The Head Fine Print

THE HEAD FINE PRINT

Disclaimer: I don\'t own the rights to any of the characters and I\'m only writing this story for fun.

Pairings: Ron/Hermione (at the beginning) Harry/Hermione

Summary: Hermione finds out there\'s a secret that comes with being Head Girl...a secret that could drive her from Ron and into either Harry\'s or Draco\'s arms.

Chapter 1: Argument

\"No way! He cannot be Head Boy!\" McGonagall protested at the annual Prefect/Head Boy/Head Girl selection meeting at Hogwarts, held every summer a couple of weeks after classes were over. \"I\'m not just talking about his antics towards Hogwarts or his family connections...\" she began, but was interrupted by Snape.

\"As big of a prat he might be, he has the grades to be Head Boy,\" Snape insisted. \"I don\'t see the problem, except for typical Griffyndor whining.\"

\"Obviously you weren\'t Head Boy, or you know precisely what I\'m talking about. Actually, you should know what I\'m talking about,\" McGonagall snarled. \"Don\'t tell me you\'ve been a teacher all these years and don\'t know the fine line about the Head positions? Do you think it\'s any coincidence that Percy and Penelope, James and Lily, Lucius and Narcissa...ended up married?\"

\"Coincidence. What is this big secret you\'re referring to?\" Snape asked, rolling his eyes and waving his hand dismissively.

\"Severus,\" Dumbledore spoke up. \"As you know, the Head Boy and Head Girl share a dormitory.\"

Snape snorted. \"Of course, but what does this have to do with Malfoy and Granger?\"

\"Use your senses, Severus,\" McGonagall snapped irritably. \"The Head Boy and Head Girl not only share a dormitory, but also a bed!\"

Snape stared at the Griffyndor Head of House for a minute. \"Tell me you\'re joking.\" When a smile did not appear on her face, he took on an expression of disbelief. \"You\'re not joking!\"

\"No, I\'m not.\"

\"As it stands, not only do Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy hate each other, but I\'m afraid Malfoy would use Miss Granger for nefarious purposes. Minerva is right; Draco Malfoy cannot be Head Boy,\" the headmaster declared firmly, ending the discussion about the talked about Slytherin.

\"Then who do we suggest?\" Professor Flitwick, head of Ravenclaw House piped up in his high, squeaky voice.

\"Harry Potter,\" Dumbledore suggested calmly.

Of the teachers present, only Snape opposed the headmaster\'s suggestion. \"You can\'t be serious, Albus! Not only does that boy have a flagrant disregard for the very rules he would be entrusted to enforce, but his grades are not up to snuff! Well, at least not in Potions, anyway.\"

\"If we\'re using violating rules as the only qualification, Severus, then only Percy Weasley and Lily Evans would\'ve been able to qualify throughout the history of the school. Miss Granger herself as engaged in rule breaking, but that\'s not the issue. Besides, Potter is not like his father. Yes, he does break rules, but not to prank, but to prevent danger or disaster from happening,\" Minerva said, defending Harry immediately like she did during the Career Advice session when Umbridge interfered.

Snape, however, was not one to give up easily. \"But what about Granger and Weasley? Aren\'t they a couple?\" he asked rather pointedly.

\"They are, but better that that couple be strained by their friend, then by their enemy,\" McGonagall pointed out.

Snape had run out of arguments at that time and reluctantly agreed that Harry Potter should be selected as the Head Boy. Thus, the vote was taken: Hermione Granger would be Head Girl and Harry Potter would be Head Boy. Dumbledore and McGonagall couldn\'t help but smile to themselves: it seemed that part of history was beginning to repeat itself. They just hoped that a certain Halloween night wouldn\'t be repeated.

McGonagall wrote the two letters that were addressed to Harry and Hermione and sent them off. She was once again reminded when James and Lily were selected as Head Boy and Head Girl.

When the letter arrived for Hermione, she was a little busy at the moment. Correction, she and her boyfriend, Ron were busy at the moment. Ron had come over to Hermione\'s house for a week and after \"promising\" to behave themselves, they were allowed to stay by themselves while Mr. and Mrs. Granger went out of town for a few days.

Both teens\' shirts had come off, with Hermione\'s bra joining them on the floor. Hermione yanked down Ron\'s jeans and boxers while he worked on her skirt and panties. Ever since they had started dating, they had wanted to have sex, but couldn\'t do it until now. Now was a perfect opportunity.

Ron was a major tease. Hermione fully expected him to plunge in, although she knew he would be gentle since she was still a virgin. But instead, Ron merely began eating her out, his tongue flicking on her sex. Hermione squirmed impatiently all over her bed, begging Ron to stop teasing her like that.

Seeing the frustrated look on his girlfriend\'s face, Ron grinned even bigger and then moved to get on top of her. Hermione smiled as it finally appeared he was going to enter her. But to her frustration, he only put a finger within her. \"Ronald Weasley! Please...fuck me now!\" she begged. She didn\'t know how much more of this she would be able to take.

Ron answered by grabbing her breasts and fondling them, then flicking his tongue on her nipples. His teasing continued to drive her crazy. Ron decided to end this torment and slowly entered her. He stopped when he noticed an expression of pain cross her face. \"Mione, are you alright?\" he asked.

\"I\'m fine,\" she gasped as the pain started to turn into pleasure. \"Now fuck me,\" she said.

Ron began thrusting in and out, in and out, their bodies pushing up against each other. Hermione\'s hips raised to meet his thrusts as she continued to allow him access. She grabbed the sheets on her bed trying to get support. In response, Ron wrapped his arms around her, brought her up to a sitting position. This allowed her to wrap her arms around him, bringing the young couple even closer.

Moans, yells, and screams of pleasure filled the air and the bed rocked as they increased the rates of their lovemaking. Hermione was close...she could feel the tinglings of her climax approaching. Ron knew she was close andngednged in even further, determined to bring her to the highest levels of pleasure imaginable. They screamed each other\'s name as their climaxes hit. Exhausted, they collapsed into each other\'s arms, trying to catch their breath.

Little did they know that as they continued to cuddle, fondle each other and make love throughout the rest of the afternoon, an owl had deposited a letter for Hermione, a letter that would alter their relationship forever.