Start of Something New

Okay, first of all, I apologize for the cliff hanger at the end of the last chapter. I did write it, and I thought it got posted with the rest. I'm ammending the beginning of this chapter with the last bit of Chapter 4. Also, I prefer having several chapters written before posting them. That way, it's like one big bonus. Anyway, here's the rest of Chapter 4 and Chapter 5.

"This could be the start
Of something new
It feels so right
To be here with you
And now looking in your eyes
I feel in my heart
The start of something new"

--High School Musical, "The Start of Something New"


I open at the close

Harry’s excitement now turned once again to confusion. “ ‘I open at the close’? What does that mean?”

They spent a few minutes thinking of every which way to say the phrase “I open at the close”, but they couldn’t figure out what it meant.

“Great,” said Harry, wrapping the Snitch back in the handkerchief and putting it back in his robe pocket.

“Well, I’m sure we’ll figure it out, mate. Don’t worry,” said Ron. “I’m going to go get dinner. You guys coming?”

“No thanks, I’m not hungry,” said Hermione. “I’m going to go through this book. There must be a reason why Dumbledore left it to me.”

“Go ahead,” said Harry.

“Alright then, suit yourself!” said Ron. He left the common room and exited through the porthole.

Hermione had spent the rest of the afternoon reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard. Harry had done his rounds as Head Boy through the school. Thanks to Harry’s knowledge of the school grounds, and the Marauder’s Map, he was able to make sure no one was where they weren’t supposed to be.

He was walking down a corridor on the second floor when he heard a voice calling out to him. “Harry! Hey, Harry!” Harry turned and saw Dean Thomas running after him.

“Hey, Dean,” said Harry. “Have a good summer?”

“Not too bad,” said Dean. “You?”

“Oh, it was okay,” said Harry, despite the fact his summer was anything but fine, what with trying to get Hermione to talk to him, trying to solve the mystery of the Horcruxes, and grieving over Dumbledore’s death.

“Hey, I didn’t see you at dinner,” said Dean.

“Yeah, I had Head Boy duties,” said Harry, checking his watch. “It’s not too late though. I can still get something.”

“Well, this came for you,” said Dean, taking out an envelope from his robe pocket and handed it to Harry.

“Mail at dinner?” said Harry, taking the envelope and being thoroughly puzzled.

“Apparently all the mail is being checked…especially…” Dean’s voice trailed off, as though wishing he hadn’t said anything.

Especially mine, finished Harry in his head. Of course, his mail would be checked thoroughly, and most likely by the Order. “Thanks, Dean,” he said, his voice indicating he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Sure thing,” said Dean, who got the message. “See you later!” He waved and ran off towards Gryffindor Tower.

Harry looked at the envelope. It’s from Ron’s parents. Wonder why they’re sending me letters? Harry was tempted to open it, but then he noticed that it was addressed to the Head Boy and Girl. Harry was puzzled at why the Weasleys would send something to him and Hermione, but he figured that he’d find out when he opened it in Hermione’s presence.

Harry noticed it was getting late, so he stopped in the kitchens and asked some of the house-elves if he could take some food to go for him and Hermione. Of course, this means that Harry ended up with enough food to feed five or six, although Harry thought that perhaps Ron could finish what was left. Leaving the kitchens, Harry headed upstairs to the Head Boy and Girl dormitory.

“Hermione!” called Harry. “I’ve got dinner here…and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sent us a letter!”

He could hear the shower running in the bathroom. He knocked on the door and repeated what he said.

“Oh, thanks Harry,” said Hermione. “I’ll be out in a few minutes!”

As Harry set the food on the table, he noticed the copy of Beedle the Bard Hermione had left on the chair by the fireplace. He picked it up and thumbed through it. Like Hermione, he was used to Muggle fairy tales, many of which involved some sort of magic or magical creature or item. He wondered what wizard fairy tales would be like.

He was in the middle of a story about a warlock’s hairy heart, which Harry found pretty grim (no pun intended, he chuckled to himself) to be included in a book of stories for children when he heard the bathroom door open. He looked up, and saw Hermione, dressed in a skirt…and topless. Harry felt his cock harden again. Somehow, and Harry wasn’t quite sure how, Harry had forgotten that Hermione said she felt more comfortable around him topless than fully clothed.

“Oh, you’re reading the book,” said Hermione, who Harry could tell was still a little shy about being half-naked in front of him. “Which one are you reading?”

“Uh…the one about the…warlock’s hairy heart,” Harry stammered out.

“Oh, that’s a creepy one,” said Hermione. “I like the Fountain of Fair Fortune the most so far.” She then spotted the letter and picked it up. “This is from the Weasleys?” she asked Harry.

“Yeah,” said Harry, who, despite having a mental picture of Hermione topless in his head and his promise to himself to sleep with Hermione tonight, was consciously trying not to stare at Hermione’s…what was he going to call them? Breasts seemed so…formal. If he was in love with Hermione, shouldn’t he call them something else? Boobs, or tits seemed fine for now. He may have been planning on getting in Hermione’s pants tonight, but he didn’t want Hermione to think Harry was just interested in her body.

Hermione opened the letter. When she read it, she handed it to Harry. Harry took it from her and read the letter himself.

Dear Harry and Hermione,

We hope things are going well for you two so far. Head Boy and Girl must be a pretty demanding job. We just wanted to remind you two about Bill and Fleur’s wedding this Saturday. As you may have forgotten, it was going to be this summer, but security was a problem for the summer, but now everything is in order. We can’t wait to see you two! We’ll have disguises ready for you two. Yes, Hermione, you’re getting one too. Lupin seemed to think it prudent. Hope you two are having fun!

Love,
Arthur and Molly Weasley

Harry put the letter down. “The wedding…I’d completely forgotten about it,” he said.

“So did I,” said Hermione. “But, that sounds like fun.” She then looked at Harry, and a slight frown crossed her face. “Harry? Are…are you trying not to look at me?”

After putting the letter down, Harry had started examining his fingernails. The truth was, he was trying not to look at her. It seemed to Harry that whenever he tried to look at her face, into her eyes, all his eyes could look at was her chest.

“Harry,” said Hermione, kneeling down to make eye contact with Harry. “Harry…if you’re worried about…about looking at my chest…don’t. You can look all you want, remember? That’s why…why I’m like this. If…if you don’t notice my chest…I’ll think you think my boobs aren’t any good.” Her face started to get a saddened expression on it.

“What?” said Harry. “Hermione…they’re…wonderful.” To emphasize this point, he grabbed her boobs with his hands and fondled them a bit. “Seriously, Hermione…they’re more wonderful than I could have imagined.”

Hermione looked completely relieved at this. “Oh…good,” she said. She then giggled.

“What?” asked Harry, completely taken aback.

Hermione pointed at his crotch. Harry saw that his cock was standing at attention, quite hard.

“Harry,” said Hermione. “This morning, you gave me such a wonderful feeling. Now…now I want to return the favor.” Before Harry could start to fathom what she meant, she undid his belt and slid his pants and boxers down to the floor. Harry’s cock was standing tall and hard, naked before her very eyes. Hermione grabbed it with her hands, and Harry had never felt so good before.

Hermione stared at his cock, which had to be at least nine inches long. She’d heard of the practice before, but the idea of actually doing it…Hermione was starting to get horny. Deciding to do it, she brought her mouth to his cock and engulfed his cock in it.

Harry moaned from feeling Hermione’s mouth on his member. Oh my God, that feels amazing. The warm wetness of her mouth on his cock was truly to die for, especially when she sucked on it; that created a most wonderful feeling that Harry couldn’t describe but knew that it felt amazing.

Hermione couldn’t believe it. She was sucking cock! She was a cocksucker, and the idea of that turned her on. She decided that a cock was definitely her favorite thing to have in her mouth. She was feeling incredibly slutty at the moment, something which a year ago would never have occurred. She understood how things were supposed to be now: girls were supposed to suck cock.

Harry was afraid to move even a bit, the feeling was so good. Finally, he started stroking Hermione’s hair with his hands. This was a wonderful feeling on his cock. Curious to see her reaction, he grabbed her head and pushed her down on his cock. She took his entire shaft in her mouth, and Harry was sure he could feel the back of her throat. He continued to push down, loving this feeling and getting off on the fact that she couldn’t breathe. Finally, he let her head up and she gagged, with a lot of spit coming back up. Panting, she said “That was amazing,” and then dove back down on his cock again.

Hermione was in another world at this point. She loved being dominated by this cock. She hadn’t expected to deep throat, but she found it very enjoyable, and she knew that he’d get off at watching her gag on his cock, so she was willing to do it. She went up and down on his cock a few more times before Harry said, “Uh, Hermione…I’m going to cum.”

Hermione knew what would be coming out of his cock, and she was curious to taste it. She increased her speed on Harry’s cock and the suction on it.

Harry’s eyes rolled in his head. He felt his balls churning and he knew this was going to feel amazing. He released his load into her mouth, and with every pump let out a moan. Desperate for it not to end, he grabbed the part of his shaft not in her mouth, and pumped it with his hand. He got a good 16 squirts in, just when Hermione thought her mouth could take no more, before he finally stopped and panted on the couch.

Hermione rolled his cum around in her mouth. She opened her mouth to show Harry what was inside, before taking a huge gulp and swallowing the entire load. Now not only was she a cock sucker, but she swallowed too. Only sluts did that, she thought, and she was okay with Harry thinking her to be his slut.

Hermione stood up, leaned over, grabbed his hands, placed them on her tits, and then whispered in his ear, “Darling, you’re not done yet. You still need to fuck me and come in my pussy.”

She saw his cock get rock hard at that statement.

“Wh-what?” he asked?

“You need to fuck me and come in me,” she said again.

Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Sure, he was planning on fucking her tonight, but coming in her pussy? Would she really let him do that? “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she said seductively. “Come in me. Come in my pussy. It’ll feel soooooo good, for both of us.”

Harry couldn’t believe his luck. Not only would he get laid tonight, for the first time, but he could come in her pussy. Thinking about that got him harder. Grabbing his wand, he waved it over his cock. When Hermione looked at him curiously, he said “I found a spell in the restricted section. It will let me come longer.” If he was going to come in her pussy, he wanted to really enjoy it.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, but nodded. She stood up and motioned with her finger for him to follow. Leaving his boxers and pants on the floor, he followed.

She led him to her bedroom, where Harry saw that, just like him, she had gotten a king size bed. Lying down on the bed, she raised her skirt, letting him see her pink panties. Harry put his face near her crotch and breathed, smelling her sex. He grabbed her skirt and pulled it off. Now she was only in her panties, which soon joined her skirt on the floor. He grabbed his shirt and threw it off next to her panties. They were both now totally exposed. He breathed in her scent again, and the smell made his cock ache with anticipation. He saw that she was plenty wet. He spread her legs and stared at her pussy, before lining his cock up to her entrance. He went in, slowly, and a new warmth and wetness engulfed his cock. Hermione’s eyes lit up, feeling this new object inside her. It felt wonderful to be so full. He pressed a little farther and…there it was. Her hymen. He pressed gently, but it wouldn’t budge. He pressed a little harder, but still nothing.

“Harry, just go for it,” Hermione said.

Harry brought his cock back, then slammed into Hermione, tearing her hymen. Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her head. There was briefly pain, which was quickly washed away by the pleasure. As Harry moved his cock in and out, he kissed Hermione. He tasted a mintiness, and looked at her curiously.

“I performed a spell leaving a good taste in my mouth,” she said. “Your cum was good, but I didn’t think you’d want to taste it.”

Harry showed his affection for the new taste in her mouth by kissing her again, forcing his tongue into her mouth. They continued kissing as he continued pounding.

They stayed in the same position, kissing and fucking, for 10 minutes before Harry felt that feeling in his cock again. “I’m going to come,” he said, breaking away from Hermione’s lips. He grabbed her tits and roughhoused them, to really get his cock going. Pinching her nipples, he twisted them as he came. Oh, it felt so good to come in her pussy. The spell had done its trick; he just kept coming and coming and coming. With every squirt, he twisted her nipples harder, which turned both of them on. Hermione could feel his warmth, and feeling it sent her into her own frenzy. She came hard, her juices mixing with his.

They came for just over two minutes, completely awash in the feeling. Finally, Harry’s cock stopped squirting, and Hermione came down from her erotic high. He collapsed onto the bed on top of Hermione. He lazily licked her nipple before kissing her again. They spent several minutes on the bed, breathing heavily, trying to catch their breath, before Harry spoke. “Thank you,” he said.

“For…what?” asked Hermione breathlessly.

“For…being my first fuck…for letting me come in you…for…everything.”

“My…body…is yours to play with,” she said. “You can see and touch and lick and suck and fuck any part of it you want.”

She originally hadn’t meant to say that, but now that she had, it was true. Her body belonged to him, as his belonged to her. He could have complete access to her body, like she did to his.

Harry rested his head on her chest, before raising his head and looking at Hermione. “Wait a minute,” he said. “What…what if you…get knocked up?”

Hermione smiled. “Relax,” she said. “I performed a contraceptive spell in the bathroom earlier. No matter how much you come in me…and you can come in me as much as you want…I won’t get knocked up.”

Harry was only slightly disappointed. He’d gotten off in the risk of her getting pregnant, but in the end, he was glad she had thought ahead, and would continue to do so. He found that he enjoyed coming in her pussy. It was as though that’s the natural place for it to go: from his cock to her pussy.

Hermione started to move. “I should clean myself up,” she said. Harry sat up. She saw his cock was a bit messy, and chuckled. “Looks like you could use a cleaning up yourself,” she said. “C’mon. Let’s hit the shower, and go to bed. You can clean me, if you want.” Harry’s cock, amazingly, started getting hard at that statement. They got up and went into the bathroom.