Summer Passions

SUMMER PASSIONS

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



It was a sunny, summer morning when Hermione Granger woke up. Yawning, she sat up and kicked the covers off of her bed and stretched. The alarm clock read 8:35. 8:35? Hermione knew that she slept in longer than she had intended to. Not that her summers weren't busy, it was the summer before her seventh year and she wanted to devote each day preparing for her final year of classes at Hogwarts. The day she had gotten back from her sixth year, she had set up a time schedule in which she set up 2-3 hour blocks of studying. As proud as her parents were of her study habits, they recently started encouraging her to get out of the house more...get a job, go to the movies now and then...get a boyfriend.

She rolled her eyes at their constant suggestions. Perhaps after this upcoming year she would have time for a steady boyfriend, but even then, it was no guaranteed. At the end of last year, Professor McGonagall had pulled her aside and told her that at the end of the upcoming year and that if Hermione's results on the N.E.W.T.s were strong enough, she would be hired as McGonagall's successor: Transfiguration professor. Hermione had always shown a strong gift in Transfiguration and not because she was a bookworm, either.

She noted the key word: steady. She already kinda had a boyfriend. Her best friends were Harry Potter, who had become even more renowned with his final defeat of the dark wizard, Voldemort at the end of their sixth year, and Ron Weasley. She and Ron had dated a few times during their sixth year...when it was safe to do so. Although Hermione found him to have a great body, great hands and was a great kisser, he still tended to be a little too jealous. Even though they were an "item," she kept other male friends besides Harry. She was still penpals with Viktor Krum, who had defied his school by joining the Order of the Phoenix. Rumor had it that once Durmstrang was rebuilt, he would become the new headmaster.

She shook her head as she finally found the strength to stand up. Yawning, she walked over to her dresser and pulled out some clothes for the day. Before she hit the shower, she put on a bathrobe over her nightclothes...which was nothing more than a shorter than parental approved nightshirt. Once the robe was on, she made her way to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast.

Her parents had gone out of town on vacation for the past couple of weeks and would be due to return the day before she had to return to Hogwarts. They trusted her and knew that she wouldn't do anything they would approve of. Nonetheless, they called everyday and it got to the point where Hermione yelled with frustration at the constant nagging (once the phone was hung up, of course).

As she made her breakfast, she took a glance on the calendar and noticed that it was Harry's birthday. Eek! She had forgotten to buy him a present, so she resolved to go out later that day to buy him a birthday card at the very least. Just as she finished her cereal, the doorbell rang. Hermione got up quickly from her seat at the kitchen table. But before she went to the front door, she made sure her bathrobe was on tight. She did not want any parts to be exposed.

Satisfied that her robe was firmly in place, she walked to the front door and opened it. To her surprise and amusement, Professor Dumbledore was standing on the front porch...in muggle clothes. "Good morning, Miss Granger. Do you think I look the part of a Muggle?" he asked, his blue eyes twinkling. ermoermoine giggled. "Yes, sir...you fit the part, although some small children might think you're Santa Claus in a business suit."

Dumbledore chuckled. "Well, I doubt Nicholas would be pleased about that description."

Hermione raised an eyebrow in curiosity. She was not going to ask. "Are you here to talk to my parents? If you are, they're not here. They've been on vacation for the past few weeks and won't be back until the day I have to go back to school."

"I'm not here to see them. I'm here to give you this," he said, handing her an envelope. Hermione took it and felt it was heavier than the usual annual letter and booklist. "Congratulations will be in order and Harry will be here by the end of the day," he said cryptically. Before Hermione could ask why Harry was coming over to her house, the Hogwarts headmaster had Disapparated with a silent pop.

Since Dumbledore was obviously not going to be around to explain it, Hermione settled for opening the envelope. Closing the door, she made her way to the living room and sat down on the couch. She had a feeling she knew what the slightly heavy object was, but she hardly dared to hope. Closing her eyes in anticipation, she allowed her fingers to slide under the seal, break it and she opened the envelope.

An object fell out and Hermione squealed with delight when she saw what it was: a badge, with the Hogwarts crest impressed upon it. It was her Head Girl badge. She had made it! She unfolded the letter accompanying it and read. The letter confirmed what the badge told her. As she read the letter, her eyes widened: Harry had been selected as Head Boy and would have to spend the summer with Hermione.

She began to panic a little bit. First of all, the house was a mess. Dumbledore said that Harry would be at her house by the end of the day, which did not give her much time to clean the house. Second, there was no guest bedroom; but since her parents were out of town, she figured Harry could sleep in their bedroom. But what caused the most anxiety was that Harry was going to be in the same house as her...alone. She hoped they could both resist temptation, especially since she was seeing Ron and knowing his temper...well...she hoped nothing would happen.

Before she could clean the house, she had to take a shower and get dressed. Suppressing her anxiety, she hurried to the baom aom and got a towel and started the shower. As she stripped herself of her robe, shirt and panties, she thought about the situation this would bring. To the best of her knowledge, the past Head Boy and Head Girl never had to spend the summer together before. She might be mistaken, but she was sure she wasn't since she knew the book "Hogwarts, A History" like the back of her hand having read it so many times.

As to why Harry was going to spend the rest of the summer with her, she would have to find out from him once he arrived. Dumbledore never gave her a specific time, just a general timeframe: "end of the day." So, she had to take a quick shower, get dressed hurriedly and clean up the house as much as she could.

She stepped into the hot shower and sighed in happiness as the hot water soaked her skin. She soaped down her body, but when she got to her breasts, her mind flashed back to the last night of thsixtsixth year at Hogwarts. Voldemort had been defeated the week before and she and Ron were in the Room of Requirement, determined to have some time to themselves. When they left Harry, they had seen both Lavender and Parvati try to corner him for themselves.

She and Ron spent most of the time in the Room of Requirement talking for the night and then engaged in a hot make-out session. They had gotten down to their underwear, Ron in his boxers, and Hermione in her panties when Ron had stopped. She had her bra off and she was about to yank down his boxers when he her her that they should stop. Hermione realized that their hormones had gotten the best of them and while a part of her was disappointed that she and Ron weren't going to make love, she had to admire his maturity for stopping things before they got too far out of hand. She was even impressed by a charm he found and used: the Protection Charm. He used it on himself to prevent him from taking advantage of Hermione while they were both in almost complete nudity. But that didn't sthem hem from kissing, cuddling and fondling each other during the night. It had been well past two in the morning before they finally made their way out of the Room of Requirement, and back to Gryffindor Tower, managing to avoid Snape, Filch, and Peeves on the way.

Her mind flashed back to the present and once she was satisfied that her body was totally clean, she stepped out of the shower, dried herself and got dressed. Unfortunately, she didn't have any conservative clothes to wear around Harry, because she didn't expect him to come over today. So, she had to make do with what she had. Fortunately, the shorts she had picked out weren't too short and her shirt was a bit long, so she was able to tuck it in and not have it expose her belly.

Even though she didn't have that much time to clean, let alone clean and get a birthday card for Harry, she was of legal age to do magic, so she decided to take advantage of that. Unfortunately, she had allowed the house to become so cluttered that, even with magic, it would take a while to clean, although not nearly as long as it would have if she did it the old fashioned way.

It turned out to be well during the mid-afternoon before the cleaning was over. She checked the clock: 3:30. That still gave her time to go and get a card. Fortunately, she didn't have to go verr. r. There was a nice little card shop about four blocks from where she lived she she could easily walk. She returned within a half-hour and still no signs of Harry.

It was five o'clock before the doorbell rang again. Quickly inspecting that the house was shipshape, Hermione ran to answer the door. Opening it, she saw Harry standing on the doorstep, with his trunk in tow. "Harry!" she squealed, hugging him. "How are you? Congratulations on being named Head Boy!"
rry rry grinned. "Thanks, Mione. Congratulations on being named Head Girl," he said. An awkward moment passed before he grinned again. "So...are you going to invite me in or am I going to have to set up camp here on your doorstep?" he teased.

Hermione's face turned a furious shade of red. "Come in," she stammered and Harry stepped inside. "Before you get settled, if you don't mind my asking, why do you have to spend the summer over here?" she asked curiously.

Harry's face darkened a bit. "The Dursleys! When I came home for the summer, Uncle Vernon explained, in no muddled terms, that once I was of legal age in the wizarding world, I was to leave and never come back. Before you ask why I didn't spend the summer at Ron's, they went to Romania and Egypt, remember?"

Hermione's face showed a look of recognition. "That's right, I forgot. As for those Dursleys, at least you're free from them forever," she said wisely.

Harry nodded. "That's true. Today is known as my Independence Day," he chuckled, grinning. Hermione couldn't help but giggle. Harry looked around and just noticed that they were the only ones in her house. "Uh...Mione, where are your parents?" he asked, a look of concern on his face.

"They're on vacation and they will be on vacation until August 31. That being the case, you can sleep in their room," she replied. "And they trust me," she added as she saw Harry open his mouth to object. "And I'm sure you can trust and control yourself, right?" She raised an eyebrow, and Harry blushed, nodding. "Then what's the problem?"

'Only spending the summer with the most beautiful girl, whom I can't have,' thought Harry, but he didn't voice his concerns. He felt something furry brush up against his legs and heard a loud purr. "Hello, Crookshanks," he added to her orange cat, who was trying to make Harry feel at home.

Hermione giggled. "Allow me to show you around," she said. And she led him on a tour of her house.

She led him to the master bedroom and Harry couldn't help but be impressed. Even Aunt Petunia's and Uncle Vernon's room wasn't as big nor as nice as Hermione's parents' bedroom. It was very spacious, with the bed centered in the room. Towards the rear of the room and to the right was another bathroom. Hermione's bedroom was located next to her parents' room.

She showed him the living room, the kitchen and the dining room next. After seeing the rest of the inside of the house, she led him outside, to the backyard where Harry saw a pool. 'No wonder she has such a fine body,' Harry thought. For a moment, he thought she had caught him looking at her in a seductive manner, but when she continued the tour, he attributed to his imagination and to his nerves.

After the tour, the two went back inside the house and Hermione went into the kitchen to prepare supper. "How does lasagna sound?" Hermione asked.

Harry smiled, "Sounds great, Mione."

A half-hour later, Hermione dished out a couple servings of lasagna for the two of them and poured some pumpkin juice that she had bought at Diagon Alley a couple of days ago. They were about to eat when an owl flew into the dining room and landed on the dinner table. Judging by the excitable nature of the owl, they knew it had to be Ron's owl, Pigwidgeon. He had a letter with him, addressed to Hermione. The owl looked exhausted and for once, it did not have the energy to fly around and hoot like crazy.

"Pigwidgeon must be tired," Harry chuckled. Hermione laughed a bit as well as she took the letter from the exhausted owl. She ripped open the letter and began reading it. Her expression changed from laughter to surprise to shock to anger to sadness. Tears filled her eye and she got up from the table and ran out of the dining room, taking the letter with her. Harry heard her bedroom door slam shut. 'What happened,' Harry thought.

At first, Harry didn't dare try to go and talk to her. He figured she needed to to herself, whatever had happened. Was it bad news? Had something happened to the Weasleys? Had something happened to her parents and they found out? When twenty minutes passed, and the steaming lasagna began to cool considerably, he figured he had better go and try to find out what was wrong. He took his wand with him in case Hermione was in a hexing mood, and she usually was when she was this upset. He did not want to end up with ears of corn coming out of his own two ears.

He made his way down the hall slowly. He stopped in front of her bedroom door and knocked. The only response he got was the muffled sounds of crying. Harry tried to doorknob, it was locked. But it was nothing a quick Unlocking Charm couldn't fix. "Alohamora," he whispered and the door clicked, and swung open, granting him entrance to her bedroom.

Hermione was laying on her bed, her face buried in her pillows, her body shaking with sobs. "Hermione, what is it?" Harry asked. "What's the matter?"

She looked up and Harry saw her face stained with tears. "That...that...PRAT!" she snarled, and it was then Harry noticed that the letter was still clutched in her hand, crumpled up as though she had been ready to toss it into the trash can.

"What happened?" Harry asked, alarm increasing. Did Ron do something stupid again?

"He's cheating on me! He says he and Luna met durins vas vacation and started dating, and not only that...but sleeping together! I thought he loved me!" Hermione wailed, throwing the letter to Harry, who started reading it.

Anger increased within Harry as he read every word that Ron, from what Harry could tell, anxiously wrote because some of the words looked as if they had been written by a less than steady hand. However, he felt conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he wanted to tear Ron into tiny pieces for doing this to Hermione. But on the other hand, he's glad that they had broken up and that now Hermione was available, albeit reluctantly. He decided to move slow, which was the wisest course of action available to him.

"Don't worry about him, Hermione. If he chooses to dump you for Luna, that's his problem. Why he would want to leave a beautiful woman such as yourself..." Harry began, but was interrupted by Hermione, who lifted her head in surprise.

"What did you say, Harry?" she asked, brushing the tears from her eyes.

"Why would he want to leave a beautiful woman such as yourself..." Harry tried to begin again, but was once again interrupted by Hermione. This time, she leaned forward and kissed him.

Harry was taken aback by the kiss, clearly not expecting it. But he allowed himself to enjoy the kiss and kissed back with equal passion. Finally, they broke away, looking at each other in new light. Hermione was the first to think. "You think I'm beautiful?" she asked, a smile coming to her face, although there were still some remnants of tears under her eyes.

"No," Harry said. "I don't think it...I know you're beautiful." And before Hermione could say another word, he kissed her again.

Over the next few days, they were careful not to take things too far, too fast. For now, they were satisfied with cuddling and kissing. Harry would sneak up on her while she was preparing food and would grab her from behind and they would engage in a furious make-out session, although their clothes would still remain on, although shuffled around a bit.

It began getting to the point where they would leave their respective rooms and visit each other in the other's room: Harry in Hermione's room, and vice-versa.

One night, just after dinner, Harry and Hermione were relaxing on the couch in the living room, holding each other when they turned to look at each other. A special meaning seemed to ring out in their eyes...an unasked question and an unspoken answer. Silently agreeing, they moved their lips closer together until they touched in a fiery and passionate kiss, even more passionate than all of their previous kisses.

Energized by her lust and passion for Harry, she moved and forced him to lie down on the couch. Before Harry could say anything, she put a finger to her lips and whispered, "Relax and enjoy yourself, Harry." She looked up and down at Harry and it seemed like this was the first time during the day or evening that she had taken the time to notice what he was wearing.

A couple of days ago, they had gone shopping for new clothes for Harry. Since he no longer had to live with the Dursleys, he no longer had to endure the baggy clothes that used to belong to Dudley. For the first time in his life, Harry had non-school outfits that fitted him just right. Today, he was wearing a buttoned down, short-sleeve, shirt, and khaki pants.

Straddling him, she bent down and started to slowly unbutton his shirt. As but button came undone, her eyes blazed with love and lust as she examined his chest. Quidditch had been good to him over the years. He had gone from the small, skinny, underfed first year, to practically quite a hunk. Girls were whispering his name along the corridors, and not just because he had defeated Voldemort. Hormones at work proved to be a more powerful magic than any spell that has ever beest. st.

With all of his buttons now undone, she pulled the shirt off him and sat still on him, admiring his chest. She saw Harry turn redder than any of the Weasleys' hair and she couldn't help but giggle.

Harry reached up to begin on her shirt, but she playfully slapped his hand. "All in due time," she said. She then bent down once again and worked on his belt. Slowly and seductively, she undid it and got off him so that she could yank down his pants, leaving him only in his boxers and causing Harry to turn an even darker shade of red.

Getting over the embarrassment, Harry started to grin. "My turn," he said. Hermione straddled him again and Harry went up into a sitting position, with Hermione on his lap. Even though she had a shirt and a bra on, Harry couldn't help his body's response when he felt her covered up breasts brush across his naked chest. Luckily for him, she wasn't wearing a buttoned down shirt or blouse and he was able to life it off her body with one, swift stroke.

He all but drooled when he saw her near naked torso. Now, it was her turn to blush as she saw his roving eyes examining her body. "You are so beautiful, Mione," Harry whispered. As he moved his hands up to her, he, he hesitated. "Errr...I'm not sure what to do now."

Giggling, she took his hands and guided them up to her bra straps and around the back of her bra, bringing them closer. Harry felt her guide hands to the clasp and with a smooth action, it unhooked and her bra fell to the ground with their shirts. "There...now you can do it," she grinned, before blushing again with the realization that only her skirt and panties prevented her from being naked right then and there.

Hermione stood up so they could move and have better access to each other's remaining clothes. Hermione laid down on the couch as Harry gently pulled down her skirt. When he saw the color of her panties, he shook his head. "Typical girlish color, right?" he teased.

Hermione tutted. "Sure, just like your boxers are a typical masculine color, right?" she teased, pointing at his underwear, which now had a definite...new elevation to it.

They stared at each other for a minute before moving closer together and wrapping their arms around each other and engaging in a passionate kiss. If they hadn't been kissing, they would've moaned as their naked chests brushed against each other. Harry felt her hands travel down his back to his boxers and touch the rims of them. Likewise, he allowed his hands to wander down to the top of her panties.

Green eyes met brown eyes. They nodded and at the same time, yanked on their partner's underwear, exposing their hidden regions in their full glory to the other person.

Hermione took Harry's hands and led him back to the couch, where she gently laid him down. She got on the couch again, but didn't straddle him. Instead, she stopped about near where his legs and cock were. Harry looked at her quizzically, but she whispered, "Trust me."

Harry trusted her. He relaxed but tensed up when he felt her hand grasp his cock. It only just registered then what she was about to do. He didn't have much time to prepare himself when he felt her lips envelop his cock. "Ahhh!" he cried out as she started sucking on it and pumping it with her other hand. He put one hand on the top of the couch to brace himself and allowed his other hand to run wild through Hermione's bushy brown hair. It was that he had been near the edge during and since their foreplay that Harry was surprised he hadn't already come. Apparently, Hermione was either an expert on this through practice or conducted tons and tons of...literary research. He didn't want to know which.

But he couldn't hold back his orgasm any longer. "Hermione! I'm going to cum!" he shouted passionately as his seed spilled into her mouth. He was worried that it was quite a major orgasm that she wouldn't be able to handle it. But he was relieved to see her withdraw about a second or two after he came and the rest of shot onto the couch and onto her. "Your couch!" he said.

"We're off age, now. Nothing a little cleaning spell can't take care of. But that can wait," she said and before Harry could say another word, she had gripped his cock again, not to suck it again, but to get him going again. She felt the remnants of his cum drip on her hand as she stimulated him. When she felt him harden, she took her hand off it and approached even closer to him.

"Are you sure you want this?" Harry asked.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she reassured him.

She was about to lower herself on his cock when he stopped her. "No offense, Hermione, but if you are...er...a virgin, perhaps it would be better if I was on top," he said.

She nodded reluctantly and they changed positions. He entered her slowly and almost pulled out completely when he felt her tense up and saw her face wince in pain. "No, keep going," she urged him. And he did. He started off slowly and allowed her to wrap her legs around him, bringing him even closer to him.

Harry increased his thrusts as the passion between them increased. Kisses, fondling, thrusts...whatever they did, they didn't want anything to spoil this momenthis his passionate moment. Skin on skin, lips on lips...they desired each other as raw, almost primitive passions consumed them. He was filling her so quickly and forcefully, that the thought of the couch's stability was a second thought to him. His primary goal was to make love to the beautiful young woman under him, who was writhing in erotic pleasure.

For the second time that evening, Harry came, filling Hermione with his seed. But the primal erotic energy hadn't even begun to subside. They spent the rest of the night experimenting with different positions, their lusts hardly sated. She rode him, he entered her from behind. They experimented standing on, kneeling...and in every conceivable place in the house they could find. Their night of love ended as the sun began to rise with Harry pushing his seed once more onto her...this time between her breasts, causing her to have an expression of half-delight and half-disgust.

They spent the majority of the next day sleeping, in each other's arms, of course. Their love and lust toward each other enveloped their summer days and habits. Their love became summer passions as they would practically spend each moment of each day going at each other. Only their necessary grooming and eating/drinking habits drove them apart during the course of the day, albeit reluctantly.

Their last night together was perhaps the most passionate lovemaking session they had. Harry and Hermione had to magically reinforce the bed's structure to prevent it from collapsing under Harry's rough thrusts. After they finished, they laid in her bed, trying to catch their breath. "Well, we have to go back in a couple of days, so I doubt we'll have time to fulfill all our fantasies," Harry said.

Hermione grinned. "Well, there is one fantasy we can definitely try out at school," she said. She whispered it into his ear and he grinned.

"I'm sure that can be arranged," he said before he claimed Hermione's lips once again.

THE END?