tip the delicate balance of seduction and scaring him away, Hermione thrust her chest up towards his face and hugged his head in her arms. The affect was immediate, Harry's body went limp in her arms, and he collapsed in a heap on the bed. The only part on his body that wasn't limp was pointing up at the ceiling through his robes. She went right in for the kill, hopping that she could finish before Harry realized what was going on. With a swift tug, she pulled his robes off and cast them aside, leaving only a thin pair of white boxers. She had seen his dick before, she had even used it herself, but seeing it on the real Harry was exciting. It was straining against the thin white fabric begging to be freed. She dove her head down and wrapped her mouth on to his fleshy member, feeling it throb through the thin polyester. Harry let out a little whimper of ecstasy and surprise, but Hermione didn't notice. The blood was pounding in her ears, her heart beating way to fast, but there was no way she could stop. She hated herself for using him like this, but she'd make it up to him with the greatest experience in his life. Her mouth was watering so much that the white fabric seemed to disappear, revealing the throbbing cock underneath it. She dove her head back down, sucking as much of it as she could in to her mouth as the fabric would allow. She wasn't sure how something like that would feel, but by the way Harry's legs were trembling, she convinced she was doing something right.

"Wait Hermione, I don't think we should..." Harry started to say, but he gave up as Hermione pulled off his dripping boxers.

His cock bobbed up and down in front of her waiting lips as she flung the boxers aside. When Hermione had been Harry, the single most stimulating experience had been when she had hit the back of her other self’s throat with her cock, so she tried to replicate that with Harry. With a tiny grin on her face she stretched her lips apart and wrapped her mouth around Harry's hot throbbing flesh pole. Since she hadn't been on the receiving side of the deep throat before she was surprised when her gag reflex kicked in. Hermione choked a little and she tried desperately to catch a breath of fresh air, but she ended up sucking in more of his cock. Harry tried to scream out loud but the feeling was overwhelming. Hermione managed to breathe through her nose and she pushed her head down further, feeling his cock hitting the back of her throat. She took in another breath, relaxed her throat, and pushed her head down again, this time feeling his cock sliding past the back of her mouth and sliding down her throat, till her lips reached the base of it. Her throat muscles were contracting and her eyes were watering but she held her head down, feeling every twitch and every throb of Harry's cock in her throat.

With a long wet popping noise, Hermione finally pulled her head back, freeing the glistening cock from her mouth. Harry, who had been holding his breath the entire time, finally let it out.

"Bloody hell Hermione, where did you learn something like that?" Harry said as he caught his breath.

"Library," Hermione lied, but Harry couldn't care less.

She grabbed the saliva drenched cock in her hand and guided her body right above it. Giving him a little wink, Hermione sat down, impaling herself on his man meat. With her excitement and the amount of saliva on his cock, it slid in with ease. She had had his cock in her before, but not like this, not for real. The excitement caused her body to quiver, her mind growing numb from an overload of emotions. She ground her hips against his, bouncing up and down on the bed, feeling the tip of his cock stirring up her insides, inside of her, deep inside of her. She leaned down to kiss him, grinding side to side as she did.

"I love you Harry," Hermione said as her lips left his.

This gave Harry a boost of confidence. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. Hermione gave off a nasally moan and threw her head back, letting her body sink deeper in pleasure. He reached his hands behind her and grabbed handfuls of her firm buttocks. Holding on to her hips, Harry started humping back, thinking that if this was a dream, he was going to make the best of it, and even if it weren't a dream, he might as well do his part. They thrust against each other in tandem, their bodies reaching a euphoric harmony.

"Hermione, I'm going to cum." Harry breathed.

She could feel him trying to pull away from her. In a panicked rush, she reached her arms around his body and held on tight, forcing her hips down on to his crotch. There was an awkward battle as Harry tried to both wiggle free and to keep thrusting until he was finished. With one last fruitless attempt to get free, Harry felt his body erupt, blowing his hot load deep inside of Hermione. His orgasm was so strong that he arched his back, lifting them off the bed, his cock still twitching and pumping her full with cum.

She felt it flooding up inside of her, and a tear fell from her eyes. As they fell to the bed in a sweaty heap, Hermione whispered, "I'm sorry..."

"For what?" Harry asked, his body still twitching every few seconds, his cock still buried deep in her.

"Oh, nothing." Hermione said quickly, "I thing I dug my finger nails in to your back."

"Well, it was worth it. Hermione, I do love you." Harry said, kissing heron his own for the first time.

Hermione couldn't bring herself to answer, she just climbed off of him, letting his seed fall out of her. It wasn't like she needed anymore of it, she was already pregnant enough.

The next morning, in the great hall, Hermione pulled Harry aside and told him to meet her outside. As time crept by slowly, each second felt like another knife in her conscience. As Harry approached her she gave him a weak smile, trying to capture the image of him still happy in her mind. He leaned in to kiss her and she let him do it, but she didn't feel the joy his lips brought he the night before.

"Harry, I... um." Hermione said, dropping her eyes.

"What is it, 'Mione?" Harry asked, brushing the hair out of her eyes.

"I'm pregnant..."


To be continued


Author's notes

Let me know if my sentence structure bugs you, I'm referring to my style of switching back and forth between saying, Harry said, "Quote" and "Quote," harry said. I'm trying to change up my writhing style so the sentences don't get stale after many repetitions, but I don't know if it detracts from the story. So let me know, and of course, if there's anything else that bugs you, let me know.

Pregnancy leads to lactation, so look forward to that in the next chapter, milk play. If you have any requests that you'd like to see, let me know.

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