Lunar Magick

Chapter 5

The day that followed was the most bizarre yet. Everything had become normal once more. Hermione was acting like her old, stubborn and studious self; Professor Snape was as malicious and bitter as always, but now acted more professionally than he had been. Draco Malfoy was back to his old tricks, ridiculing Harry Potter and harassing Ron and Hermione equally.

At breakfast, Fred and George Weasley were transfixed by Quidditch scores, which were being spouted from Seamus Finnigan’s mouth as though completely memorized. Hermione sat studying her new book on interpersonal communication in the Muggle world. Ron was already seated when Harry came downstairs to pig out on some toffee waffles. He watched Hermione intensely, in a state of disbelief it seemed, until she had finally snapped at him. “Ron! Do I have something on my face? You’re making me nervous and I’m trying to read!” Ron looked genuinely startled and suddenly became fascinated with his raisin pudding. Harry sat next to Ron and they started talking about their Astronomy essays and other various topics such as the brilliant Quidditch match after Harry had received his Firebolt racing broom in third year. That was also the year that Remus Lupin had become the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and the year Harry had finally met Sirius Black. Harry reflected for a moment on how long it had been since he heard from Sirius and Remus.

“Have you heard from Sirius or Professor, er, Remus Lupin lately, Harry?” asked Hermione eagerly. She must have read his mind or something. “Uh…no, not lately…” Said Harry dejectedly. She added, for comfort’s sake, “Well, they’re probably off creating new maps and exploding card games.” Then Ron chimed in, “Yeah, they’re probably making some awesome new types of exploding card games. Maybe they’ll beat Fred and George to it!”

The three sat fairly quietly as the morning post arrived by owl. Ron’s mini owl dropped a note into the pudding. It was from Ron’s older brother, Bill, just saying “hullo”. Hedwig gracefully passed Harry a grey envelope. Harry opened it reluctantly; not knowing who it was from made him a little nervous, never mind the whole table’s stares. Sure enough, it was a short letter from Sirius Black. Harry was so excited he almost sat up from the table. He read it quickly, to see what it was about.

Dear Harry,

How is everything? Actually, don’t answer that because I am coming to see for myself. Remus and I are coming to visit you as it has been some time, and your excellent headmaster, Dumbledore, is willing to let us stay at Hogwarts while we do so. He sent an owl to me, saying that Professor Snape doesn’t need to know about our visit and if he found out, he wouldn’t oppose a memory charm. What a wonderful man, Dumbledore. Anyway, Harry, we shall arrive very soon and I can’t wait.
Sirius

P.S. Remus says hello. And he would also like you to tell Hermione that he is bringing a stack of books for her. He bought them from a bookshop in Scotland, as he was sure she would love them.
P.P.S. How’s my tiny owl doing, Ron? He better be in good shape when I get there…only kidding.


Somewhat stunned, Harry read it again, aloud, so that Ron and Hermione could hear the good news. Hermione looked absolutely flattered. Her cheeks went from ivory to rose in a second. Ron looked at Harry briefly, as if to say, “I hope she’s only blushing because of the kind gesture.” Ron was still in disbelief about Hermione’s acting normal.

The rest of the day went by so fast, even Potions class. Professor Snape was early for once, and was strict all class, but gave them light homework. That meant that Harry could enjoy his visit with Sirius and Remus freely.

It was around 6:30 p.m. when Sirius loudly parked his flying motorcycle on top of the Astronomy Tower. They made their way down to the Gryffindor Tower. Sirius let Remus approach the portrait of the fat lady, as she was still obviously bitter about what happened last time Sirius tried to get in. She opened without needing a password, on Dumbledore’s orders. Remus led the way, and they entered the Common Room. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat working on History of Magic summaries until they jumped up with excitement at the sight of the two men.

The trio saw that Sirius and Remus looked quite happy, and a lot healthier since they were at Hogwarts last, during rough times. Sirius approached Harry and hugged him, then, to his surprise, Ron was also hugged. He proceeded to squash Hermione tightly, then held her back to look at her. “You have become quite the stunning woman!” he said loudly, making everyone feel a little awkward. Most dumbfounded of all, however, was Hermione Granger, who was bright red but beaming. Remus stood slightly behind him, looking a little timid. Hermione didn’t want him to feel left out, apparently, so she went up to him and reached out her arms. “It’s so good to see you, Remus!” said Hermione. Lupin looked only mildly flustered, and embraced her comfortably. Ron went over and shook his hand fervently. He exclaimed, “Good to have you back, Remus.” The happy group sat in comfy chairs and lit the fire because it had started to darken outside and cool within.

Hermione sat cross-legged on the floor in front of Remus, who was sitting in a scarlet chair right next to the fire. She appeared to be quite taken with him, even when he was their DADA professor. She stared up at him with rapt attention, and they seemed to be having a never-ending conversation, while Ron told Sirius about how he was finally going to be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team next term. When he was finished, Harry started up about the latest gossip involving Dobby, the Dursleys and the Malfoys. Harry looked over in time to see Remus produce a large cloth bag and hand it to Hermione. She put her hand to her mouth and then opened it. Her hands pulled out a number of very interesting, velvet covered books with golden tassels. She read out some of their titles, very impressed. “The Mystery of Moon Cycles, and Dances with Werewolves! Oh and, Potions that are Actually Fun!” She gasped. Sirius looked over, smiling at her excitement. “She really is one for books, isn’t she? A very bright young woman.” He said appreciatively. Harry thought that Sirius might be pushing his vocabulary to sound more like a parent-type. He thought it was ludicrous since Sirius was quite young himself, same as Remus.

Sirius was now grinning at Hermione, who repeatedly pawed Remus’ knee as she talked enthusiastically about something. She seemed to either be punctuating her story in this manner or remembering points to bring up during conversation. Sirius continued talking about his idea for a self-sharpening knife, but was interrupted by Hermione’s squeal of joy. Ron looked a little concerned, because when they glanced at her to see what was going on, Hermione had her head resting in her hand, leaning on Remus’ lap. Harry tapped Ron on the arm, and nodded towards the real purpose of her head in his lap. Lupin was holding a tiny book of pictures on his one leg. Sirius was a tad curious about what the pictures were of, and went over. He cracked up laughing, as Remus reminded him of the circumstances that surrounded the photograph. His mood was lifted more, if possible, and he conjured some bottles of butterbeer for all. It seemed Remus showed an older moving picture of Sirius repeatedly throwing Peter Pettigrew into a pond. Sirius came back and sat next to Harry once more, swigging the warming beverage. Ron was chuckling at Sirius, who was imitating Peter Pettigrew, the fat lumpy scum who followed Remus, James Potter and Sirius around at Hogwarts. The Tower became even quieter, as most of the Gryffindors were at the Ravenclaw house party. “So then that fat git followed me into the bathroom, and asked if his bathing suit was manly enough, for Merlin’s sake!” Said Sirius Black. While laughing, Harry turned toward Lupin, who was now sitting alone by the fire. “Where’d Hermi go?” asked Ron. “Oh. She just went to get into her pyjamas, Ron. I’m sure she’ll be back in no time.”

Hermione appeared in the stairwell of the girls’ dormitories, wearing only a pair of pastel pink panties and a crimson tank top. Her hair was all brushed out, and she looked really comfortable. However, she was sniffling lightly, and holding her hand to a cut on her leg. Blood was trickling down to her ankle as she hobbled through the door to the Common Room. Remus jumped up from his seat and walked over to Hermione at once.

“What happened?” He and Sirius asked in unison.
“Oh, nothing really. I’m alright.” The rest of the group stared. “Really. It’s just a scratch. P-Peeves was up there, and he just—threw a potion vial at the wall, and it exploded…” she said, still hobbling.
“Come here, it’s okay. I’ll help you.” Said Remus, who scooped her up and made his way back to his chair. He sat down in the squishy velvet chair, placing the wounded Hermione on his lap. Her blood was starting to drip onto Remus’ pants. “You’re going to get it on your clothes” she groaned apologetically. She then tried to unseat herself. Remus held onto her.
“Hermione, I assure you…it’s perfectly fine. Sirius, can you throw me my wand?” he asked over Hermione’s head. Sirius literally threw it to him, and he caught it, followed by Ron’s “whoa”. Remus touched his wand to her bleeding thigh and healed it completely. “That Peeves…bastard” he said, just wiping the drying blood off her skin.
“Thank you, Remus” Hermione said gratefully, through a big smile. Then she threw her head up as she remembered something.
“Oh Ron! I forgot to tell you! My Astronomy homework is already done, and you can copy it if you like. It’s on my bed, I’ll go get it.” She only had one foot on the floor when Remus held her back again. “Not if Peeves is still up there.” Then Ron chimed in.
“Yeh, Hermione…I’ll get it in the morning.” He said through a yawn. Hermione then put her leg back up on Remus. Finally relaxing, she rested her head on his collarbone. Ron snorted and looked at Harry, as if to say, “she could at least try to be more convincing…”. Harry smiled back at Ron in agreement. Sirius was watching Remus and Hermione silently.

Hermione kept trying to get “comfy”, and adjusted her hips so often that Remus appeared to be a little flustered. He seemed to be quite concerned about her sitting too close to him. Every time she leaned forward and pushed her butt back into him, he tried to sit further back himself, to prevent the girl from placing herself where she wanted. He finally did give up resistance, and she was able to press herself tightly against him, and she was more than pleasantly surprised to find that he was aroused. Hermione bit her lip and smiled.

All her moving about seemed to pay off. She subtly rocked herself in his lap, so that she could not only tickle herself, but also entice him to do more. Sirius glanced over occasionally at the couple who was silent for a long while. He just smiled at them appreciatively, as if to say, “They’re cute, aren’t they?” Remus was very slightly flushed, and Hermione was ecstatic. She kept “getting comfortable”, and pushed herself harder into him, while leaning back against his chest. He was quite unmistakably aroused, and he was starting to instinctively put his hands on her hips, as if to grip her. She had already found it unbearably sexual sitting in his lap, but now that he was hard and taking hold of her, it was overwhelming. All the while, she inhaled his musky cologne, and thought about smelling it on his bare skin. She smiled now, feeling him nudge against her timidly. But after a moment, she pulled herself from him.

He felt bad, because he thought he might have scared her away. I shouldn’t act like this with her…even though it’s difficult not to…she doesn’t know what she wants…she can’t want an older werewolf who used to be her professor… Lupin thought. Meanwhile, Hermione longed to just keep going, pushing herself against his body, pleasuring him…but she didn’t want to alarm him or the others. She felt a little awkward, and decided to leave it perhaps for another time. She regretfully told him, “Em…Remus, I think we should all be getting to bed. Will you still be here in the morning?” She genuinely wanted to know if he was going to be there, but the thought crossed his mind that she was simply trying to comfort him. Remus just nodded, although he didn’t look very sure. He just sat there, almost rigidly, but then he decided to make Hermione feel better about what they had done…or almost done. “H-Hermione? I’ll try and stay for the morning, but we do have to get back. I really…enjoyed our visit though…” He said, smiling. She beamed at him. She wouldn’t be beaming like that if she didn’t like me in the least, Lupin assured himself.
“Goodnight then, Remus,” she said, stepping up and embracing him warmly. They lingered there, pressing against each other tightly for what seemed like forever. He was lost in the feeling, and she had closed her eyes automatically, almost awaiting his kiss. It seemed she hadn’t had an innocent hug since Harry hugged her at least a few months ago. She was half expecting him to grab her or grind into her, but Remus was so gentle and considerate, he just held her until she pulled away. She was still beaming from ear to ear. His spirits were lifted still as he watched her give slightly more quickened hugs to the others.

All of a sudden, breaking the silence, someone appeared through the portrait hole. They all looked to see who it was. There stood Ginny Weasley, looking quite warm. She had just returned from the Ravenclaw house party. Harry tried not to stare at her too obviously, but failed. He had to take in every aspect of her good looks, her posh fashion, the way her lips glistened with lipstick in the firelight. She was wearing a maroon mini-skirt of crushed velvet, white knee-highs, and a black, sleeveless turtleneck. Her gorgeous red hair looked extra smooth as it was braided into four, and hung artistically around her neck. Harry’s gaze had moved from the top of Ginny’s head, down to the sleek platform ankle boots stepping up to the group. She had apparently been staring at him, as if wondering when he’d stop gawking, because when he looked up at her face for the second time, she had an expression of expectance. Harry turned slightly pink, and looked back at Sirius, who was getting up to greet her as he had done Hermione. Harry watched them embrace, hoping that he could get his chance to hold her close. She waved to Ron, hugged Lupin, and finally, moved toward Harry, who thought she seemed to be floating across the ground. He was nervous to touch her. Ginny stepped up to Harry and pressed herself tightly against him and her arms locked around his back. He could feel her full breasts on his chest as she squeezed him. “How are you, Harry?” She asked very assertively. “M-I’m fine, thanks…you?” He replied. “Good.” She winked at him when she pulled away…

Ginny strode over to an armchair, sat and crossed her legs. Harry couldn’t help but watch the velvet skirt threaten to show him something he desperately wanted and didn’t want to see, for fear of embarrassment. His cheeks were still warm, when Sirius had begun to ask her how the party was. Ginny answered all his questions at once. “It was great, Snuffles!”—she had taken quite a liking to the name and refused to let it die—Sirius laughed and then said, “Why do you still call me that when no one else does?” He didn’t truly mind, but he found it quirkily funny. “Well, Snuffles, I happen to think it’s an adorable name, and it suits you!” She defended herself. “It suits him?” Ron said incredulously. Harry just grinned. “Anyway,” she carried on, “Seamus went with his buddy, Dean Thomas, and they had so much butterbeer that they were break dancing when everyone was talking quietly…then Parvati finally managed to go and talk to some Hufflepuff bug she had been wanting to approach for years now…oh and I’ve had more to drink tonight than I think I’ve ever done…” Ron snorted. Sirius just listened attentively, then said, “Well…sounds like fun!” Then, at that, he, Lupin and Ron left the room to find Fred and George to get some fun snackboxes. Harry realized that he was now alone in the room with Ginny…She basically took no notice of him, and vice versa. She pretended to be filing her nails, and Harry pretended to be riveted by staring at the tapestry on the wall. Every now and then, however, Harry snuck a glance up at her. It seemed like every time he did, Ginny happened to be doing something enticing. Every so often she would reapply lip-gloss, tug at her stockings, pull her skirt up a little, arch her back in a sprawling stretch. He was beginning to wonder if these were mere coincidences—and if she would notice how aroused he was—Ginny leaned back in her armchair, looking pleasantly bored.

Harry found himself still looking at Ginny’s eyes, and hair, and skirt. Then, “Em, Harry, can I grab you for a moment?” Ginny asked and Harry, his mind in the gutter, did not know up from down. “W-Wha-what? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…” he sputtered. Ginny gave him a sympathetic smile, and then clarified. “Harry, can I steal you away for a word, please?” then added, “That’s if Snuffles or Ron won’t mind…” Sirius appeared through the portrait hole, had a weird look on his face, and asked Ron if he wanted to play wizard chess with him. They led Lupin back out of the Fat Lady as quickly as they had appeared. Ginny led Harry out of the portrait hole, and into a dark corridor. They were already almost halfway to the Astronomy Tower. “Uh… where are we going, Gin?” Harry asked, unnerved. “Oh, you’ll see…” she said, and took his hand to pull him up to pace.

They reached the Tower and climbed the stairs to the top. Walking out onto the viewing platform, Ginny gave a wicked smile to Harry, and just looked into his eyes. Harry suddenly felt his stomach jump up and drop with a thud when he noticed that Ginny was unhooking her skirt and dropping it. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She stepped out of the skirt and began pulling her shirt off, too. Harry was in complete shock. He could not move, but just stare at her, undressing in front of him seductively. She was wearing only her knee socks and platforms when she strutted over to him.

“Harry? I want to ask you something…” He merely nodded stupidly. “Do you…think I’m attractive? Do you want to…touch me?” He felt his pants tighten, and his face go warm again. Before he could answer, she carried on. “Harry…do you want to…er…do it with me?” she said finally, so close to his face he could feel her breath as she spoke. He found it increasingly difficult to walk away, even though he was nerve-racked. “Let me…show you what I mean, exactly, Harry…” She winked again, and pulled his hand towards her lower body. His hand was trembling slightly, but her strong pull compensated. His hand was pressed between her legs, and she guided him. He was stroking her before he knew what had happened, and she was moaning in his ear. “Harry, I want you to get on top of me…” She pulled him down onto the floor of the balcony and undressed him. He still could not find his vocal cords. She took off all his clothes, and he was quite chilled in the wind.

Then, Ginny guided him on top of her, and they lay there, keeping warm and kissing for a while. Harry was so aroused that he couldn’t resist her at all, no matter how awkward it would be afterwards. “Oooh, Harry…you’re so hard…I’ve wanted to bed you since I started at Hogwarts…that’s it…” Ginny encouraged him as he finally started to rub up against her. “Er…Ginny,” he said in a small voice, “is this…what you want? You want me to make l-love to you?” She beamed at him and stifled a giggle at his modesty. “Come on, Harry…stop teasing me…I want you so bad!” She wrapped her smooth legs around his back and forced him closer. He started kissing her neck and ear. As he pushed himself into her, she moaned again. “Harry…!” “Oh, Ginny…you’re gorgeous…I’ve wanted you too…” He breathed in her ear. She was breathing heavily, and nipping at his neck and jaw playfully. Ginny could hardly believe what was happening, too…the boy she had a crush on, also the “boy who lived”, and a handsome sixteen-year-old with tousled raven hair and piercing emerald eyes, was making love to her finally. Her hands stroked through his untidy hair as he kissed her collarbone and breathed sensually on her breasts. They looked each other deeply in the eye, panting heavily. Harry was pushing faster, while Ginny bit her lip and grinded into him harder.

“Oh, Harry…keep going…harder…” she whined, and he did what she wanted exactly. His shock of hair moved and tickled her neck and face as he got rougher with her. She had been waiting for him to take her roughly, but didn’t want to force him to do what he wasn’t comfortable with. She grinned and bit her lip again, now that Harry gripped her hair and pushed inside deeply and roughly. Harry groaned as he came, and Ginny, feeling that it was even easier for Harry to slip in and out of her, dug her nails into his lean arms as she reached her climax. “Uhhhh…Harry!” She panted as she gazed deeply into emeralds…they seemed to lead to eternity as she looked into them, like green crystal balls. Harry gave a huge grin, and Ginny giggled and embraced him tightly, not letting him get off of her. They remained like that for a long while, keeping warm again and feeling each other’s racing heartbeats.