Time Alone With Herself

Luckily, time was finally on her side. It was late enough in the school year that she wouldn't begin to show signs of pregnancy until the beginning of the summer holiday. The Hogwarts school robes were conservative enough that even though her body was beginning to change, no one would be able to tell. The only real risk was the teachers and anyone in the bathrooms. Hermione's secret room did have its own bathroom, but it didn't have a shower.

"Harry, what am I going to do?" She asked him, one afternoon in her privet classroom.

It was a warm day in spring and even though the weather was perfect, bet Hermione was anything but relaxed. She spent most of her time worrying but still somehow finding a way to keep up with her school work. Harry was done with lessons for the day, and like resent days, he was spending his time around his secret fiancée, trying his best to be there for her. Hermione wasn't sure how Harry was dealing with the fact that he was going to be a father, he never really opened up to her.

"What am I going to do?" Hermione asked again.

"You mean, what are we going to do?" Harry piped in.

"You're not helping." Hermione scowled

"Sorry, I was just trying to help." Harry replied. "What's going on?"

She didn't answer, it was just too complicated and embarrassing. Walking around the room, she slowly started disrobing, letting her clothes fall to the floor. When she saw Harry's eyes light up in excitement, she shook her head.

"No, not that. Just look at my stomach." She said pointing to her slight bulge.

"You can hardly notice it. It's not that big." Harry said, trying to sound sincere.

She cut him off. "It will be. Another few weeks, maybe a month, and everyone will know I'm pregnant. I can't hide it for much longer in the bathrooms, the other girls are starting rumors that I'm getting fat from all the stress from school."

"What about my dad's invisibility cloak, could you use that to sneak past the girls?" Harry said thoughtfully.

Hermione smiled but shook her head, "Not unless I can take a bath while wearing it."

"What about the prefect's bathroom?" Harry suggested, "No one goes in there after dark and it's not too far from here. You could just sneak in there under the my dad's old cloak, take your bath, then sneak back. All you'll have to worry about would be Moaning Myrtle and as long as you stay under water, she'll never find out."

A weak smile broke across Hermione's face "Sounds like a good idea, but I don't know where it is."

"Then I'll lead you there tonight. We can meet in this room, sneak under the cloak, and I'll show you where it is. Then, when it's safe, I'll go wait outside and make sure no one comes in."

Hermione pulled her clothes back on and hugged him. "Thanks, I knew we'd figure it out."

Harry gave her a timid kiss. "Yeah, we're good together."

"You know..." Hermione purred, "It isn't all that bad. My boobs have been swelling like crazy."

Harry grinned. "I've noticed."

The day seemed to drag on forever. Harry had Quidditch practice before dinner so Hermione spent the rest of the afternoon alone wishing her Time Turner could move forwards instead of just backwards. She had always been a patient person, but there was a urgency in her body that couldn't wait until Harry's return. It must have been the hormones because she hadn't ever felt this horny in years. She considered going using the Time Turner one more time to go back and blow off a little steam, but that would make the wait even longer. Plus, she was out of Polyjuice Potion and she really wanted to feel Harry inside of her. To feel his hot firm body pressed against her as she held on to him for dear life.

There was a tradition at Hogwarts of the older girls giving the younger girls a little bit of advice once they reached a certain age. No one was really sure who started the tradition, but most girls thought it must have been the teachers trying to keep girls from getting pregnant. There was a simple spell that made a magic wand a little more magical. Once Hermione was sure the doors were locked, she gave her wand a little flick and muttered the incantation. With a tiny glow, her wand sprung to life, expanding and pulsing with magical energy.

It was the first time Hermione ever cast the spell with the intention of using it and the vulgarity of what she was about to do made her heart race. In her second year most of the girls in her dorm would enchant their wands like this as a prank, bringing them out an inappropriate times and even sword fighting occasionally. But Hermione never thought of actually using it, she was too much of a goody two-shoes to ever do something that dirty.

She pulled her robes back off and laid down on her bed. Her wand had grown thick and hot, and it throbbed in her hand. There was another spell she could have used to help lubricate it, but the warm trickle of excitement dripping down her legs let her know she wouldn't need it. She guided down to her crotch, letting the wiggling tip drag across her bare stomach. She knew how excited she was, but didn't dare let her wand get near her vagina. She learned long ago that it wasn't about the sex, it was the lead up to it that mattered.

Taking the wand in one hand and a breast in another, Hermione teased her body, tickling the inside of her thighs with her wand and massaging her chest with the other. As she pressed her fingers firmly in to her breast, she could feel something different beneath it. She rolled the nipple around with her palm, mashing the soft mound with her fingers. The swelling breasts seemed to be full and with a slight pull of her nipple, she felt a wet sensation on her hand and wrists. She wasn't sure what it was, but with a quick lick of her tongue it became clear, it was milk. She pulled at it again, this time feeling a tingle deep in her chest as a little more milk squirted out, falling on her chest. It was amazing, something she never thought she would be able to do, but somehow, it made sense. She pulled again and again, until a little puddle collected on her chest. She dipped her finger in the luke warm puddle and brought it to her lips, tasting it, warm, dry, heavy, almost bitter but still sweet. The idea of tasting her own breast milk made her squirm around on her bed, arching her back.

The idea came to her before it even made sense and she dipped the pulsating wand in to the puddle of milk, splashing most of it around her, dripping to the bed. Before she lost anymore, she took the milk soaked wand and pushed it towards the entrance of her vagina. There was a little bit of resistance as the vibrating wand teased her body and made her tense up, but after playing with the tip of it a while she managed to slide most of it in to the wet depths of her hole. The strange sensation sent shivered through her body and made her jerk around like an epileptic. The room around her seemed to lose focus as she pushed her wand deeper, feeling the wiggling tip tickling the lower parts of her belly. She knew not to be too rough, she didn't want to hurt the baby, but she needed release.

Once her body relaxed enough, she pulled it out slowly, teased the entrance a bit, then slid it back in. As it wiggled and throbbed it felt alive, felt like it had a mind of its own. Hermione pushed it all the way in again, this time feeling it filling completely. She didn't know if it was the magic or her own wild imagination but she really did feel it pressing against every part of her. More, more, more, faster, deeper, it churned her, teased her, filled her and before she knew it, her whole body rippled with extract, dancing with pleasure. Moaning with little regard to who might hear her, she filled the room with echoes of her desire. It seemed to last an eternity until finally, her body went limp with mind numbing satisfaction. Her wand slid out of her, sopping wet, and fell on to her bed where it turned itself off.

After Hermione finally caught her breath, she picked up the wand, changed it back to normal, then cleaned up herself and the bed with a few simple spells. She put her robes back on and walked down to dinner, her body floating with the afterglow of ecstasy.

"How was Quidditch?" Hermione asked Harry over her plate of turkey and potatoes.

"Fine." Harry answered, "If Ron would just stay on his broom for more than five minutes we might actually get a little bit of practice before our match with Slytherin this Friday."

"Hey!" Ron shouted, spraying potatoes around like a water sprinkler, "Just because I crashed when that bludger hit me doesn't mean I can't fly."

"No, it means you can't fly and you're a bludger magnet." The Weasley twins called across the table.

Once the laughing stopped Hermione caught Harry's attention and asked, "We're still on for our plan tonight, right?"

But before he could answer, Ron cut him off. "What plan?"

Without missing a beat, Hermione quickly came up with, "Homework. Just because you've got bludgers for brains doesn't mean the rest of us do. End of the year exams are coming up and we're getting a head start."

"Really? Then you two must be mental." Ron rolled his eyes.

An evil smile broke across Harry's face, "Hermione really enjoys studying, isn't that right 'Mione?"

She tried to curse him with her eyes but since that didn't work she decided to play along, "Yeah, I even studied by myself while you were playing Quidditch."

Harry looked horror struck, "By yourself? You should have told me, I would have canceled Quidditch if I would have known that."

Ron looked dumbfounded, "Cancel Quidditch to study? You are mental."

Neither Harry or Hermione, they just kept staring at each other, trying not to laugh or blush. Hermione felt a foot tickle her leg from under the table and she gave it a swift kick, seeing Harry wince in pain. This made them want to laugh even more.

"What's with you two?" Ron asked, "You're like an old married couple."

It was a good thing that Ron was looking at Hermione for an answer, because Harry's face light up redder that Ron's hair.

Hermione was able to keep her composure and she answered, "It's just, you've still got a mark on your head from where that bludger must have hit you."

Ron's face also turned the color of his hair and he ran out of the great hall, covering his head.


"So tonight then?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I'll be waiting." Hermione smiled.


Again, time seemed to drag on forever as Hermione watched the minutes tick by on her clock. She tried to distract herself with a textbook or an assignment but she was too excited to stand still. The candles lighting her room danced in the cool night air, the soft moon light calling out to her. It was the kind of cold that didn't feel cold, but nipped at your skin making you want to take shelter under the blankets or in the arms of a lover. As time slowed even more, she could feel her heart beating in her chest, her whole body rising and falling with every breath. The oily smell of the candles soothed her mind, letting her really feel the softness of the bed she was laying on. She was relaxed, but anxious, just watching the minutes continue to tick by.

She wasn't sure when harry was going to arrive but finally a knock on her door broke the painful silence and she jumped to her feet. She swung the door open and saw... nothing.

"Harry?" She whispered in to the darkness.

There was a slight pause before she heard. "Yeah, it's me. Quick, get under."

As they crept through the hallways, Hermione kept bumping in to Harry, her mind too distracted to pay attention. She was sure if she didn't get a grip soon she would end up stumbling down a flight of stairs or trip in to Professor Dumbledore out on a midnight stroll. When they finally stopped and Harry whispered the password, Hermione’s heart gave a sigh of relief.

"Okay, I'll wait outside until you're done. I'll keep the cloak with me in case someone walks by, I can stop them from coming in if I have to." Harry whispered.

"I don't think so." Hermione whispered back, pulling him thought the bathroom doors and magically locking them behind them.

"What are we?" Harry muttered in surprise.

Hermione didn't answer, she just pressed her lips up against his, grasped his shoulders and pushed him up against the wall. In one fluid motion her robes fell to the hard stone floors and she pushed her naked form up against Harry, feeling the cool fabric of his robes tickling her bare skin. She had been waiting all day for this moment, she tore at his robes, her fingernails scratching his chest. Touching herself just wasn't the same as feeling another person's body react to her touch. She knew her own body, but everything Harry did was a surprise. When she kissed her own neck, she would gasp out softly in pleasure, but when she kissed Harry, his body would jerk around, twitching at the touch of her wet lips.

Once Harry's robes were off as well, Hermione pressed her body up flat against Harry's, her skin tingling with excitement. She pushed her knee between Harry's legs, feeling his fleshy cock filling with blood while her breasts rubbed up against his chest. Remembering what she discovered a few hours ago, she grabbed one of her nipples between her fingers and gave it a few light tugs. Feeling her body swimming with excitement, she kept playing with her breasts until, she felt a funny sensation rushing up her chest and a small amount of warm liquid sprayed across Harry's chest.

"What the hell?" Harry asked, feeling the warm trickle run down his chest.

"Fascinating isn't it?" Hermione said, spraying him again.

"Would it be alright, if I tried?" He asked, nervously.

Hermione grinned at his perversion. "Sure, go ahead."

Harry reached out with a trembling hand and gave Hermione's nipple a hard tug.

"Not so rough," Hermione whined. "They’re really sensitive. You have to ease it out."

Harry nodded, but didn't bring his fingers back to her chest. Instead, he dipped his lips down and brought hip nipple in to his mouth. Hermione arched her back up to his lips, feeling his hot lips making her shiver warmly. Another rush of warmth rushed up through her, and her milk spilt in to Harry's mouth, making his eyes light up with child like wonder. He sucked harder, letting his tongue snake around, feeling his way her sensitive nub.

"Oh Harry," She moaned, "Go softer."

He nodded, pulling the nipple up and down with him. She could feel the milk pouring from her but she couldn't tell how much. It felt like a lot, but from her earlier experiments, she knew it took forever to get much out. But she didn't have to guess much longer because she suddenly felt Harry's lips leave her chest and press up against her own lips. A tongue pushed her lips apart and she felt milk pouring in to her mouth. She was so surprised but the sudden action that all she could do was swallow the it down.

"You dirty boy." Hermione smiled, kissing him back.

She led him to the middle of the room, shaking her slender hips as she went. She turned around and rubbed her butt across Harry's crotch, feeling just how hard he was. She felt Harry run his cock up and down between her butt cheeks, feeling his way to her entrance. Hermione bent over, granting him passage to her wet and waiting hole. As he entered her, she felt her body collapse with pleasure and she fell to her hand on to the hard stone floor. It wasn't the same as her wand, but it felt incredible just the same. It must have been the anticipation, or not knowing when the nest thrust might be, but as Harry filled her, she felt a passion she had been craving all day.

"Wait, let's change." Hermione suddenly said, leaning forward, causing Harry to slide out of her.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, slightly annoyed.

Her face burnt with embarrassment, "Well... I mean I'm pregnant and all, maybe it would be better to use.. the other one."

"What other one?" Harry asked with a grin.

"You know what I mean." Hermione blushed.

"I want you to say it." He commanded.

It was too much, "No, I can't." She pleaded.

"I know you can, just say it." He said, teasing her ass with his cock.

"...fine." She muttered, "In my backside."

"Your what?" He smiled.

"In my ass, fuck me in the ass." Hermione grunted.

"Alright then," Harry said, "As you wish."

He pushed himself against her tiny anus, feeling it resisting him. He reached around her and grasped her nipple once again, pulling and teasing it until he had a handful of breast milk on his palm. He sloshed it on his dick and then pushed himself back up against her tight anus and slipped in without any trouble. Hermione gasped out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, clenching her ass tight against the sudden assault, but all this did was make Harry push in deeper, the tightness of her hole driving him wild. It took him a few more slow thrusts before Hermione finally relaxed, the milk on his cock easing the process. With every wild hump he felt his pelvis slapping against her firm butt checks, the tempo increasing as he let himself give in to the pleasure. The hot tightness of her ass enveloped him and the deeper he went, the tighter it felt.

In another unexpected move, Harry pushed Hermione over on her side and grabbed one of her legs up in to the air. From this angle, he was able to dig even deeper, his cock churning her insides so much he was turning her milk in to butter. Rolling her over even further, he got her on her back, her legs around his waist and pulled her hips up to his, getting a clear view of her face as he continued to pump her ass. Her eyes were lazy, rolling back in her head, giving her whole self over to pleasure. He quickened his tempo, slamming as hard and as fast as he could manage, until finally, when their eyes met, his cock erupted, making his whole body jerk uncontrollably, sending his hot seed deep within her bowels. He held on to her hips as firmly as he could as he cock sent stream after stream of cum inside of her, until, with one final twitch, he finished, letting himself rest while still inside of her.

Once they finally caught their breaths, Hermione pulled her hips back, letting a torrent of cum, milk and other fluids rush out of her, spilling on the ground. She felt wonderful, but also extremely dirty. It was a good thing they were in a bathroom. After cleaning up the mess with a wave of her wand, they both jumped in to the bath, the hot water letting their minds drift away in a sea of pleasure. They stayed in the bath for what felt like hours before the finally got out and got dressed. There wasn't much to say to one another, so they slipped under the invisibility cloak and headed back the long hallway to the Gryffindor common room. Once they were safely inside and they were sure no one was around, Hermione gave Harry a good night kiss, feeling like the happiest girl alive.

Fin


Author's notes

I hope it lived up to Intelligo and ninesenshi's expectations, and of course, all of my other readers. If you liked what you read and you want more, please let me know. I'm pretty open to most ideas and I'm willing to add what readers want to read, so if you have any suggestions, let me know. It's really all thanks to you readers that I'm still writing, so, thank you. ORZ