Time Alone With Herself

"I'm pregnant Harry..." The words had barely left her lips before Harry's mind exploded with a million questions, the most prominent being "how." After a few minutes of asking unintelligible questions Harry finally calmed down.

"Well, what's going to happen?" Harry said, shaking a little.

Hermione's heart sank, she hadn’t thought it out that far. It was bad enough, tricking Harry in to thinking it was his baby, even though in a way it sort of was, but how was she going to make him take care of her mistake. "I don't know..."

"Well, I don't know either, but Hermione, I'll do whatever it takes, I love you." Harry said, more to reassure himself than anything else.

"Thanks Harry." She couldn't bring herself say I love you.

The next few weeks of school were strange to say the least. Hermione's body kept changing and Harry kept reassuring her, as well as himself, that he would do everything he could to take care of her. Pregnancy was against the rules at Hogwarts, and it wasn't something you'd get detention for, so she couldn't go to any teachers for help. And her friends wouldn't understand, not that she had many friends. Ron would probably get jealous that he wasn't the father, Ginny would probably get jealous that she wasn't the mother, and Luna might not understand and blame the nargles for her pregnancy.

And her boobs were swelling like nobody's business. They ached every day and if she wasn't mistaken, they were starting to lactate. She was lucky that their robes were so thick that nobody noticed. But Hermione knew that pretty soon, she wouldn't be able to hide the bulge in her stomach. It had only been a few weeks since she had gotten pregnant, but her stomach already felt swollen. She was sure it was all in her mind, but it really felt like there was something there. And the cravings... the craving were insane. She was glad that the great hall always had so much food and so much noise that no one would notice all the extra food she was eating.

Unfortunately one morning, Ron noticed. Luckily, he was too thick to make much sense of it. With a mouthful of potatoes, he shot out across the table, "You're really putting it away Hermione."

"Ron!" Harry said sternly, "She can eat whatever she feels like, she just needs extra energy to get though all her extra school work."

"And how do you know so much about her school work? You seem to be spending a whole lot of time with her now a days." Ron said, staring back and forth between them.

"Ron." Hermione snapped, looking a little red. "Just because you won't take the time to help me doesn't mean Harry won't. Harry even has quidditch to worry about, and he makes the time to help his friends."

"Hey, I have quidditch too." Ron blurted out, mimicking a child.

"Yeah, but he's captain, meaning he has a lot of responsibilities, and all you do is play." Hermione said as she scooted closer to Harry as she said this, feeling proud of him for some unknown reason.

"I... um." Ron bumbled.

"Come on Harry, let's go." Hermione said, cutting Ron off.

She pulled Harry by the arm out of the great hall and led him where ever her legs were taking her. It wasn't like there was anywhere she wanted to be, it was just that she didn't want to be near Ron anymore. It must have been muscle memory because before Hermione knew where they were going, they ended up in her privet room.

"Um... what are we doing here?" Harry asked nervously. The last time he was in here, he had gotten Hermione pregnant, as far as he knew.

"Oh, don't worry about that, you can't get me more pregnant." Hermione said with a grin.

"How can you joke at a time like this?" Harry snapped.

She nodded, but gave him another smile, "You should lighten up, being angry won't fix this."

"But what will?" He pleaded.

"I still don't know. I guess we'll have to tell someone eventually, then see where it goes from there. Finish school, get married, get a job then live the rest of our lives together." She said wistfully.

"I promised I'd help you with the baby, but what makes you think I'll marry you?" Harry said coldly.

Hermione felt her stomach heave in her chest. "I... um. I'm sorry Harry. I was just making a suggestion, I didn't mean anything by it. Of course you don't have to..." She was cut off by laughter.

"Mione, I thought you said we should lighten up. Of course I'll marry you, I love you, remember. In fact," He got down on one knee, "Hermione Granger, the smartest girl in the world, will you marry me?"

"You’re kidding." Hermione squealed quietly, her girlish side making her blush wildly.

"I'm not. I know I don't have a ring or anything, but will you marry me. And it won't be for a while, but still, will you?" Harry's knee was starting to hurt.

"Um I... um," She couldn't believe what she had gotten herself in to, "Sure... Yes, Harry. I'll marry you."

And so it was. They were engaged and they hadn't been on a single date. This bothered Hermione more than her self induced pregnancy. They had a weekend trip to Hogsmeade that gave them the perfect opportunity for a date, but the problem was actually having the date. Asking Harry was easy enough, but convincing the other students that they were just friend was going to be hard. Most of the school had their suspicions because they were always walking side by side and no one ever noticed Ron. And now that they were engaged, there was a strange urge to want to show it, to hold hands, to kiss.

"Um... should we go to Madam Puddifoot's cafe?" Harry said as they trudged through the snow.

Smirking weakly, Hermione shook her head. "No, I don't think I'd much enjoy that. And I'd doubt you'd enjoy that either. Let's just go to the Three Broom Sticks, get a few drinks, the head back."

"Yeah, good idea Hermione." Harry smiled, "And thanks, I think I would've died if I went in that damned cafe."

Hermione returned the smile. "Don't worry, I know how to take care of you."

Hermione found out that Butter Beer was an interesting drink. It was strong enough to send house elfs off their rocker, but for humans it usually just filled them with a warm feeling. But it seemed to have a weird affect on hormone filled teenagers. After a few drinks, Hermione was starting to wonder if a pregnant girl should be drinking something, but the warm sensation flowing through her body made her not care.

"You know Harry... I don't like Ron very much." Hermione said, sloshing her butter beer on the table.

"Yeah..." Harry said, trying to keep his composure but swaying around in his chair. "He's not the greatest of wizards, but he's a good friend."

"That's not what I mean," Hermione boomed loudly. "He's so jealous of us right now. You know he likes me right? Haven't you noticed that he hasn't spoken to you since he saw us holding hands? He might be thick, but I think he knows about us. Do you really think he was 'too sick' to come with us to Hogsmeade. Hell the last time he had the flu and he dragged himself up to Zonko's joke shop, bloody git."

"'Mione, you're drawing a lot of attention." Harry whispered, placing a hand on her arm.

She grabbed that arm, hugging it softly, smashing her breasts against it. "Mmm Harry... why do we have to hide our relationship?"

"Because we should, 'Mione, you know that. We can't draw any unnecessary attention to ourselves with you like that, people might find out." Harry said in a hushed tone.

"I don't care about that, they're gonna find out somehow, might as well face it head on." She said, climbing up on her chair. In her most official tone she could muster, Hermione exclaimed, "Listen up, everyone. Harry Potter and I are in love. He and I are engaged to get married, and furthermore, I'm..." She fell of her chair before she could finish.

Harry apologized as he swept her up in his arms and led her out in to the snow, leaving the many on lookers who were hanging on to her every word. After Harry marched her through the knee high snow, he plopped her down on an empty stone bench. The second her bottom touched the cold stones, she shot back up and ended up sitting on Harry's lap. There was a mix of pain and pleasure as Hermione's surprisingly heavy frame pressed down on his legs with her firm round rump. It was the kind of soft backside that you would want to use as a pillow if you had the good fortune of finding her asleep with her stomach on the floor.

"You need to be more careful, Hermione." Harry cooed to her, praying his pants wouldn't betray him in such a compromising position.

Hermione seemed to catch on to what he was trying to avoid. She gave her hips a little wiggle, both warming up her frost bitten backside and stirring up a little heat of her own. "I don't k now if it's the butter beer talking, but I'm feeling kinda good right now."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked but was answered by another wiggle of her ass on his crotch.

"Come on, the Shrieking Shack’s deserted. And just think, any screaming will just help the legend." She whispered seductively in to his ear.

Blood rushed to Harry's cheeks, "Um, we can't do that sort of thing here. Besides, you know the Shrieking Shack was magically sealed be Dumbledore himself. The only entrance is through the Weeping Willow, we couldn't get in there even if we tried."

"But we could always go behind it. It's all roped off and the only one's stupid enough to break that boundary is you and Ron, and Ron's not here. But you are..." She started tugging his arm in that direction.

"I don't think we should." Harry said, but the bulge in his pants betrayed him.

"That what I thought," Hermione whispered, feeling his rock hard excitement poking up against her.

"Okay, let's just make sure we don't get caught." Harry muttered, cursing himself for letting his urges control him.

As they trudged through the snow, they used their wands to hide their footprints. When there were sure no one was watching they ducked behind the Shrieking Shack, giggling hysterically at what they were about to do. Hermione tried summoning a bed but all she managed was a thick blanket, which they laid out on the snow. It wasn't much in the way of warmth, but it would at least keep them dry.

"Are you sure you want to do this out here?" Harry asked nervously.

"Exciting, isn't it?" She whispered in his ear, kissing it softly.

"Oh you dirty girl, Hermione." Harry growled, kissing her passionately.

"Oh, I'm dirty, am I?" She grinned, letting her robes fall off around her.

In the freezing cold, Hermione's nipples stood erect and hard, begging to be warmed by his lips. Her creamy white skin was freckled with goose bumps and freckles. She covered her crotch with her hands but Harry caught a glimpse of forbidden skin, and his heart began to beat hard in his chest. He grabbed her shoulders and slammed her back against the Shrieking Shack, kissing her lips like a mad man.

"Yeah, you're a dirty girl, standing naked in the cold with people less than twenty meters away." Harry said in to her lips.

"How dirty are you?" She asked, her hands leaving her crotch hugging him close, pressing her naked sex against his leg.

Harry couldn't do anything but grin nervously as he started to disrobe, looking around before becoming completely naked. He pressed himself against her, pulling them both down on to the cold blanket. Freezing down to the bone, both of them huddled against the other for warmth.

"Merlin, your body feels great." Hermione said, pressing her face in to Harry's small, but tone bicep.

"Then you must still be drunk." Harry laughed, grouping a handful of shivering breast, feeling her nipple poke against his palm. "Um... can I try something?"

"What is it?" Hermione asked, pressing her chest up against his hand, taking in a deep breath of satisfaction.

Harry smiled, "Close your eyes."

She did as she was told, feeling her knees being spread apart. There was a cold sensation and a sense of embarrassment as she realized her naked crotch was exposed to the world. Then, in a rush of cold and excitement, she felt a cold and wet something brush against her most sensitive area.

"What the hell..." She screamed, wrenching her eyes open and seeing Harry's head between her legs.

Harry looked up at her and grinned before dipping his head down again and giving her crotch another lick. The sensation was different than when she other self licked her, it was rough, unrefined and wonderful. When her other self would do it, she would be able to predict every action, every motion, but with Harry, the real Harry, each time she felt the wet velvet of his tongue on her sex, it was new and exhilarating. She grabbed up hand full’s of his messy brown hair and guided his head down deeper, encouraging him to continue his actions. The cold wind danced over her skin, sending shivers down her back, while Harry sent even more shivers through her body. The winds howled, hiding Hermione's moans, as her heart raced faster. Everything seemed right in the world, even the fact that she was lying to him seemed to melt away as her legs twitched with every lick.

"Use your lips too." Hermione hissed down at him.

There was no response from Harry, but the massing of his lips against her sex let her know that the message was received. Harry used his lips awkwardly to tease her nether lips, his tongue lashing deep within her excitement soaked vagina. Her hips began to buck up against his face, her legs tensing up and writhing wildly. With Hermione's body inches away from orgasm, Harry suddenly stopped, leaving her desperate for release. Her body ached, yearning for just another lick, then Harry delivered. In a swift flash of lips on flesh, he kissed her most sensitive nub, sucking on it gentle. This sent Hermione over the edge of pleasure and madness, her body twitching with electric ecstasy. Every nerve ending in her body sang out euphoric delight, her legs kicking weakly as her climax surged through her adolescent body. The butter beer and the cold weather numbing her mind to anything else but this one moment in time.

Harry lapped his tongue against her quivering sex, receiving a mouthful of wonderful girl cum he had never before tasted. Satisfied with his work, he laid down next to Hermione, catching his breath, wondering if they should get dressed before anyone found them. But, he thought with a smile, he wasn't sure if he would care if anyone did find them.

"You're pretty good at that." Hermione said as the blood in her body finally returned to her brain.

Harry smiled. "Yeah, and it’s not something you could have learned in a book... wait, what do you mean pretty good?"

Hermione didn't dare tell him that she was better at eating herself out than he was, nor was she sure how to even explain it if he asked. "Um... I just mean you're good, but I know you can get better." She gave him a sensual smirk, "With practice."

"As much as I'd like to continue," Harry said, motioning to his throbbing erection, "I think we should get back to the others. Then maybe we could continue this back at the castle."

"Okay, and I know the perfect place where we won't be discovered." Hermione said with a wink.

They quickly robed and ducked behind a group of student on their way back to the castle. As they walked they both realized that neither of them cared if they were caught holding hands.

Author’s notes.


Talk about blue balls... he he he.
Sorry no lactation milk play in this chapter, I wanted to add it, but it didn't fit. Hopefully I can work it in to the next, 'cause I'd have quite a bit of fun writing that particular kink.

Anyways, shame on my readers for not catching the blunder I made about Hermione mentioning that they saved Sirius with the time turner, when I set up the story to take place during the third year and they saved Sirius at the end. If I made any other mistakes, let me know. I already caught the fact that Harry wasn't captain of the Quidditch team in his third year, but I just hate Ron sooo much. So I let it slide to make Ron seem even more worthless, sorry folks if you like Ron, I just don't.

As always, thanks to the 36,000 of you that have read my stories. I didn't ever thing I'd make it that far, and it’s all thanks to the readers who leave feedback. So let me know what you think.