Start of Something New

"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"


Harry awoke the next morning, and the first thing he thought was, Was it all a dream? He rubbed his eyes, looked around, and saw that he wasn’t in his room, in his bed. He looked to his right, and saw Hermione, face down on the bed, asleep…and topless. Harry saw he himself was topless, and he remembered how the first night, they’d slept together topless too. Lifting up the covers, he confirmed the previous night when he saw his own cock and he saw Hermione was nude as well. Wow, he thought. It actually happened. It was…so amazing. He caressed Hermione’s back, who started to stir at this point. When she looked up, Harry was filled with affection and love for this creature. “Good morning,” he said, kissing her gently.

Hermione saw her own state, peeked under the covers, and collapsed back on the bed. “It…it wasn’t a dream,” she said.

“Nope, it wasn’t,” said Harry.

She lifted herself again, resting on her elbows. “Good,” she said. “If it had been a dream, I’d be so disappointed.” She looked at Harry curiously. “What are you going to do about Ginny?” she asked.

Harry layed his head back down on the bed. “I’ll be talking with her today,” he said.

“Are…are you going to fuck her?” asked Hermione.

“If I have to,” said Harry.

“Feel free too,” said Hermione. “Really. I won’t mind. Fuck her brains out. In fact,” she added, getting close to his ear and whispering, “See if she wouldn’t mind a three-way. Or a four-way.”

Harry sat up. “A…four-way? Who’d be the fourth person?”

“I was thinking…Ron,” said Hermione cautiously.

Harry partly closed his eyes, not quite believing what he was hearing. “Ron? With…Ginny? Hermione, they’re siblings! Brother and sister! Do you really believe that they’d be comfortable nude with each other? Or fucking each other?”

“Just see about Ginny,” said Hermione. “I’ll see about Ron. Besides, we can always use a potion on them.”

“Drug them?” asked Harry.

“Just…ask. We don’t have to do anything if they say no. But on the chance they say yes...if you can fuck Ginny, I want to be able to fuck Ron…and I’ll admit, I’m sorta turned on by the idea of seeing Ron fuck his own sister.”

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it. He had to admit, seeing Ron fuck Ginny was erotic. “Fine, I’ll see, but I’d rather not drug them. If they don’t want to do it, they don’t have to.”

Hermione nodded. “Now that that’s settled with…care for a repeat of last night?”

Harry’s cock hardened. “You bet,” he said. They dove under the covers.

After they finally left the dormitory, they headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Harry had gotten the book he’d gotten from the restricted section and shown it to Hermione, who’d promptly used a spell from it to enlarge her boobs, making her chest bigger. On a dare from Harry, she was now also going through the day without lingerie. Her new chest size and not wearing a bra was stimulating her nipples, especially when they rubbed against the fabric of her shirt. Adding to this her shaved pussy rubbing against the fabric of her pants, and she was actually fairly aroused.

When they got to the Great Hall, they spotted Ron and Ginny sitting at a table. Waving, they sat down next to them. “Hey Harry, Her—” Ron broke off, spotting Hermione’s enlarged chest.

Hermione, of course, knew what Ron was staring at, but she played dumb. “Ron? You okay?”

Ron finally tore his eyes away from her chest. “Y-yeah, f-fine,” he stammered.

Ginny had noticed her larger chest as well, and was unsure if she’d done it for Ron’s sake…or Harry’s. She still had feeling for Harry, but she didn’t know what they meant or if Harry had feelings for her still. The summer had drained the both of them. It’s funny, thought Ginny. Here I was, so sure it was Harry. I was even willing to give him my virginity! Now, I don’t know what to think. She had always envisioned Harry being the one to take her virginity. Michael Corner was nice, but definitely not the right person. She’d had the feeling Dean Thomas had begun to pressure her for sex, but that had ended too quickly for her to contemplate the matter. When Harry had first kissed her after winning the Quidditch Cup last semester, she’d gotten so enwrapped in her emotions that she had thought at the time she’d let him fuck her right then and there, in front of everyone. But after Harry had broken up with her at Dumbledore’s funeral, she had been confused lately. She knew that she needed to talk with Harry. And, finally admitting it to herself, she still wanted Harry to fuck her. She wanted him to take her virginity. She was sure that the romance between Harry and her was over, but how would she know for sure unless she talked with him? And, even if it was over, couldn’t they be friends with benefits? If Hermione and Harry were a couple now, she was sure that Hermione wouldn’t like that, but what about Harry? He was a guy, after all. Ginny knew from hearing her brothers talk that the more girls guys could fuck, the happier they’d be. Right now, she’d do anything to be able to be fucked by Harry.

“Harry?” she said suddenly, without thinking. “Can…can we talk?”

Harry, who had been laughing at a joke Ron had made, looked at her. “Uh…sure,” he said.

“Not…not now,” Ginny said quickly. “But…tonight? After dinner?”

Harry nodded. “Okay,” he said.

“That reminds me,” said Hermione, looking at Ron. “Ron, we need to talk too. You wanna talk after dinner?”

“Sure,” said Ron, who was taking another bit of his eggs.

“Well, now that that’s settled,” said Hermione, standing up, “I’m going to head to DADA class.” She looked at Harry and Ron. “I’ll see you two there.”

“Wait a minute,” said Harry, grabbing for an excuse, “I’ll come with you. There’s something I want to ask Professor Lupin.” He turned to Ron and Ginny. “See you two later!”

Ginny waved; Ron said “Bye!” with his mouth full of eggs. Harry hurried after Hermione. When there was no one in the corridor, he pinched her ass. “So…two questions for you.”

“Yes?” asked Hermione, clearly unfazed by Harry’s pinch.

“One, who did you do this for?” he asked, grabbing a boob quickly.

“Does it matter?” asked Hermione.

“Just curious,” said Harry.

“If you must know, I did it for you and for Ron.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yes,” said Hermione smoothly, as though they were talking about homework. “For you, so that you have more to play with. And, for Ron to get his attention, which they obviously did.”

“That’s for sure,” said Harry. “My other question: will you get fucked by Ron tonight?”

“You know,” said Hermione, looking at Harry with a mischievous look in her face. “Why is it always said that it’s the girls that get fucked. Why can’t it be the guys? It’s always ‘guys fuck girls’, never ‘girls fuck guys’. Why is that?”

“Well,” said Harry, thinking. “Guys always want to be dominant, and girls prefer being submissive.”

“And, how do you know that about girls?”

“Oh, it’s in a bunch of Muggle magazines that Dudley gets. I’ve looked at some of them over the years, and the polls that they do say that most girls prefer being submissive. Plus,” and Harry lowered his voice at this point, “considering that it’s a guy’s cock that penetrates a girl’s pussy, and not the other way around, it makes more sense to say guys fuck girls.”

Hermione thought about it. “I suppose that makes sense. It just sounds more like the guys are always in control, and that it’s all about the guy.”

“Well, isn’t it for us?” asked Harry, teasingly.

Hermione gave him a light punch. “Very funny. True, but funny.”

“You haven’t answered my question though,” said Harry. “Will you let Ron fuck you?”

“Are you going to fuck Ginny?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah, I am,” said Harry. He had just decided right then and there that he would.

“Well, then, yes, I am going to let Ron fuck me,” said Hermione.

“And, how do you know he wants to fuck you?” asked Harry.

“Please,” said Hermione, waving her hand as if waving that question away. “He’s a guy. Guys are all about fucking girls. All I have to do is show him my tits and my pussy and say ‘Fuck me’, and he’ll do it without thinking.”

“And…what about…letting him come in you?”

Hermione turned to him. “Why. Jealous?”

“Well, hey, seeing how you are my girl now…”

“Who’s letting you fuck other girls. Are you going to come in Ginny’s pussy?”

“I might.”

“Well, then, I might let Ron come in mine. Let’s just put it this way: You can do whatever you want to Ginny, and I’ll let Ron do whatever he wants to me.”

Harry could have said something, but his cock told him to stuff it. Getting to fuck other girls was not something every girlfriend let their boyfriend do.

“Okay then,” said Harry. “And, if I get Ginny pregnant?”

“Don’t you dare,” said Hermione. “That is something I would never forgive you for, Harry Potter. You can fuck her all you want, grab her tits and suck her pussy all you want, have her suck your cock all you want. You can come in her pussy all you want, but don’t you dare get her pregnant.”

“What about Ron?”

“I told you, I’ll use the contraceptive spell that will keep him from getting me pregnant. I’ll teach it to you to teach to Ginny.”

“You said I couldn’t get her pregnant. What about you?”

Hermione eyed him. “What about me?”

“Can I get you knocked up?”

Hermione stared at him. “Do you want to?”

“Well, I think it’s highly erotic that there’s a chance I could get you pregnant. Plus, while you were pregnant, your tits would lactate, and then I could get milk from them.”

“So, really, it all boils down to something else sexual for you? Sorry, but then no way.”

“What, you’re saying if I wanted a kid, you’d let me get you pregnant?”

“I didn’t say that,” said Hermione.

“But you thought it,” said Harry.

“You won’t be getting anybody pregnant. And if you do, you will be sorry, I can promise you that. I might let you fuck all the girls you want, but you will not get any of them pregnant.”

Harry thought about it, then dropped the subject.