May Day

Here is something cute to read.. hope you like it. Thanks Richard for beta-ing this for me.


Hermione slipped away from the crowded common room, down the stairs and in to the dungeon where there was an old class room half- filled with desks and large boxes.
It was a storage room now, but there was enough room to practice her dance for the May Day Festival.
The record player was there untouched and the old records were scattered out on the table.

Hermione put on the music and picked up the veil.
She had on a gypsy costume , a flaired skirt with chiffon panels over it and a short sleeve blouse tied in front, but it was chilly in the dungeon so Hermione wore a light sweater.
They started practicing for the festival; she, Ginny, Luna, Lavender
and Susan, a few weeks ago. Hermione researched the old traditional dances ... some so old they weren’t done any more and some forbidden dances, she found in the restricted section of the library.

A dance, that when done right, makes men fall in love with you..
or so they say.... but it was really a dance to find the right person to fall in love with you or not to fall in love with you...
Ron had seen her dance it with the girls, he just gazed and smiled at Luna.

Ron had fallen out of love with Hermione, she knew that. He was dating Luna now.
For a while they tried, but when you couldn't wait to be away from someone that's when she knew it was really over.

They stayed friends to some degree.

Hermione closed her eyes and started to dance.
She took a few delicate steps forward and stepped to the side spinning, her arms out.
She stood on tiptoe, bringing her arms up and down slowly in a snake like manner, rolling her shoulders as she arched her back.

Hermione's hips gyrated to the rhythm of music and as her hands caressed her form as a lover would. The steps to the dance were no longer in her head but in her body. The veil she had in her hands was catching the air and became her partner in a haunting ghostly form. Things started to float and spin in the air, books, records and boxes.
But Hermione didn't care, the music was in her head and body, she didn't have to think ..it was just happening.

The veil danced with her, mimicking her moves here and there; then spinning around her. She danced on and on.

The music slowed and Hermione spun down to the floor, one leg folded under her, the other straight out. Hermione grabbed the hovering veil out of the air and lifted the material over her head and she gently let it fall in front of her out stretched leg; in a bowing position.

Her hand let go of the fabric and her fingers slid up her extended leg gracefully, seductively, arching her back, one arm going out to the side, the other above her head. Her back arched farther she softly lay back on the floor as the music continued softly.

The veil glided up Hermione's shin to her knee, caressing her thighs spread apart going between her legs magically. It moved like smoke over her bare stomach and up between her breasts against her throat.


Hermione opened her eyes in a daze and glanced around. Things were still in the air spinning and whirling, the records, books, a small box and a picture of a face staring at her.

She closed her eyes and listened to the music.
Her eyes flew open to the realization that there where no pictures in the room. Hermione sat up to see Harry staring at her. He was sweating and his cheeks were flushed, his mouth was open and he was breathing in an odd way...panting.
He took a step towards her.
"Harry what are you doing here?" Hermione asked in a scared, concerned tone.
" You snuck out of the common room, and I was curious to see what you were up to." Harry said in a strange tone, he took another step towards her.
"The way you moved Hermione."

"How long were you watching, how much did you see?" Hermione started to panic.

He knelt down in front of her, his knee grazing her bare toes, looking at her. She looked down at herself to see that her sweater was off the costume top was showing more of her cleavage than she thought and her chiffon shirt was off and the veil pulled up her skirt on her thighs.

"It was wild."

"Harry how much did you see?" she asked again.
"I don't know... all of it?"

"Harry you shouldn't have seen that dance, it's an old dance .. it's forbidden.
and if you saw it, I'LL GET IN TO TROUBLE."

But he just stared at her.
Hermione got up and began collecting her things.

" Here let me help you." Harry offered, smiling at her, helping her pick things up.
“Harry the spell will wear off in a little while, just go to your room and ...sleep it off. Please!"

Harry followed Hermione around for most of the day.

The next morning many of the boys were giving flowers to girls.
White is …lets be friends, pink .. can I hold your hand at the festival,
Red… hold hands on walks and maybe snog, yellow .. we are going to snog a lot, and purple … lets go steady.

She got a bouquet of pink flowers early in the morning from Harry and she sent them back to him. before breakfast.
He smiled at her in the Great Hall at breakfast and in the halls.

At lunch he cornered her and begged,"Please take the flowers."
"Harry I've lost one of my best friends by going out with him. I don't want to lose you too."

"But you won't lose me, I will always be here for you, no matter what happens." Harry explained.

In the afternoon he gave her an other bouquet, white with one pink rose, again she sent them back to him.

The school grounds were decorated with flowers, tents with food and drink, games, a may pole and a bon fire was getting set up for the night time games and of course dancing.

Later as Hermione was getting ready for her dance with the other girls, Harry tried once more to give Her flowers. Hermione shook her head and he nodded with a sad expression on his face.

" All right. Fine. Let's just be friends then. I like your costume," He said, trying to keep a conversation with her going.

Harry had his wand out and was picking at the flowers on thetable where all the hair combs and old head wreaths were, for the dancers. He was stirring his wand in something and looking at Hermione from time to time looking hurt and frustated.
"Will you be dancing soon?" he asked, "Will it be alright if I watch? Or will that upset you?" he said bitterly.

"Harry please," Hermione pleaded, wondering if she was going to lose another friend because she didn't go out with him.
She looked on the table for the girls head wreaths, the last one was browning and smelt musty.

"That's looks awful,” Harry commented,”This one goes better with your dress," Harry said as he gave her a wreath made with all the colours in her costume. It looked much prettier than the one she was going to wear. She put it on, looking in the mirror arranging the ribbons with her hair. She looked at Harry reflection, he was standing behind her now.

Harry smiled victoriously.
It was then she realised what she had done, and let out a defeated sigh.
She accepted his flowers and now she had to meet him on the path.
She looked in the mirror, the wreath had all the colours white red purple and little drops of dew that he had frozen on the flowers and leaves to sparkle like diamonds.

The music began and she ran to go join the other girls who
noticed the wreath on her head.

She danced the old traditional steps and swirls they had been practising for weeks.
Every so often she saw Harry watching her intensely in the crowd. The forbidden movements kept popping up in her head and her body danced them. A gyration here, a spin there and her body moved like a puff of smoke in a whirl wind flowing and spinning. She just hoped no one was watching her especially Professor McGonagall. She could be expelled from school and she was just about to graduate.

The girls dance ended as they arched their backs and tossed the veil in front of them in bowing position.

The on lookers clapped at the performance.
Hermione looked around but didn't see Harry,
' The spell must have worn off,'' she thought to her self.
She had a disappointed feeling welling in her.
Hermione felt tears forming in her eyes. She took a deep breath and thought
' I'm glad that's over with. Now Harry and I can be friends and everything can be normal again.'

She started to go to the tent that had the drinks and poured herself a cup of punch and took a small sip of it looking around for Harry. She suddenly felt very alone in a crowd of her school mates.

She headed for the food tent looking around for Harry. She glanced at the food and realized she wasn't very hungry. She turned around and was leaving the tent when Harry was in front of her. Her heart jumped and she tried to suppress a smile of relief at seeing him.

He smiled at her and said,
“ Thought I took off on you?” Harry asked.
“ I wasn't sure.” she said simply.
“ The path to the woods will be opening soon. I gave you white flowers and ...pink ones too... but the white.. holding hands would be nice,” Harry suggested.

Hermione nodded smiling at Harry,
“ Yeah that would be okay with me.”
Harry relaxed and smiled.

“You hungry Harry?” Hermione posed.
“I'll eat something later.”Harry replied.

The two slowly made their way to the path.
Hagrid was there, making sure everyone was there by choice and not coerced.
He gave Harry and Hermione a big smile,
“ I was wondering if you two would get together.”

They both blushed and laughed looking at each other.

Hagrid waved them through the gate.
Harry took Hermione by the hand and walked up the path.

They heard lots of giggles and couples running after each other, playing tag or some kind of hide and seek.
Harry held onto Hermione's hand as they walked deeper into the woods.

Hermione wasn't able to hear her classmates playing around,
“ I don't think we should go any further Harry,”she said, looking around.
He squeezed her hand to get her attention.
Harry slowly lowered his head and his lips met hers in an innocent kiss.
Harry broke the kiss and pulled back a few inches and looked at Hermione.
His eyes gazed into hers and then focused on her lips, slowly leaning towards her again. His lips took hers a second time. His kiss was fuller and lasted longer.

He pulled back for a moment to tilt his head the other way. This time his shaky hand went to the back of her neck and drew her to him surprising her so that she opened her mouth when his tongue begged to enter.
She opened her mouth timidly and his tongue took advantage. He moaned at the taste of her.

Hermione's brain stopped functioning at this point and her mouth was acting on instinct. His kisses were firm but soft and passionate searching and discovering with each lick, touch and caress of his lips and tongue.

Hermione’s arms went around his neck and his hands explored her hips and back. His hands caressed her exposed midriff, running a finger up and down her spine.
Harry's fingers playfully tangled themselves in her wavy hair.

Hermione moaned making Harry's sense go on overload, he broke the kiss hearing some of their classmates reaching them.
“Mione,”he whispered,” Do you want to go a little further into the woods. You know to be alone.”

'I don't know Harry ...” Hermione said. But Harry was gently pulling her along as he looked to see who was coming their way.

He pulled her around a huge tree and peeked out to see who it was.
Harry saw ginger hair through the trees and someone with blonde hair following as Hermione looked too.

Harry looked at Hermione with a puzzled expression on his face.
Hermione smiled and shook her head,
“ I'm happy right now and if we workout ..”
Harry smiled and kissed her on the lips feverishly,
“ WE will. We've always gotten along.”

His hand caressed her cheek as he looked into her eyes.
He had a devilish grin on his lips,
“You know back in the old days young men and women would come up here and do a fertility dance.”
“I already did that.” Hermione commented.

“But then they would come up here,” Harry repeated breathlessly,
“ And couples would make love to each other,” gazing at her.

Hermione's eyes widened with shock,
“Harry I'm not ready. I don't know you... I mean I know you but not like that .. I cant' switch gears that fast. This morning we were friends and now we’re kissing each other.”

“Doesn't it feel right?” He asked.

She thought about it for a moment and then kissed him again, feeling his warm lips, his eagerness, his passion and love as the kiss grew. She felt a warmth going through her she hadn’t felt before with Ron or Viktor. Her hunger for him grew. Yes, this felt right, safe, familiar but new..

She left his lips only to have him retrieve hers back.

She caressed his cheek as she broke the kiss.

Harry looked a little nervous, fearing she didn't feel the same as he did.

“ Yes it does. It feels right.” she admitted.

They heard some more classmates coming up the path.

Harry leaned his forehead on hers and said,
“Lets go a little further, off the path, “ he kissed her.
“I don't like being interrupted,” He looked toward the path,
“It's still early I’m sure they'll be more.”

“Are we allowed to go off the path?” Hermione posed.
“As long as it's light we're safe, it's when it's dark we might have problems.” Harry reasoned.

Hermione let Harry lean them further up the hill. The woods were getting thicker and darker but they kept hearing the other students.

“You’re coming to Grimmauld Place this summer?”
“Yes. If you want?”
“Hermione! I’ve been trying for weeks to think of how to get you there before Ron comes so I could have some time alone with you. And now that he’s with Luna…. I can see you .. I mean we are .. now a couple.. right?” Harry clarified out loud.

Hermione smiled and looked at the ground feeling a blush coming to her cheeks, “Yes, we are couple now.”

Harry’s eyes glowed and a silly eager smile came to his lips. He stepped towards her and gave her an innocent kiss.

“ I can’t wait now,” he said as he kissed her a little more passionately.

The deeper they walked in to the woods the more passionate their kisses were and the more their hands explored each other’s bodies.

Harry found a shady clover covered glade. One passionate kiss lead to an other. Hands eagerly went under clothes, buttons were undone, and soon as the their hormones were going wild nature took over.

Soon they were on the foliage Harry’s pants were pushed down to his knees. Hermione’s skirt was up to her waist and Harry’s mouth had replaced her knickers.

Before they realized what they were doing they were making love. Harry sliding himself inside her with a moan. It was to late to turn back, to late to say ‘no’, or say’ we have to slow things down’. Neither wanted to stop and neither were virgins anymore. Hermione urged him on with a gasp and wrapping her legs around him. Harry took that as a sign to keep going and he did.

He plunged into Hermione’s slim soft body, over and over each time going deeper into her and bringing them both closer to ecstasy.

Hermione moved her legs up high until one rested on Harry’s shoulder, after that it was only a few thrusts and they both reached heaven.

Harry collapsed next to Hermione. Both were shiny from their sweat.
They both remained quiet for a while just panting.

Harry looked at Hermione with a nervous look. She hoped it wasn’t a look of regret.

“Ehm .. Hermione? Did you .. eh enjoy it?”

“Yeah Harry, I enjoyed.”

He had a funny smile on his face which grow sillier,
“Hermione since we are a couple now and doing couple things. Will you be sleeping in a guest room or …. mine?

“That would be up to you, I think.”

“My room definitely, you’ll … you’ll stay in my room.” and he smiled a smile Hermione hadn’t seen since he won a Quidditch match two years ago.

Hermione looked around and noticed it was getting late.
“We better get back.”

They walked hand in hand down the path, following the other students going back to the school grounds.

Harry and Hermione ate together that night, and danced. Harry even jumped over a bonfire, just to impress Hermione. And when the celebration was over, Hermione walked up to the tower with Harry. Everything was different now, scary, but wonderful at the same time.

Hermione was still wearing the wreath Harry had made for her. She took it off and gave Harry a small white rose from it asking,
“We will always be friends, right Harry?”

“Yes…. and so much more,” Harry whispered and he kissed her with a promise of making love to her in the hot summer nights to come, in a grim old house somewhere in London.

The End

May Day ( May 1 ) or also known as ( Festive ) Beltane is a spring festival celebrating human fertility and the renewal of nature. The festival originated with the celebration of the Roman goddess Flora and spread to other countries of the Roman Empire. May Day was especially popular in England during medieval times. Activities centered around the maypole, a tree collected from the woods and brought to the village to celebrate the upcoming summer. Many people participated in temporary sexual encounters while they were off in the woods.