The dog days of summer

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The dog days of summer

Harry sat on the edge of her bed, his hands desperate for an occupation, began fiddling with the hem of her quilt. His stomach felt as though it was churning like the muggle washing machine the Dursley’s had. He had never done this before, had she? Sure there was that kiss he had with Cho, if you could even call it that. But this was something entirely different, this was more than just kissing. And what would Ron say if he found out? Would he hate him, Harry? Or had he truly gotten over Hermione?

What was taking her so long? Maybe this was a bad idea. Something like this could ruin a friendship. What could have possessed him into asking her if they should ‘take this upstairs?’
He had never asked any girl that. And now here he was, sitting on the edge of his best friend’s bed while her parents were out for dinner, while members of the order could call at anytime, waiting for her to change so they could have sex.

What had he been thinking downstairs?
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The heat of late summer clung to the pair of them, Harry’s bangs hung limply, sticking to his forehead. The muggle movie they had been watching had long since lost its appeal and Hermione lay stretched out on the opposite sofa, one leg dangling off the arm of the leather couch.

“Oh for heavens sake!” she declared leaping off of the couch.
She did this with such an alarming pace in the clammy heat it made Harry jump.

“I don’t care what they say about conserving electricity, this is ridiculous!” she said cranking the air conditioner up.

Harry almost immediately felt the effects of the cool breeze seeping out of a vent near the television. He breathed a sigh of relief as Hermione sat down next to him wearing what her mum had called “much too short” shorts. Harry honestly didn’t see anything wrong with them. They weren’t nearly as short as some of the things that Lavender Brown wore on Hogsmead weekends. And it wasn’t as though she meant for them to be that short, he recognized them as the shorts she had worn last summer at Grimuald Place, she had just grown was all.

They sat together in sweaty silence for a while watching the glow of the screen, as dusk over took the suburban street outside.

Harry stole glance at Hermione, she certainly had hit a growth spurt. While still average height her figure had certainly filled out. No longer was she overly thin, but her cheeks had filled out, and her hips had grown larger. Also the girlish nubs, unseen beneath her rohad had rounded into what appeared to be a nice hand full.

He heard her sigh and looked away quickly. He did not want to be caught staring at her, that would only lead to awkward questions. Strangely enough, awkward was how he felt around her lately. It had started when Tonks had taken him to the Grangers’ for the summer instead of to head quarters, and he had seen what she had done to her hair. Cut it, that’s what. It now brushed against her shoulders, cascading outward in a dark blonde, sun bleached flip.

“Harry?” he jumped again

“Yeah?” he asked turning to her.

“Are you alright?” Her eyes were full of concern.

“Yeah fine” he said trying not to stare directly down her blouse, which was becoming increasingly harder as she landed over and rested a hand on his shoulder.

“I mean about Sirius” she said quietly, as though it would hurt less.

“Oh” he had tried to avoid that subject all summer. Refusing to answer questions in letters the order sent, and just sending them saying he was alright with the muggles and acting as though he had not been asked at all. Saying he didn’t want to talk about it.

But now Hermione was sitting next to him, her arm grazing his as she laid a comforting hand on his shoulder and he could not for the life of him concentrate on his dead God father.

“You know” Hermione started “it’s all right not to talk about it, but sometimes talking about it is the best thing you can do.”

Harry didn’t know what to say to her, he wanted to say “I love you” but he didn’t know in which way he loved her.

Very confused, he said nothing. It was now becoming almost impossible not to look down her shirt. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to think of less than pleasing things to keep him from getting an errection.

“I’m your best friend Harry,” she said letting her hand drop to his leg. “You can always tell me anything, and if you’re not ready to talk about it you can always tell when you are ready” she finished by hugging him tightly. Slowly he returned the hug, catching a scent of her shampoo.

Just as they were breaking a part, Crookshanks, who had been chasing a shrew through the garden the entire day leapt over the back of the couch colliding with the pair of them, and knocking them to the ground. Harry looked up just as a ginger tail disappeared around the kitchen door.

“Sorry about that” Hermione said, Harry had just noticed that she was sprawled on the floor next to him and that their bodies were pressed very tightly together, “He’s been doing odd things like that all summer.”

A moment passed and Harry couldn’t think of an excuse to stay where he was any longer. As he rose to his feet Hermione caught his wrist and touched a hand to his face. “You’re bleeding,” she said rising from the floor as well “let me get something for that” and with that she had strode across the room and into the small bathroom off the living room.

She emerged five minutes later carrying a plastic white box that read: First Aid Kit. She opened it, and after applying some clear liquid that Harry suspected to be rubbing alcohol or bactine to a cotton ball she raised it to the cut just below his chin. “this may sting a little, you know these muggle remedies don’t work nearly as well, but as long as we’re out of school we can’t-“

“I know” Harry said as she applied the cool liquid to his skin

It did sting, but not nearly as much as her touch seared him with need. He didn’t think he could stand this much longer. Now her shorts did seem much shorter than they should be, and her white blouse was far too seeing through in the humid living room.

As she placed a band aid over the scratch, reason completely left him. Before he knew what he was doing he had let his lips brush against hers.

He had expected her to pull away and to explain that they were only friends and that they could never be together this way. But she did neither of those things. Quite the opposite in fact, she pressed her lips into his and ran a hand into his chestnut hair.

Not breaking the kiss they uncouthly sank onto the couch. Harry slid a hand around her waist and pulled her to him. Feeling the difference in her figure was something entirely unlike seeing it. He chanced slipping a hand under the back of her shirt and running his fingers up and down the fabric of her bra.

She began leaning backwards in an invitation for him to lie on top of her. He did so, breathing irregular as she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse. Taking the hint he undid the last few, and watched as she shrugged her blouse off her shoulders.

He experimentally cupped a hand over one breast through the light grey fabric of her bra. She sighed heavily in his ear and pressed deep, warm, moist, kisses to his neck while letting a hand dip down and play with the button of his trousers.

Harry’s nerves tingled as he felt his denims being slid down his slightly muscled thighs. Now both of their shoes had been removed and Hermione was making tantalizingly slow circles around his navel. Harry’s pants lay with Hermione’s shirt in a pile on the floor and his erection was very obvious to both of them.

The two switched positions so that it was Hermione resting on top of Harry. Nervously Harry fumbled with the fasten of her shorts until they came undone and barely rested on her broad hips.

Hermione finally slid her hand out of its rhythmic circle making and slid it down so it barely touched Harry’s penis. Harry hissed in pleasure, and his heart raced faster. Hermione threw one leg over him and straddled his stomach allowing the head of his hardness to barely grace her inner thigh.

He nearly lost it right there. “Should we take this upstairs?” he asked straining to keep his voice from cracking

She said nothing; he did not take this as a good sign. He was just about to get up and look for his oversized jeans when slowly, incredulously she nodded.
~

“Harry?” her voice abruptly brought him out of his stupor.

He looked up and his jaw dropped. Hermione was standing in the bathroom doorway looking as nervous as he felt wearing nothing but black underwear. The drastic change in her body was illuminated by the street light that filtered through her partially opened blinds.

“You look-“but he couldn’t find words to describe the way she looked.

“Do I look horrible?” she asked covering her breasts with her bare arms.

Harry was dumfounded that she could possibly think that. Tears welled up in her eyes and she turned to go back in the bathroom when Harry realized that he had not answered her.

“No” he chocked out “no, you look wonderful”


Suddenly Hermione was standing in front of him as he was still sitting down, and removed his glasses. His pants along with Hermione’s white blouse had been brought up and promptly discarded on the floor.

Harry’s heart accelerated to an alarming speed as she sat nex next to him and inched up towards the headboard. Harry followed suit and soon they had assumed the position they had taken on the sofa. Harry kissed and licked the nape of her perfect neck and felt her shiver beneath him.

Her hands were resting on the small of his back as he made slow almost thrusting motions with his hips through two layers of under garments. When Harry thought he could take no more he eased himself off of her form and began fumbling with the elastic of her underwear

Slowly he slid a hand down and felt the soft down of curls. Trembling he ventured further until he felt her moist folds and lay his hands on her sex to discover that she was dripping with slick, wet, heat. Harry’s lust for her intensified as she softly moaned his name through gritted teeth.

He explored her damp cavity until he ran a thumb across a hard nub of flesh causing her to arch her back and moan loudly.

“What?” Harry said, horrified that he may have hurt her.

“I’m not sure.” She panted “do it again”

Harry rubbed the spot again, another pant, again.

“Mmmm” Hermione breathed “that feels…”

But Harry never found out how it had felt, because Hermione had cut herself off with another illicit moan.

Then another, and another. Harry was beginning to like the effects that the simple rubbing motion was having

He rubbed the spot harder, and was surprised when it gave a tiny twitch, and then a much more pronounced twitch.

And then Hermione began to whimper, and then the whimper turned into a moan, louder and louder. He wanted to tell her to keep it down because she had neighbors, but he couldn’t bear to let her stop.

He pressed harder one more time causing a high pitched wail and pulled his hand away.

“What’s the matter?” she asked when he finally stopped. The truth as that he wasn’t quite sure what else to do. He had heard stories of Dean’s and the occasionally Seamus’s and Ginny’s latest escapade in the fourth floor broom closet (when Ron wasn’t around of course.) But now, here, with Hermione it didn’t seem as exiting as he had thought it might. Instead he felt a hard lump in his throat and the churning of his stomach, and an unpleasant roaring sound in his ears.

He lay there for moment thinking, when he became aware of a soft stroking motion on his gentiles. He looked at Hermione; she apparently did know what to do. He closed his eyes at the sensation, Seamus had been right, it was so much better when some one else did it for you.

His breaths were becoming shorter and more guttural; the sweat on his brow was not entirely from the heat now. He was going to loose it, quickly he grabbed her hand. Seamus had also mentioned how horribly embarrassing that could be, and Harry wasn’t keen to put it to the test.

He turned to Hermione and unsurely reached out to touch a breast. He couldn’t believe what was happening or how warm and firm and soft she felt. They really were a nice handful.

She had slid closer to him, and now she was running a hand through his hair. And then he was on top of her, and his shorts had been pushed off, and there was nothing in between them, and her legs were parting. And, OH GOD!

It was immeasurably warm and tight in all of the right ways.

He was only partially inside when he remembered another of Seamus’s fantastic advice, that it was very painful for a girl the first time.

Harry stopped, and inched in slowly. He could feel Hermione seizing up all of her muscles around him, and although it felt very good, he could not push forward very well. There was what appeared to be a layer of skin in the way, was Hermione especially shallow?, somehow he did not think so.

She looked into his eyes, and with out speaking at all he knew she wanted him to push in even further.

“Just do it fast” Hermione choked out.

“What?” he asked in disbelief

“Do it fast” she repeated “now”

“Won’t it hurt?”

“It will hurt regardless” she said “just get it over with”

“We don’t –“

“NOW!”

Violently, he pushed inside of her as deep as he could possibly go. Hermione let out a muffled shriek, and winced. He felt something rip, flesh, and then what felt undeniably like blood.

Fuck.

“Are you alright?” he asked desperately “do you want me to stop?”

Hermione just shook he head.

“Just give me a second” she said, but her eyes were closed and a single tear rolled sideways down her face and disappeared onto the quilt.

Harry paused; for how long he did not know. Hermione seemed to be adjusting to his girth. Her muscles clenched once and then relaxed. And then she ground her pelvic bone against his.

He shuddered with pleasure. And waited for her to do it again.

She did.

He took this as an invitation and thrust in and out experimentally.

It was a feeling that he never could have thought possible. It was infinitely soft and warm; a small half groan escaped his lips.

“Ah, god” he exhaled

He worked his hand up towards breasts and lightly rolled a nipple in between two fingers, she sighed.

She lifted her hips up again and proceeded to wrap her legs around his waist.

“Fuck” he breathed as he slid in even deeper.

A small moan filtered through her mouth and Harry captured it with his own.

His thrusts became shorter and more unrestrained; their breaths came in short gasps.

He couldn’t hold back any longer, it was too much. It felt to could. He was on fire.

With one last, earth moving thrust he felt her muscles contract around his shaft and spilled into her.

It was then when he realized that they had an audience, some one cleared a throat. He pulled a blanket over them and spun around.

He felt the blood drain out of his face, Tonks and Moody were standing in the doorway. Tonks’ normally laid back face was scarlet and her mouth kept opening and closing glike a fish. Mood raised a scarred eyebrow.

‘Shit’

Both Harry and Hermione thought in unison.

“We, we were” Tonks stuttered “just checking in, you two seem to be fine” her voice was unnaturally high.

And with that they apperated, leaving Harry and Hermione with a horrible sense of dread.