Time Alone With Herself

Lacewing Flies, leeches, Fluxweed, Knotgrass, powdered horn of a Bicorn and shredded dried skin of a Boomslang were a lot easier to buy now that Hermione was of age. She still needed to buy the ingredients separately because the Ministry keeps tabs on anyone who might be making Polyjuice potion for the wrong reasons. It was a tricky potion to make, but by now she was probably better at it than anyone else in the world. But, even with all the practice, it still would take her over a month to brew.

"Hey, is it done yet?" Harry asked for the hundredth time.

Hermione dropped the ladle loudly on the floor. "No no no, alright. Look, if you want sex, just say so. But it’s going to take time."

"Well alright then, let’s have sex." Harry grinned, massaging her shoulders with his hands.

"I don't mean..." She slapped his hand away. "I didn't mean right now. Besides, I've got to take Nicholas for a doctor’s appointment. Maybe we can do it later, if I still have any energy left after putting Nicholas to sleep."

"Fine." Harry sighed, feeling the drag of married life.

Harry wasn't unhappy with their relationship, he just missed how close they felt when they first ran away together. They had only been together for a little more than a year, but having a baby at home made it seem a lot longer. He guessed the real problem was that they never had a chance to stumble through the dating part of a normal relationship. They went right from being friends to being engaged with a baby on the way. He didn't regret the choices they made, he just felt like he missed out on a normal part of life.

Since they had told Hermione's parents about Nicholas at their wedding, they had always offered to take him for the night if they ever needed a helping hand. Harry declined the offer right away, remembering how terrible his childhood was without his parents. He had made a promise to himself that he would always be there for Nicholas, but with countless nights of sleep lost to the cries of his baby son, having a night to themselves seemed like a wonderful idea.

"Hey, do you want to eat out tonight?" Harry asked, resting his chin on Hermione’s shoulder.

"Sure," She smiled, winking playfully. "How long has it been since we've eaten out, ages? Plus, it'll save me the trouble of making dinner tonight. Where do you want to go?"

Harry thought that it was cute how she always ran so many questions together when she got excited, it was something he hadn't noticed in a while. It was that cute little flare in the way she spoke that got his attention so many years ago. He loved the way she got caught up in her own thought, so brilliant and yet so detached from the world. Without any warning, Harry threw his arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss that lasted so long he forgot what they were talking about.

"Well now, what's got you so worked up?" Hermione asked, her heart fluttering in her chest.

"I love you Hermione." He whispered softly.

"Just realizing that now?" She teased playfully.

Harry grinned and kissed her again. It was strange how quickly he went from feeling stuck in a rut, to feeling as excited as a young boy holding hands with a girl for the first time in his life. That night they had dinner at a small cafe in town. It was a cozy place that they had first found the day they moved in to town. After they finished unpacking it was too late to go grocery shopping so Hermione had suggested going to for dinner. It had gotten so late by the time they reached town that every other shop was closed. They wandered through town, hand in hand looking for a place to eat when they finally found that tiny cafe. It didn't have much in the way of choices, but the pastries they made were pretty good and the owner was pretty friendly. He told them stories while they ate and sipped their tea and he didn't seem to mind how long they stayed. It must have been well after midnight when they finally went home.

When they arrived, the owner greeted them both with a friendly wave. He was a muggle through and through, but there was something almost magical in his smile. It was such a small place that it only had five little wooden tables grouped together by the shops only window. They ordered some sandwiches and tea and waited while the owner went in to the back to make their food.

"This brings back memories." Harry said as he reached over and held Hermione's hand.

"Yeah..." she smiled, scooting her chair closer to Harry.

"Isn't it nice to live in a town where I'm not famous?" Harry said as he leaned back in his seat to relax.

"Wait, you're famous?" Hermione asked sarcastically.

"Yeah... it was on the news and everything. I was the one who married the most beautiful girl in the world. I think I've still got the newspaper if you want to read about it."

Rolling her eyes in disbelief, she leaned over and gave him a soft kiss then rested her head on his shoulders. "She must be a special girl."

"She sure is." Harry smiled, giving her a kiss in return.

They stayed like this the rest of the evening, calm and relax, just happy to have the world to themselves. Other than the cafe and local shop, they didn't know much about the little town they lived by. They decided to go exploring for the rest of the evening, not looking for anything in particular, just wanting to do something together. There was an old stone school that Nicholas would be attending in a few years, at least until he was old enough for Hogwarts. The town was built around a small river that flowed all year around. At the center of town was a large circular plaza that had the oldest shops surrounding it. It was such a peaceful place that time seemed to slow down, allowing the observer to enjoy the scenery just that much longer.

"Should we head home?" Hermione asked, tantalizingly brushing her hand along his arm.

"Why not here?" He responded with a naughty grin.

"No, we'll get caught." She answered, giving him a stern look.

Feeling a rush of excitement, he pulled her behind the old school house. "That didn't stop us last time, behind the Shrieking Shack."

"Come on, we're not kids anymore." She pleaded, looking around frantically, hopping no one saw them enter.

"Why should kids have all the fun?" He whispered, cupping her breasts in his hands.

"Fine," She whispered back, still worried they'd get caught. "As long as we are quick about it."

Harry didn't need to be told twice. He gave Hermione's soft tender breasts a few more gropes before dropping his hands lower, pulling her crotch up against his. Even through all their clothing he could feel the softness of her mound pressed against his growing cock. Harry undid his pants and let them fall around his ankles while Hermione hiked up her dress and slipped her panties off over her shoes. She bent over, butt in the air and her hands against the rough stonewall. He got behind her and pushed his cock against the entrance of her vagina, having trouble due to the position they were in.

Hermione was going to make a suggestion but stopped when she felt Harry's lips on the back of her neck. He was kissing her, teasing her, breathing hot air down her back. She heard Harry spitting behind her, but couldn't tell what he was up to. Then without warning, she felt a tickle at her anus, then something hot filling her.

"Hey!" Hermione gasped, both shocked and turned on.

"Keep it down," Harry whispered, kissing the back of her neck again.

Hermione had every muscle in her body clenched, making it hard for Harry to even move. He knew if he pulled out he wouldn't be able to enter again until she relaxed, so instead, he started slowly humping his hips against hers, keeping his cock tightly in place. He could see her fingers gripping the wall so hard that her knuckles were turning white, so with one hand, he reached under her shirt and started teasing her nipples, and with the other hand, he stated teasing her crotch. He still tried to hump against her, but he slowed down until his hands got her excited enough for her to relax. It took quite a while, given how cold it was and how afraid she was of getting caught, but Hermione finally gave in to the pleasure. Harry's fingers started to feel a familiar wetness as he probed the inner folds of her womanhood, and soon he was slipping them in and out with ease. A few more kissed to the back of the neck caused her to topple forwards, resting her chest up against the wall. She was ready.

Harry moved his hands to the sides of her hips and started to thrust his dick deeper in to Hermione's tight ass. His cock throbbed every time Hermione moaned out in pleasure. Once she was relaxed enough to move freely, he picked up speed, his hips slapping against her cute butt with every thrust. It was so hot and slimy that he couldn't get enough, he started thrusting so fast that he was getting dizzy. Hermione's cute little voice was driving him crazy with each little yelp of pleasure. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper he continued to pump with all his might.

"Coming..." Hermione gasped.

"Me too." Harry grunted.

"No... no... I think." But the feeling of his cock churning her insides made it too hard to finish her sentence.

Harry's cock erupted in a explosion of cum, splashing her insides with a hot sticky mess. He grunted, holding his breath and trying to squeeze every last ounce of cum out of his body and in to hers. His whole body was twitching with electric pleasure and he collapsed on to her back in a sweaty heap.

It took her a second to catch her breath, but she finally focused enough energy to talk. "I said, someone's coming."

"Yeah, it was me." Harry replied, laughing at his own joke.

"No, I hear someone." She said angrily.

"Shit!"

Harry jumped back, his cock pulling out of Hermione's ass with a tiny pop. He yanked his pants up, watching Hermione straighten the hem of her dress, still looking around for where the voice might have come from. They didn't even have enough time for Hermione to pull her panties back on, they had to run for it. Once they were a few blocks away, they both broke out in a fit of giggles.

"Great, now I've got cum dripping down my legs. I told you that was a bad idea." She said, debating whether or not to pull her panties back on.

"Yeah but it was it exciting, wasn't it?" Harry asked as he rubbed his crotch up against her butt, reliving the experience.

"Oh just wait until the Polyjuice potion gets done brewing, then I'll show you exciting." She said, giving Harry's butt a little tap of her own.

It took a few more anxious weeks before the potion was finally completed, but when it was Hermione's heart began to beat with nervous desire. She was about to show someone her darkest fantasy. And even though she loved and trusted him, she was still worried that it would freak him out. They dropped Nicholas off at Hermione's parents house under the ruse that they'd be cleaning the carpets in their home and they didn't want Nicholas to be breathing anything bad. Harry had giggled when Hermione mentioned cleaning carpet and she had to stomp on his foot to shut him up.

This wasn't the first time they had to wait for Polyjuice potion to brew. Last time they were trying to get a confession out of Malfoy about the Heir of Slytherin, and this time they were just as eager.

After many weeks of waiting, it was finally done.

"Are you sure you're up for this? Polyjuice is kinda weird." Hermione asked, blushing immensely.

Harry smiled. "Oh I am. And what's the big deal? I've taken it before. If anyone should be worried it should be you."

She shuddered as she remembered the feline fiasco in her second year. "If different when you change genders. Different sensations, different emotions, it might be too much for you to handle."

His eyes light up in excitement, "Oh, now I've got to try this."

Rolling her eyes, she ladled out a vile of Polyjuice potion and plucked a hair from her head. She would have suggested using something else, like maybe breast milk, but that might lead to some embarrassing questions. She dropped the hair in to the potion and watched it fizzle and spark as the magic changed it to the gentle hue of her eyes. At this point the mixture would smell horrible like wet sewage, but hers seemed to smell like freshly ground wheat, pleasantly strong. She handed it to Harry, her hand shaking with excitement.

He gave the vile a little swirl, remembering how gross Goyle's potion had been, but this one didn't seem as bad. He swallowed it down in one gulp, hopping his insides wouldn't burn like the last time. They did. It was as awful as he remembered, stomach churning, skin crawling, spine shrinking. But what he wasn't expecting was the sensation of his cock being sucked up inside of him leaving a tight pink hole, the rest of the vagina bubbling up around it. The muscles on his chest went soft, then expanded, they filled to match his wife’s lovely breasts. It seemed to last an eternity, but only lasted a few seconds. He got up off the ground as a beautiful young lady.

"How you feeling?" Hermione asked, checking herself out.

"Stran... strange. Gosh, I didn't think my voice would change that much." Harry said in a high pitch voice.

She knew it would happen but it still aggravated her to see it happen. Harry's hand came up to his newly formed breasts and started to fondle them, giggling to himself. When she saw his hands drift below the belt, she stopped him immediately.

"Stop that, it's degrading." Hermione snapped. "And don't slouch, you're making me look bad."

"As degrading as getting yourself pregnant?" Harry teased, bringing Hermione in for a long sensual kiss. It freaked him out, how soft his own lips felt against the softness of hers.

Hermione was freaked out too. She had kissed herself before, but never with someone else behind the wheel. After all the hours she had spent alone with her other selves, she had gotten to know herself better than anyone else. She knew Harry's body just as well, his every move, his every quirk, so to feel it coming from a different platform was weird, like kissing somebody new for the first time.

"We've only got an hour, let’s make it count." She suggested, pulling Harry over to the bed.

Harry gave her a questioning look, with her own eyes. "Aren't you going to take some too?"

"No, you should get used to your new body first." She suggested.

Harry nodded and sat down on the bed. He usually took the lead, but seeing how Hermione had much more experience with something like this, he thought it would be better this way. She pushed him back on the bed and he let his body fall, feeling his breasts bounce as his body hit the bed. He moved his hand up to feel his breasts again, but Hermione swatted it away. He frowned until he realized she only did it so she herself could play with them. In a gentle cupping motion, her silky smooth palms groped his sensitive flesh mounds, making his heart beat up against her hands. His heart was beating so hard it made his tiny body rush with blood, his head spinning with excitement. He saw the naughty grin on Hermione's lips and tried to prepare himself but the sensation was too much. As soon as her lips touched his surprisingly sensitive nipples, his back twitched, making him writhe around in pleasure. The gentle warmth of her lips sucking softly felt better than any blowjob he ever got. Something tingled, a hidden warmth from deep inside, and he felt something wet trickle out of Hermione's mouth. It took him a second, but he realized it must be milk, his breast milk. Ever since Nicholas was born and started breast feeding, her breast milk was off limits. But not tonight.

Harry reached up and grabbed Hermione's breasts, copying her moves. He never really knew how to touch her chest, he kind of just did as he pleased. But the way she touched him felt so good that he knew that that was the right way to do it. As he imitated her moves, he saw her reaction and knew he was on the right track. Not only was he going to have a good time tonight, he was going to learn some really useful tips.

Hermione liked being touched, but time was running out and she wanted to get the most bang for their buck. She dipped her head lower, out of Harry's reach and started kissing his stomach. She knew her bodies most sensitive areas, and her belly was weak to the touch of her tongue. She lashed her tongue out, drawing goose bumps up from Harry's skin. She licked at it, ran her lips across it, dipped her tongue inside his sensitive navel. Harry's was moaning in such a cute voice that she had to hear more. She dipped her head lower, pressing her lips up against the gentle folds of his vagina, dipping her tongue in his hot slippery hole.

"Ahhhh! Wait, stop, stop." Harry twitched.

"What's wrong?" Hermione grinned, excitement shimmering on her face.

"It..." He panted. "It felt so good."

"I know right?" She asked mockingly. "Do you want to keep going?"

"Of course I do." He nodded eagerly.

Hermione placed herself between Harry's soft slender legs, getting a strange déjà vu feeling. The last time she was between those legs, she had gotten herself pregnant, but seeing as how they were both women, getting pregnant wasn't an issue. When she went down this time, Hermione made sure to be gentle, slower, kissing and teasing the sensitive flesh with her lips and tongue. She spread Harry's pink lips with her hands and ran her tongue up the wet sticky folds, making his body shiver. The more she licked, the wetter it got. Her nostrils were filled with a familiar musky scent, her lips tasting that same salty sweetness she hadn't tasted in years. She dove her tongue deeper, sensing Harry's body growing comfortable with every breath.

Harry was breathing hard and moaning in a strange nasally voice. His body was tingling in ways he never expected. Her tongue was dancing inside of him, making his body burn with pleasure. He wasn't used to how much smaller Hermione's body was compared to his, and constant stimulation was making his tiny little head spin. The licks and flicks of her tongue was like magic on his vagina, he never felt anything like it. His hips started wiggling around uncontrollably, his toes curling underneath him. He felt a shock of pleasure shoot through him, he knew it must have been his clit, but he never knew it could feel so good. Without realizing it, his hands wrapped around Hermione’s head for leverage, pushing her deeper. She stuck out her tongue and started fucking him with it like a wet fleshy cock. His body screamed out as her lips teased his clit, saliva and excitement flowing together like a river meeting the sea. His breathing became shallow, his back arching up off the bed and he knew he was close. He wasn't sure what an orgasm would be like for a girl, and he started to get excited.

He didn't have to wait long to find out. Hermione's lips wrapped around his sensitive nub and she started to hum, the vibrations and hot breath sending him over the edge. His orgasm washed over him like a tropical storm. Hot waves of pleasure rippled through him, his hips bucking and rocking uncontrollably. The absence of his cock freaked him out. There was no rushing of cum, no throbbing shaft, no pumping and thrusting, but it felt great just the same. His mind was spinning so much it was hard to even understand the feelings, but he could feel his vagina quivering around Hermione's tongue, gripping on to it and pulling it deeper. He felt a hot flowing pressure like he needed to pee and he couldn't stop it. It jetted out of him like cum, and he realized that it must have been female cum.

It lasted longer than he ever expected. Hermione kept sucking and thrusting and his body kept twitching and rocking. It was beginning to be too much for him to handle, the pleasure turning to desperate agony. He tried to scream out for her to stop, but his lips were too busy moaning to talk. He fell in a heap on the bed, still at the peak of climax, his vagina feeling like hot wet fire. By the time Hermione pulled her head away, Harry's body had gone numb and all he could do was breath. Hermione crawled up next to Harry and laid down next to him, breathing just as hard as he was. He grabbed her hand and held it, thankful it was over, but wishing it could happen again.

"And how was that?" Hermione asked, wiping the fluid from her face.

"Blimey, I never knew you could ride it out like that." Harry hissed, still too weak to move.

"More intense as a girl isn't it?" She grinned, proving some unknown point.

"Why didn't you tell me? I could have been doing that for you all this time." He asked, wondering if he could compete Hermione's Time Turner copies. If she was that good, she didn't need him.

"Well, it takes a lot of practice to get as good enough to do that." She said, cleaning up the mess with her wand.

"Just how many times did you use the Time Turner?" Harry gawked at her.

"Um..." She blushed. "Time is a funny thing. It got kind of hard to count when I didn't know which one I was."

"Do you really need me?" He asked "I mean, you've got to be a hundred times better than I am at this."

Hermione blushed even more. "Well, all the Time Turners were destroyed when Voldemort came back. Plus, you aren't that bad."

Harry wasn't sure why he was getting defensive, but he had to know. "But why not just find another girl? You seem to know a girl’s body better than any man could."

"Because I love you." She answered, laughing to herself over how dense Harry was.

He smiled, "I love you too."

End


Author’s Notes

First, thanks to my beta reader kyle, not only for helping review this story, but for motivating me to keep writing.

Second, thanks to White Whiskey for pointing out the mistake I made with their ages. I really appreciate it when people catch the mistakes that slip through the filter.

Hopefully Ch#10 will be out by the end of the week.

Oh, and hey kids. Join the army, it's fun!