Hermione\'s little accident

A/n: The title suggests what you probably thought it did. If that isn't your cup of tea, head back now. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.

Harry Potter sat reminiscing in the large comfortable leather couch in the house he, Ron and Hermione shared and used as headquarters in the battle against Voldemort.
Three years had passed since Harry had left Hogwarts and his twentieth birthday was just days ahead.
However, the subject of his thoughts, and our story, rests almost five years in the past.
It had all started, that day – and it had started so strangely at that.


The grim potions lab in the dungeon was full of activity, from peacefully bubbling cauldrons, to ones sending threatening spurts of liquid into the air every now and then.
Harry was busy stirring his cauldron furiously, a bit lost as he did not have the Prince’s instructions this year.
Snape swept from table to table, gazing into the black cauldrons without a kind word to anyone. As he past Harry’s peace draught, which was too thin and yellow rather than orange as it was supposed to be; his lips formed a satisfied smirk. Had Ron been there, at least he would not have been failed alone, but Ron was in the infirmary after a backfired Toenail growing hex he had intended for Dean.
‘Another D, it appears, Mr Potter.’
Harry scowled at his potions master until he turned his back and then he focused his attention right to Hermione, as always when he needed help.

Her potion was to his great surprise, not perfect. Truly, it was close, but there appeared to be something bothering her.
She stood very stiffly and was squirming slightly.
Snape took a sample of Hermione’s potion, looking ecstatic to finally be able to give her anything but an O and simply vanished the contents of Harry’s cauldron.
‘You alright, Hermione?’ asked Harry softly, giving her stomach a very light and playful slap with the back of his hand.
She squirmed badly and sat down in unison with the other students as Snape summarized the lecture and set homework.
Something most definitely was wrong with Hermione, who sat with her legs crossed, her hands in her lap and who bit her lip.
She didn’t do that unless she was thinking and now hardly seemed to be a time where she’d do that. Harry felt puzzled. Snape finally dismissed them and Hermione stood up right away, moving towards the door when a voice cut through the sound of scraping chairs.
‘Mr Potter, a word.’
Harry groaned inwardly. Snape would most likely not be inviting him for a glass of pumpkin juice after class and if he would, it’d be spiked with every horrible poison imaginable.


Hermione froze at the door and waited.
‘Yes sir?’
‘Your last homework assignment was an absolute waste of parchment and is to be rewritten and I hope for your sake that it’s satisfactory this time. Leave it along with the one I assigned today.’
He turned his back to Harry and received a rude hand gesture.
‘I saw that Mr Potter, ten points from Gryffindor,’ said the potions master coldly, his back still turned.
Harry gritted his teeth and moved to the door, where Hermione stood. She gave him a strange look and began to walk quickly through the dungeons.
‘You alright, Hermione’? Asked Harry as they walked through a large corridor, slowed considerably by the crowd.
He patted his shoulder as he asked, but instead of her normal reaction, her moving her body to sort of cuddle against him, she shuddered uncomfortably.
More confused than hurt by the gesture, Harry kept walking along to her stiff but rather quick walk which was in the direction of the girls bathroom rather than the common room.
Realization dawned upon Harry. She needed to go to the bathroom, which was the reason for everything so far.
She had an almost pained expression on her face and whimpered with every second step.
‘Are you OK Hermione?’ insisted Harry.
‘No, I really – I really have to go,’ whined Hermione in a low whisper.
‘Well, it’s not that far, just up the stairs and then-‘ Harry stopped talking as

Hermione stopped abruptly.
‘Oh god,’ she whimpered.
‘You can make it, right?’
Hermione shook her head rapidly.
All the time spent with the Marauders map had taught Harry many of the of the castles secret passageways.
Quickly, he hit his fist against what appeared to be a solid wall next to a suit of armour, but the wall slid aside and revealed rather narrow and short passage with a stair at the end.
The door slid shut behind them immediately as they had entered.
Harry looked at his best friend of five years with an anticipation that confused and worried him a great deal. This was most certainly not the time for that type of feeling.
Not when Hermione stood a few feet from him, her legs crossed and her hands pressing down on her crotch.
Merlin’s balls, why the hell did he have a boner because of this?
‘It’s alright, Hermione,’ whispered Harry as he caressed her cheek, masking the excitement he felt successfully.
A wave of relaxation appeared upon Hermione face and soon Harry noted how a spot was forming on the part of the skirt she held pressed against her crotch.
She stood there for roughly half a minute, her eyes closed, the spot on her skirt growing as the pool of urine beneath her did.
Harry was torn, sure this was gross in it’s way, but he still had half of his blood supply in his prick at the moment and was beginning to feel slightly lightheaded.

He returned to reality a second later when Hermione opened her eyes and realised where she was, what she had done and with whom present.
Her facial expression changed from that of relaxation and delight to horror and shame.
A few tears began to make their way down her face.
‘I’m so sorry, Harry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to- for you to- see that.’ She swore uncharacteristically and made to leave towards the stairs, but Harry grabbed her by the arm.
‘It’s OK, look.’ He pointed his wand at the floor, vanishing the liquid and then did the same on her robes, finishing off with a drying charm.
‘All done, Hermione,’ said Harry, slightly proud of himself.
‘But you still know,’ cried Hermione completely mortified.
Slowly, Harry took a step towards her and wrapped his arms around her.
‘It’s alright, it’s alright,’ he murmured, slowly stroking her bushy hair.
Hermione relaxed into the hug after a split second and stopped crying.
Then, with a light giggle, she felt him poking into her stomach.
It was now Harry’s time to be ashamed. He had been so concerned by her tears that he had tried to hug her without realising that he still hadn’t calmed down quite yet.


But Hermione didn’t comment his state; in fact, she hugged him even tighter, pressing his growing erection more firmly into her stomach.
‘Thanks a lot, Harry. I don’t know how I could have faced people if you hadn’t saved me,’ whispered Hermione into his ear.
Harry moved his head from her shoulder to kiss her cheek, but Hermione turned her head just in time, resulting in his lips awkwardly brushing up against the corner of her mouth.
Harry tried to move back, but before he had the time, Hermione adjusted slightly and pressed her lips fully against his.
She stayed that way for a brief moment and then pulled back an inch, looking expectantly at him.
‘What’re you doing?’ spluttered Harry, realising his mistake the second the words left his mouth. The look of hurt only lingered for a second on Hermione face, though.
‘Kissing you. I felt that you wanted it, I want it and you want it so what’s the problem?’
She took a step back and put her hands on her hips in a very Hermione-ish pose.
‘We’re friends, Hermione, we can’t – kiss.’
‘Is it because I’m not pretty enough?
‘No, no, you’re beautiful, you know I think you are but we still shouldn’t.’


She moved in again and despite his protests earlier Harry desperately wanted to feel those soft lips again his against and did nothing to stop her.
She kissed him, first light pecks but then firmer, her mouth fully against his, the tip of her tongue sliding in between his lips. He kissed her back and was awarded with a soft muffled moan.
As the kissing grew fierier, Harry grew even harder. The fact that Hermione held him close and moved her body against the bulge in his robes did not help either.
‘Are you sure this won’t change things, Hermione?’ asked Harry uncertainly.
‘It probably will, but who says change is bad?’
‘Well, I don’t know –‘ He shut his mouth as he felt her run her hand along his leg, heading up. ‘Change is good, you’re right- it’s so good.’
She patted his erection through his robes, causing Harry to stop kissing her abruptly.
Feeling that he might as well even the scores, Harry began to slide his hand up her leg, mesmerized by how soft her skin felt. He reached further, up her thigh and in under her school skirt.
As he made his approach up her inner thigh, she grabbed his member firmly, making him let out a content groan.
Throwing away all caution, Harry slid his free left hand up under her blouse, cupping her surprisingly full breast in his palm. The fact that prim and proper Hermione Granger wasn’t wearing a bra surprised him in a very good way.
He took her nipple between his fingertips, squeezing lightly making the bushy haired girl moan lowly.

His other hand had now reached the edge of her knickers and he brushed his fingers up against the cotton material and was awarded with another moan.
Meanwhile, Hermione had gotten her hand down his boxers and taken an even firmer hold of his erection, moving her hand up and down slowly.
Her slow torturous pace drove him wild with arousal to such an extent that he almost feared he’d embarrass himself by coming too fast.
To distract her, he pulled her knickers down her legs and trailed his fingertip along her slit.
It surprised him to find that she was really wet.
He had been worried he had rushed things but the soft moan that left her lips at his touch made him realise that he hadn’t.
Hermione drew her wand quickly and muttered a quick incantation before throwing it carelessly onto the floor.
She then acted as he hesitated, pulling his robes up and underwear down, pressing her soft body against his freed erection.

Harry, in turn, hiked her skirt up and pined her up against the wall. He moved his hands briefly over her butt and then lifted her up, moving her crotch against his erect cock.
After a bit of awkward manoeuvring, he entered the wet heat or her sex with a low groan.
He entered her fully and then withdrew, building a slow rhythm.
‘Faster Harry,’ moaned Hermione.
Not a bad idea, according to him. She wasn’t exactly heavy, but holding her up like he currently was took its toll.
He sped up, wincing slightly as her nails dug into his shoulders.
His eyes travelled up and down like a person suspended by a bungee-jump rope from her breasts that were jiggling by the force of his thrusts and to her face.
Far too soon, his movements became jerky and with a sigh, he emptied himself within her.
Exhausted, he looked at Hermione face, shining lightly with sweat. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled uncertainly at him.