The Holidays Are Here, Part II

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Chapter Seven

Harry walked through the sea of people, confused and lost. He had no recollection of how he had arrived here, or where here was. He took off his glasses, cleaning the lenses on the hem of his shirt. Holding them up to his face, he looked through them, checking for any more fog. He could still see the it, and realized it wasn\'t on his glasses at all.

“There you are, Potter.” Potter, Potter. The words had an echo to them as he turned to see Draco Malfoy standing close to him, with something shiny in his hand. Trying to see item through the fog, he stepped a bit closer. Why does he have a dagger? The razor edge must have been nine inches long at the black and gray serpentine hilt. The blade had writing on it, but the fog continued to restrict his vision.

He stepped closer, seeing the name \'Harry\' etched into it with remarkable craftsmanship. Draco turned his wrist, flashing the other side of the blade, upon which read \'Potter\'. He looked around in panic as he worried about why Draco would have a dagger with that name etched into it. That\'s my name.

He heard Ginny yelling something at him, but her words were muffled and incoherent to him. Turning around to search for her, he saw only the crowd of people. He realized now that no one really paid much attention to him, except Draco and Ginny. What was she saying? He completed his turn to see Draco had stepped closer to him, and was now only an arm\'s length from him.

“Harry, no!” No, no. “Get out of here!” Here, here. “Get away from him!” Him, him.

She was in a full sprint, her fists clenched tight as her arms pumped furiously in an attempt to propel her forward with more speed. Harry was confused by Ginny\'s appearance. Her body and voice were the same as her usual youthful, sixteen year-old self, yet her hair was a light gray instead of her normal strawberry blond.

Movement from the corner of Harry\'s eye caused him to shift his attention to Draco again. He had drawn his arm back, preparing to thrust his blade into Harry\'s chest. Ginny grabbed Harry while in full stride, pulling him down with her. He heard her cry out in excruciating pain as they landed in the dirt. Her arms were still wrapped around him as he looked up, seeing Draco disappear into the fog, hazy contrails wisping behind him.

Harry felt something warm and wet on his hands. Holding them up, he saw the red of blood. The only color he had seen since coming around, and it was the bright red of blood. Feeling along Ginny\'s back, he felt the serpentine hilt protruding from her lifeless body. A pool of red poured from where the blade had exited her chest. It spread around him as he screamed her name.

“Ginny!”Harry had sat straight up in bed, the covers flying away from his sweat drenched torso. His heart was pounding furiously as he felt the ache spread across his chest. Ginny sat up with him, her puffy eyes betraying her fear for him as they stared into his. She ran her hands across his chest and shoulders, trying to calm his speeding pulse.

“What is it, love?” she asked as she pulled him tight to her body. She felt his heart pounding furiously against her. “You\'re soaking wet! It was a bad dream, wasn\'t it?.”

Harry put on his glasses to see the clock. It was one in the afternoon, and he recalled now falling asleep with Ginny after making love to her. But it wasn\'t just a dream, not to him. He knew there was more to it than just a bad nightmare. This was a vision of some sort. He felt his tears being wiped away by his lover\'s soft hands. He hugged her tight, feeling along her back as if he were checking for the dagger.

“Something\'s wrong.” Harry got up and dressed. “I need to see Professor Snape. Now.”
“Let me come with you,” she said, rubbing the sleepiness from her puffy face.
“No. Please Ginny, stay here. This isn\'t something you should see, and he may not help me if you are there.”

She began to cry as she spoke. “You\'re scaring me, Harry. What happened? What is it?”
He kissed her on the forehead and said “It\'s okay, go back to sleep. I\'ll be back before you wake up.”

She didn\'t want to sleep now. Terrified, she got up and put on her robe. She kissed him and and said “Be careful. I\'m going to have a shower. You better be back before my hair dries.” He smiled lovingly at her. “I will.”

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Stepping from the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, Harry ran through the corridors, making his way to the dungeon, praying that Snape would be in his office. Opening the door to the potions classroom, he looked across to see the office door open. “Professor, are you here?”

Snape appeared in the doorway of his office, looking mildly disturbed. “Potter, in case you haven\'t noticed, classes don\'t start for a few more weeks. I suggest you leave, immediately, as I am in the middle of preparing your N.E.W.T. level curriculum for the pending semester.”

“Please Professor, I need your help. Something bad is happening. Something terribly wrong is going on.”
Snape closed his eyes and let out a long breath. Something told him this would be a complete waste of time, yet the Boy-Who-Lived would never come to him for help in a million years, unless...

“You have successfully aroused my curiosity, Potter. I will grace you with five minutes of my time.” He looked to his wrist, as if a watch might be there. “Start.”

“I need you to break into my mind. I won\'t fight back.” The fear in him showed through, allowing Snape a slight inner satisfaction. “What, pray tell, is it I\'m looking for today?” he said, continuing as he walked into his office, “Girl trouble, I presume?”

Harry crossed the room, stopping at the door, not knowing if he should wait to be summoned in or not. “An image of me and Malfoy, in black and white. Ginny\'s there too. I\'m lost in a large crowd.” Without warning, he felt his brain spasm as Snape had entered into his thoughts.

“Quit fighting.”
“I\'m not.” Relaxing his thoughts, Harry conjured the memory of his dream in an attempt to help. He felt Snape moving around in his head for several minutes before he heard anything.

“Interesting. I didn\'t know she liked girls.”

Harry instinctively fought back, pushing so hard that Snape had to grab the edge of his desk to balance himself. “That\'s not it, Professor.” Harry felt cheap, and he silently cursed himself for thinking Snape would only look at the one vision.

“I know. I saw your described scenario already. It bored me, so I looked around.” Snape straightened himself as his face turned hard. “Potter, you have effectively wasted my time. You need to see Professor Trelawney.” A slight satisfaction fell upon his face. “Unfortunately, she is still on holiday. Now get out.” He pointed to the door, expecting this to be the first move in a game Harry would play to resist leaving, but was proved wrong when Harry turned and left quietly.

Snape\'s curiosity was aroused indeed.
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Ginny heard a soft knock on her bedroom door, Hermione was on the other side asking if she could come in. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, as the door cracked open. “Are you decent?” Seeing Ginny had been crying, she came in and sat next to her on the bed. “Sweetie, what\'s wrong? I saw Harry downstairs, but he wouldn\'t talk to me. You two...you didn\'t have an argument did you?”

“No.” Ginny held the warmth of the robe against her skin. “Harry had a real bad dream, and said he had to see Professor Snape right away. I was just frightened, that\'s all.” She rubbed her face, trying to get the puffiness to go away as she stood up. “Eveything\'s fine, really. I just need to shower.”

“Everything\'s not fine Ginny. Not if he felt he had to see Snape, anyway.” She stood up and hugged Ginny. “It will be, though. We\'ve got a lot of the D.A. out looking for anything unusual, and as soon as anything turns up, they\'ll be here with the news.” She slipped her hands down the back of the robe to the round bum hidden beneath, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Ginny smiled as she hugged Hermione tight. She leaned leaned forward, pressing her pink lips against the softness of the lips in front of her. They shared a brief, sensual kiss before Ginny pulled away to speak. “You always seem to come to my rescue when I\'m feeling my worst. How did I ever get so lucky?”

“I would like to know too, Hermione.”

Both girls let go of each other quickly, turning to see a confused Ron at the door. “This isn\'t what it looks like Ron.” Hermione felt a shock of fear run through her. He was clearly upset, and she was the cause of it all. He walked away, shaking his head. “Wait, Ron!” She left Ginny behind to follow him to his room, but he shut the door before she could reach him. “Ron please, let me in.” She knocked several times before she heard him unlock the door, slowly pulling it ajar.

After the door had fully opened, she nearly fainted after seeing who was standing there. She put a hand on the frame to steady herself as she looked at the woman staring back at her. Standing several inches taller than Hermione, she said “Well, how do I look?”

Hermione\'s jaw dropped. She looked down to see black stiletto boots that laced up past the knee. Continuing on past the creamy skin of the thighs, she let her eyes run wild across a midnight blue leather thong. Following the straps that ran high over the hips to where the hands rested, she saw a small whip dangling, ready for use.

The whip was merely for show, as the handle had several thin strips of leather hanging from it that measured about a foot in length, and didn\'t look like it would hurt at all. She continued up to see a matching midnight blue leather corset that laced tightly up the middle, all the way from the bottom of the garment that covered her bellybutton, to the heaving cleavage that seemed to scream for freedom. Around the neck there was another matching item, a midnight blue choker that fit tightly around the soft skin of the neck.

Hermione finished her gaze with the woman\'s face. No hair or errant curls hanging down to frame the flushed cheeks. It had been pulled into the tightest bun she had ever seen. Looking up to the cinnamon colored eyes, the woman finally spoke.

“Does it look as good as it feels?” Her lips turned up, forming a naughty smile.
“I was saving that outfit for our last night together.” She was mildly disappointed.
“I know, but I thought it might help while we try to make him understand why I was kissing Ginny. If he won\'t listen to the good Hermione Granger,” she said, pointing at her, “he\'ll listen to the bad Hermione Granger,” pointing to herself.

Good Hermione looked over to Ron again, who had slumped into a chair at his desk, a look on his face that said I can\'t take anymore excitement today. Looking back, she asked “Can I touch you?” She already knew the answer to the question, realizing she was talking to herself. “What I mean is-”

“I know what you mean.” Bad Hermione looked over to Ron. “I don\'t know, but I think his love is worth finding out.” Good Hermione reached out and touched the soft skin just above the hip with her fingertips, running up the curve of her side. This was one of her favorite places to be touched, and excitement flowed through her as she fantasized about making love to herself, to the Bad Hermione.

Ron looked up at the two, puzzled beyond belief. He looked to Good Hermione as she shut the door behind her, locking it. “I\'m not sure what\'s going on, but I don\'t think I\'m in the mood for games Hermione.” She crossed the room and sat on her knees in front of him. “Ron, I tried to tell you back there. It\'s not what you think.”

“And I suppose you know everything I\'m thinking? What about everything I\'m feeling, huh? Do you know how I feel right now Hermione?” He looked away from her to the wall where the clock once hung. “How about betrayed? I saw you kissing my sister! How else is it supposed to look?”

“Ronald Weasley,” Bad Hermione spoke up, snapping his attention to her. “Do you think you are the only one in this room who understands what\'s going on?” She pointed her whip at him. “You can listen to what she has to say, or you can hear it from me. We\'re both the same person you know.” He looked to Good Hermione, trying to understand why this was happening.

“Ron, listen to me, please.” Good Hermione reached up to wipe a tear from his cheek. “Ginny and I have a special relationship that only two girls can share. What you saw was me comforting her, easing her troubles. I wasn\'t displaying an undying love for her.”

“But you do love her, though. It was easy enough to see. I saw the same thing the day we all went shopping. Did you need to comfort her there, too?”

Good Hermione hung her head. “I\'m still trying to understand certain aspects of my life Ron. Yes, I love her, but I\'m not in love with her. Yet, she strikes a chord deep within me that only a girl can. I don\'t know what it is, but I want to understand it. I need to understand it.” She looked up to him as tears rolled down her face. “But it\'s something I\'ll let go of forever, so long as you will still love me. Please, don\'t ever take that from me.”

Ron wanted to believe her love for him was absolute, but his faith had wavered severely. His heart was still confused as he slipped to the floor next to her and reached out to take her trembling hands into his. If he could just touch her, feel her close to him, maybe it would all make sense. She threw her arms around him immediately, letting go the river of tears she had been trying to hold back.

He held her tight as he spoke. “I love you Hermione,” he said as he pulled away to search for truth in those beautiful eyes. “I don\'t understand what you\'re going through, and most likely never will. But I can\'t go on without you either. It would hurt too damned much.” He kissed her softly, tasting the tears on her lips. Ron marveled at how much one sweet taste of her lips could make everything alright.

His heartache lifted immediately as she returned his kiss with all the love she had. He compared this moment to earlier, when she was kissing Ginny, and came to understand one thing: if her love could heal his soul, he couldn\'t fault her for trying to Ginny\'s troubles.

His thought was interrupted as Bad Hermione slipped the handle of her whip against his chest, separating the two. “Pardon me dear,” she said to Good Hermione, “but I think it\'s my turn.” She placed a foot into his chest and slowly pushed him flat to the floor. “You have given us an awful fright today Ronald. I don\'t think one soft kiss will make it all better.” She pressed her boot into him as she said “Stay.”

She pulled Good Hermione up, and wrapped her arms around her thin waist. “I think you did it. Thank you.” Good Hermione stood on her toes, hovering her lips so close to Bad Hermione\'s that they brushed together. They both closed their eyes and kissed passionately, exploring each other\'s tongues as Ron watched on. “Blimey!” Watching the two kiss like that made him hot. This was a fantasy he had, but never thought it would come true.

He tried to sit up, but was stopped quickly. Bad Hermione pressed into his chest again, and pulled away from the kiss. Though she looked down, she spoke to Good Hermione. “I want to make him watch first.” She let go of her time twin and grabbed the chair. Walking across the room, she placed it on the floor beside the bed. She looked to Ron as she pointed to the chair. “Sit.” He obeyed, and stood up quickly, only to hear her speak at him like a dog again. “No, not like that. Crawl.” She could tell that he rather liked her being so forceful. They both still had much to learn about one another.

Good Hermione giggled as she watched Ron crawl to the chair and wait to be given his next command. She walked over to whisper in Bad Hermione\'s ear. “I want to try.” They both nodded and turned their eyes to him. “Well?” she demanded, pointing to the chair. “I believe you were told to sit.”

Ron got up on the chair, placing his hands on his knees. Bad Hermione shook her head at him. “Put them down at your side. You aren\'t allowed to touch yourself, understand?” Ron frowned as he tried to speak, but he was silenced by Bad Hermione putting the butt of the small whip against his lips. Holding it there, she said “Say my name.”

Ron wasn\'t sure what she wanted to hear, but took a guess. “Hermione?”
“No.” She struck him across the chest with the whip.
“Future Hermione?”
“No.” She struck him again.
“Ow! I don\'t know if I like you being ba-” He paused, smiling. “Bad Hermione.” He said it with confidence this time.
“Good boy.” She pulled Good Hermione\'s shirt over her head, and took off her bra. “Have a treat,” she said to him as she bent over at the waist and suckled on a nipple. She made sure to leave plenty of saliva on the now stiff nipple, forming a little strand that stretched to her tongue as she pulled back.

Looking to Good Hermione, she asked “What\'s her name?”
“Good Hermione.”
“Good boy. Have another treat.” She got on her knees and opened Good Hermione\'s jeans, pulling them and her knickers down together, exposing a bald pussy as she slid them over each foot. She licked at the bald slit as Ron watched in amazement. While she continued giving him this little show, she backed her pussy onto his hand and waited for him to rub it.

He took the bait, and moved his fingers up and down the leather covering her pussy lips. She backed off him quickly, and shot a glare over her shoulder at him. “You dirty little pervert! Just for that, I think we\'ll have to move over to the bed, out of your reach.” She laid Good Hermione on her back, then climbed onto the bed, placing her head between the soft thighs in front of her.

Good Hermione closed her eyes and moaned as she felt her own tongue licking her clit, and she immediately realized how good it was going to be. Bad Hermione would know exactly how she wanted to be touched. Ron stared at them without blinking for a good minute or two before Good Hermione cried out, her body trembling as she grabbed the sheets to hold herself down to the bed.

Bad Hermione sensed orgasm was near, and stared up at Ron to watch him as he watched Good Hermione explode with ecstasy. His eyes looked down to meet her stare, and wanted badly to be touched. Looking back up, he watched the naked tummy spasm with aftershocks of release. Looking back down, he saw the leather thong slide past the stiletto heels. She stood in front of him, putting a heel to his left shoulder exposing her bald slit to him and said “One finger.”

He reached up, and slid a finger into her slick twat. Moving it in and out, he caused her to gasp. “Good,” she said, taking her boot from his shoulder. “You may take off your shirt.” He quickly pulled the tee-shirt over his head, hoping she would allow him to join finally. Instead, he was forced to watch as she got back on the bed and pressed her slit to Good Hermione\'s. They each grabbed the other\'s thighs and ground into one another for several minutes, forcing sweat to surface across the softness of their skin.

Good Hermione looked to him, and ordered his pants and underwear off. He quickly obeyed without standing up, fearing he would be tortured further for doing so. His hard cock twitched with excitement as he waited patiently for the next order. Bad Hermione moved from the bed to sit on his knees, facing him. She slowly slid forward until his shaft was pressed between them. Rubbing up and down against it, she gave him another command. “Untie my corset with your teeth.”

He lowered his face to her cleavage, biting down on the string as he rubbed his face across the exposed skin of her chest to pull it loose. Releasing his bite on the string, he centered his mouth on her chest again to loop his tongue through the string. He leaned his head back, pulling the strings apart. “Good,” she said as she moved back from his lap to the edge of the bed.

She looked to Good Hermione as she put a heel into Ron\'s shoulder. “Be a dear and help me out of this top.” Then she looked to Ron, saying “Take this off.” As he reached up, he saw a well hidden zipper on the inside of her thigh. After he slid it open, he cupped her calf in one hand and slipped it from the boot. Touching her skin was heaven to him, but she pulled her leg away and replaced it with her other boot, pressing roughly into his opposite shoulder. He watched Good Hermione pull the laces of the corset out as he unzipped the other boot. He slid her leg free, but gripped her by the ankle as she tried to pull away. “Come here,” he said.

“Ronald Weasley,” she said, “if you know what\'s good for you, you\'ll let go or you can leave, pleasing yourself in the bathroom while she and I continue.” Letting go, he whimpered at her. He didn\'t know how much more of this he could take. Bad Hermione stood up, her corset no longer having any string in the loops, causing it to fall to the floor. She moved back to the bed, straddling Good Hermione\'s face as she leaned down to kiss the tummy ring in front of her. She began to breathe heavily as her pussy was being pleasured, and turned to Ron.

“Are you ready to please her?”
“Yes, please.”
“Get on the bed then, but do not put it in yet.”

Ron moved as fast as he could, and positioned himself between Good Hermione\'s thighs, waiting for his next order. Bad Hermione leaned down and wrapped her lips around the head of his aching cock, and slid down slowly. As she sucked down on his shaft, she reached behind her head and let her hair down. The only thing separating the two girls now was the midnight blue leather choker around her neck.

Pulling off his cock she stroked it, crying out as an orgasm rocketed through her pussy. She let go of him after the waves of lust had ebbed from her, and moved her hands to the insides of Good Hermione\'s thighs. She spread them apart as she pulled them back. “Go ahead, shag her. Cum in her pussy for me, I want to taste it.”

Ron obeyed. He pushed into Good Hermione\'s tight cunt, causing them to both cry out. He thrust as deep as he could, not trying to maintain at all. He only wanted to achieve release as fast as he could after being tortured. Bad Hermione leaned forward and kissed him as she draped her arms over his shoulders. He moved one hand to her chest, massaging her breasts as he moved the other to the breasts below them. Playing with two pairs of perfect breasts, snogging with one Hermione as he shagged the other proved to be too much for him. His lust peaked as he thrust deeply one last time, his balls dumping his warm fluids into Good Hermione as she cried out to him.

He pulled out, and Bad Hermione sucked him clean before moving down to Good Hermione\'s twat. She licked furiously, cleaning Ron\'s cum out of the tight hole it leaked from. The two Hermiones climaxed together, and all three collapsed on the bed, Ron laying in the middle as Bad Hermione turned herself around. She looked to good Hermione and said “It\'s time. I think you know what to do.” As Good Hermione got up, she kissed Ron and told him she loved him. “Bloody hell, Hermione,” he said, “Don\'t leave me here with her.”

“What does it matter, Ron? I\'m about to become her.” She looked to Bad Hermione one last time as she put on the time turner. Ron watched her spin it, and slowly fade away. Turning back to the only Hermione left in the room, he asked, “Can we do that again some time?”

“Maybe.” She looked into his eyes as she ran her fingers across his chest. “I love you more than life itself Ron. I couldn\'t live if you didn\'t love me. If you want me to just be a friend to Ginny, I will.”

He held her tight to his chest as he said “I don\'t think I can do that to you. It would change you from the woman I fell in love with, to a woman that was missing something. Just promise me you\'ll never put her first.”

“It\'s not like that Ron. How many times am I going to have to say it?”

He smiled at her and said, “Once, maybe twice a day.”

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