Time Alone With Herself

After nine long months and one really long night, Harry and Hermione's little baby boy was born. He had curly brown hair and soft brown eyes just like his mother. Although Hermione would never admit it, to her, it looked like her son was just the male version of her, and looked nothing like Harry at all.

They decided to name him Nicholas after the great alchemist Nicholas Flamel, a name that had stuck in their minds since first year. When it was time for Nicholas to be born they decided to have him at a muggle hospital, still trying to keep him their little secret. What neither of them expected was how much money having a baby would actually cost. Each month they would end up paying more for diapers and baby food than they did on their house payment. And since Hermione would be staying home to take care of their sweet little baby boy, Harry would need to get a job.

There wasn't much for an underage wizard to do in the magical world. Harry wasn't really sure what he was good at, the only thing he knew how to do was fly. The small village they lived near was close enough to the town of Puddlemere, home of the Puddlemere United Quidditch team, that Harry decided to take his chances with them. The Puddlemere United weren't a very popular team, nor were they a very good team, but the pay wasn't bad. He got the position of reserve seeker without even getting on his broom, apparently the name Harry Potter was all the tryout he needed.

Problem was, when the first game rolled around, the team manager made him stay hidden behind the bench. Reserve players rarely showed themselves, but Harry's case was different. he was their secret weapon. If anyone found out he was on their team, the whole Quidditch world would be watching their every move, learning their every play. The manager wanted to keep Harry hidden as long as they could, and only use him as a last resort. This didn't last long.

One particularly stormy match, the Puddlemere's primary seeker was clobbered by a beater who claimed the rain had gotten in his eyes. Harry didn't think his first game was going to be in a such bad weather, but he would take what he could get. And with a blow from the referee's whistle, Harry was in the big leagues.

As he flew he heard the announcer giving the play by play. "Puddlemere with the Quaffle. Charles passes to McClark, McClark to Harold, Harold back to McClark... and he's taken out by a bludger. Folks this is turning out to be a brutal game, and there hasn't been a single sighting of the snitch yet. Not that anyone would be able to see anything in this rain, right? Wait a minute, I might have to eat my words here, Puddlemere replacement seeker has just gone streaking down the pitch. He's... Merlin's beard, can this roster be right?! Harry Potter? I'm being told this isn't a mix up, folks, the one and only Harry Potter's just gone after the snitch and... yes! He's got it. Puddlemere wins! Who knew we'd be seeing the big debut of Harry Potter here tonight?"

As soon as his feet touched the pitch, Harry tossed the snitch to the referee and dashed for the locker room. He could hear the fans roaring outside and he wanted nothing more than to get back to Hermione and tell her the good news.

It took a few months for the wizarding community to finally settle down about the even more famous Harry Potter. Somehow Ron found a way to find their address and had sent his a howler for not telling him about leaving school for Quidditch. Ron seemed to think if Harry had taken him along, Ron would have magically grown some talent. Ron's wasn't the only letter they got, owl after owl kept buzzing around their little home until it got to the point that the muggles were getting suspicious. The ministry of magic put a block on any mail coming from anyone Harry or Hermione didn't approve of. This quieted things down for the young couple in their quiet little home.

In late September, Hermione finally turned of age which meant she was able to help out more around the house, but her main focus was still their baby. They didn't wait long after her seventeenth birthday to get married, since Harry was considered old enough by most. He still couldn't do magic legally, but by then he had learned to get by without it. Miss, Hermione Potter, it had a good ring to it. Hermione had invited her parents, but other than them, their wedding was pretty small. It was at an old beautiful stone chapel on a perfect day in the fall and Hermione couldn't have wished it any other way. Life was perfect as it seemed, but she knew someday she would have to tell Harry the truth.

One year later, she decided that she couldn't put it off any longer. She wanted to tell him on his birthday, but when the time came she didn't want to ruin the occasion. But now, Nicholas was a little over a year old now and beginning to need less attention every night. This gave them a little more time to sleep, and before that, a little more time to fool around. Since their wedding night, they hadn't had a chance to really feel one another and their bodies were aching for it. But before she would let herself be taken over by pleasure, she made sure she finally came clean.

"Harry?" She asked, kissing the soft part of his lips, "You love me right?"

That was never a good question, "Of course I do, 'Mione. What's wrong?"

She bit her lip, "Um, I don't know how to say this, so I'll just say it. Nicholas isn't yours."

With a puzzled look on his face, Harry asked, "What do you mean?"

Tears were in her eyes and she couldn't control her voice. "You're not Nicholas' father."

A flash of light shattered a mirror on the other side of the room, Harry stood there clutching his wand. When he realized what he was doing, he forced himself to calm down and asked, "Then who is?"

"I am..." She squeaked.

"I'm sorry, what?" Harry laughed, thinking he was going mad.

"I'm the father... and the mother." Hermione explained.

There was a long pause before Harry finally realized this must have been a joke. "Okay," he said in a mock voice, "What book did you read that makes this make any sense?"

"It wasn't a book... well sort of." Hermione tried her best not to break down. "I used Polyjuice potion on myself... kinda got myself pregnant. Then, then I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry."

"But how would Polyjuice potion..." He began.

"I used the time turner, remember third year? When we went back in time, we saw our old selves. Well, I kinda went back in time... used some Polyjuice potion and you know..." She pointed to the picture of Nicholas on the wall.

"So I'm not the father?" Harry stammered.

"Well, technically you are, since it was you I turned in to." Hermione said, blushing.

Then, before she knew what was happening, Hermione felt Harry's lips pressed up against hers. "Well, I'm not sure I really understand, but whatever happened, I love you."

"You're not mad?" Hermione gasped.

"Why should I be? I had sex with a beautiful girl, she had my child, we're married and have a happy home. Why should I be mad?"

"Oh Harry." She said, hugging him so hard it hurt.

The next few days felt like a second honeymoon. Well, it was more like a first honeymoon since their first was cut short by baby Nicholas catching a cold. They spent most of the day curled up under a blanket on the couch, naked in each other's arms. Hermione was so relieved that Harry didn't throw her out that she showered him with so much affection she was afraid she might suffocate him. Every kiss seemed real, every touch made her weak, she couldn't have been more in love.

Harry kept questions about the Polyjuice to himself for as long as he could, but after a while, curiosity got the better of him. "So how'd it happen?"

Hermione's faces shot bright red. "What do you mean?" She squeaked.

"You know..." Harry grinned, hugging her close and grinding his pelvis against her butt.

"Come on... you know I don't want to talk about it." She said, trying to wiggle free, but only managing to tease him more.

"Why not?" He asked, massaging her shoulders.

"It’s embarrassing." She said, finally breaking away.

"Why?" Harry asked, making a sad puppy face at her.

"Because its... dirty." She said.

Harry grinned and without warning, gave her round little butt a swift spank. "That’s never stopped you before."

"Fine," She said, giving him a stern look to hide her wild side, "If you must know, I was feeling a little stressed out from school and needed a little time with myself."

"Go on..." Harry grinned, rubbing the spot he just spanked.

"Well... after a while, it got a little boring... by myself. So I spiced things up a little." Hermione couldn't keep her embarrassment hidden.

"Why don't you show me." Harry suggested, tugging playfully at her robes.

"I can't." Hermione said, blushing so hard she was afraid she would run out of blood.

"Why not?" Harry teased even more.

"Because! Because when it happened, there were about ten of you." She snapped, hiding her face.

"Ten..?" Harry gasped, grinning from ear to ear, "Oh you dirty girl."

Harry's clothes were off in a flash and before Hermione realized what was going on, her own cloths were being torn off of her body as well. Harry pressed his lips in to her flesh, playfully biting at it. Both of their minds raced as Hermione remembered her erotic adventures and Harry tried to imagine it for himself. His hands grasped at her flesh, groping handfuls of her breasts.

"You ever play with you own tits?" Harry asked as he acted out the question.

"Yeah." Hermione moaned, ashamed at her own desires.

Harry brought his lips down to her nipples, licking them, teasing them. "Did you ever suck you own tits?" He asked, feeling warm milk splashing against the back of his mouth.

Hermione arched her back towards his lips, feeling the warm tingling sensation overwhelming her senses. "Yeah." She moaned, "All the time."

Harry let the milk spill out of his mouth on to her stomach. He lapped his tongue at it, smearing it around on her stomach, ticking her. He traveled lower, down her taut stomach, his lips leaving a dirty mess as it went. He nuzzled her crotch with his nose, playfully examining it. He gave her one quick lick up the length of her wet slit then pulled his head away.

He couldn't believe how excited Hermione was getting by just asking her questions. And, if she was this excited now, his next question would send her over the edge. "Did you ever eat yourself out?"

"Yes," She screamed, desperate for him to continue.

Harry didn't hesitate. He dove, tongue first, in to her hot wetness. With years of practice beneath his belt, Harry teased and prodded Hermione's quivering flesh, licking and slurping like a pro. He pushed at it, pulled at it, melting his lips in to hers, all the while, feeling his own excitement growing. With a few more intense moments of tonguing, Hermione's hips bucked up against his face, hot cum splashing against his tongue.

Without missing a beat he slipped his legs between hers and pulled her hips up against his, his cock pressed against her still twitching vagina. He wanted desperately to plunge inside of her but he wanted her to hear his next question clearly.

In a soft voice he calmly asked her, "Did you ever fuck yourself?"

"Yes, please yes." Hermione begged as her mind tried to hold on to some bit of reality.

As excited as Hermione was, Harry still felt that same of hot tightness envelop him as he pressed his throbbing cock inside of her. Hermione whimpered in ecstasy as a second wave of pleasure washed over her. Harry could feel the walls of her vagina contracting as he thrust up against her hips, the tip of his cock straining against her cervix. He tried to imagine what it was like his first time, tried to imagine Hermione doing this to herself, and the idea drove him wild. He grasped handfuls of her soft breasts and started thrusting his hips wildly while tugging on her big firm breasts, bottoming in out on every thrust. He felt her arms clutch around his back as her orgasm continued to ripple through her body, her mind too numb to even moan anymore. Harry's breathing grew tight and it sounded like grunting matched to the rhythm of his thrusting.

"You're such a dirty girl." Harry panted, his thrusting growing erratic.

"Yes, yes. I'm a filthy girl, fuck me like a dirty girl." Hermione begged.


Hearing such a vulgar statement coming from such a sweet young girl, his wife, drove Harry out of his mind. He shoved his throbbing cock as deep as it would go, feeling her body clenching around his cock while he twitch and jerk inside of Hermione's hot wet sleeves. His thrusts became faster and faster as his dick pumped a flood of hot cum in to Hermione, her fingers digging his back. With a final thrust of his hips, Harry grunt in pleasure as he emptying himself into her and it was all over. He fell back on to the bed, his cum spilling out of her still twitching vagina. It took Harry a few moments before he remembered where he was and he rolled over to Hermione and kissed her like he might not see her again.

"It’s no wonder you got yourself pregnant." Harry said, still teasing Hermione lips with his own. "You're so incredibly beautiful."

Giggling, Hermione kissed him back. "I know."


"Come here." Harry laughed, pulling her naked body across him, lingering his fingers over her luscious firm breasts as they fell and rise in the warm glow of sunset.

For a while they just laid there, their minds still numb from pleasure. Feeling her body rising and falling as she breathed on top of him reminded him of the ocean, the waves peacefully tossing them in a sea of love. It was a while before Hermione finally broke the silence.

"You know..." She hesitated, embarrassed by what she was about to suggest, "The Time Turners might have been destroyed when Voldemort came back, but..."

"But what?" Harry asked eagerly.

"It would only take a month or so for me to brew up some Polyjuice potion." She said nervously.

"Go on." Harry grinned.

Hermione gave Harry's cock a playful tug. "If you want, I can show you what it was like."

End


Author’s notes

First off, if you’ve noticed that this chapter is a lot cleaner and has a fewer mistake parts per million, that’s because of my new beta reader, kyle.

Second, Thanks White Whiskey for pointing out the mistake in ages, I forgot all about Hermione being older. I did a quick patch over the story to remove any errors, but if anyone find more, let me know.

Third, yes this chapter was also short, but that’s because I’m plowing through them to get to the next chapter, which is the one I’ve been wanting to write for months.

For most of the details in this story, I looked them up on Google. Puddlemere United is Quidditch team in England and Dumbledore’s favorite team. Also Hermione’s birthday is September 19th according to an interview with J K Rowling. And the rest of it I just made it up.

Next chapter, Harry and Hermione switch bodies, for a little fun.

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