NymphoDora

It was a slow boring day at the burrow. Even though Harry was beyond elated to be free from the confines of his uncle's house, he couldn't help but wish he could have been doing something more exciting on his summer holiday. There was a little more than a month left until the new school term began. His best friend, Ron, tried to keep him entertained, but it wasn't his fault Harry was so bored, it was Dumbledore's. In reality it was Voldemort's fault, but Dumbledore had made him promise to stay out of trouble during the summer. It was because of Dumbledore that members of the Order of the Phoenix were following Harry everywhere he went, watching over him. It would have been fine for normal people, but for Harry, having fun usually meant getting in to trouble. It wasn't like he was a trouble maker, trouble just seemed to keep finding him. Sure it would be nice to live a care free life, but that wasn't an option while Voldemort was still around. So Harry remained indoors, out of trouble and bored out of his min.

Harry had his invisibility cloak, but he knew better than to sneak out under it at night because he was sure the Order members guarding him had ways of know where he was, regardless of if they could see him or not. Dumbledore must have told them that Harry had the cloak and made the necessary precautions to keep him safe. Everything was about keeping Harry safe, but it did get rather annoying.

The one saving grace of the summer was, with Fred and George gone, the Weasley's had put him in there old room. It was nice to have a little privacy in such a small house packed with so many people. Harry was at that age where he needed a little alone time every now and then, and sneaking in to the bathroom every night wasn't going to cut it.

Hermione showed up a few days after Harry did. It was nice to have his other friend with him, but he wondered why she was there. Hermione, unlike Harry, had a family to spend summer with. He was sure she felt sorry for him, after losing his god father, Sirius Black. The bitter memory of Sirius' death bit darkly at Harry's heart. He felt guilty for feeling bored, when he knew Sirius had been cooped up in Azkaban for more than a decade, then spent months on the run hiding in caves, only to end up having to stay in Grimmauld Place, never able to leave, never able to fight. If Harry was this bored after only a few weeks, it must have been torture for Sirius.

"Wotcher Harry," Nymphadora Tonks called over to him one afternoon. It was her turn for guard duty.

Harry only nodded in her direction, too upset with what her presence meant. Harry noticed that she too was looking down in the dumps. Her hair wasn't its usual bright bubble gum pink color. Her eye's looked heavy and unwilling to open. Everything about her, even down to the way she walked, looked depressed. Harry wasn't sure why. Sirius had been her cousin, maybe his death was weighing hard on her. She had always been so alive, so bouncy, even in the face of danger.

Even though Hermione was there at the Burrow with them, Harry hardly saw much of her, even when they were in the same room. She spent most of her time glued to the inside of a book. He wished she was more like other girls, but then, he guessed, she wouldn't be Hermione. If she was like other girls, then maybe they could find a better way to pass the time until school started. The thing was, Hermione was starting to look like the other girls. In the few weeks he spent away from her, she seemed to have grown in to a woman, a rather beautiful woman. Hermione was his friend, and had always been his friend, so he never really considered her as a girl. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the fact that she was a girl, a beautiful girl. Ginny too, had grown beautiful, but Harry had always had a crush on her. But the thing was, she was Ron's little sister, which meant she was off limits. Harry was glad for his alone time in the privacy of Fred and George's room, it kept him from getting too bored.

"Hey Harry, come take a look at this." Hermione said, holding a book in one hand and pulling Harry outside with the other. They huddled under a tree and Hermione shoved the book under Harry's nose.

"What is it?" Harry asked, squinting at the strange symbols on it.

In a quick voice she replied, "I know you can't read this, there runes. But look here, at this one. Does it look familiar? Remind you of anything?"

Harry blinked down at the symbol, trying to see what the big deal is. There were a few sticks and a few rings as well as what looked like a five year old’s scribbles. Giving up, he said, "I don't know. What is it?"

"Well I'm not really sure myself. This is a book of folklore, you know, fables and what not. I've been trying to decipher this for a little extra practice, and I came across this story. I've translated most of it, but it's been rather difficult because, well, runes aren't usually about magic. Well they are, but not using magic, it's usually about magical things." Hermione rambled, pressing up close to Harry to get a better view.

Harry was use to Hermione's rambling, she had even rambled when they first met. What he wasn't use to was the closeness of her soft body. Swallowing dryly, he stuttered, "Um, but what is this story about?"

Missing his uncomfortable tone, Hermione continued, "I'm getting to that. From what I can tell from this story, and from what I learned in History, there weren't many wand makers back when this tale was written. And even if someone knew how to make a wand, getting the materials to make one was very difficult. Back then, wands were very crude, and made to be powerful, but not elegant. You wouldn't find anything like Ollivander's Phoenix tail cores, it would most likely be something strong, but unstable, like a dragon's tooth or a basilisk's scale. Since materials were so hard to get, when a wand was made, the wand maker would make as many as they could with what they had. Which means..."

"Means what?" Harry asked intently.

"Which means," Hermione explained, "there are a lot of matching wands, like with yours and You Know Who's. Didn't Dumbledore tell you that a wand doesn't want to attack it's brother? Remember what happened when You Know Who forced his wand to try and attack you, it got all weird and connected. Well back then, the wands weren't that stable right? That kind of thing might make an unstable wand explode or something right? Well I what think these runes translate in to a story about a wand maker who sold a wand to a dark wizard. The dark wizard attacked him with his own wand, and the wand exploded, killing the dark wizard. I think it's supposed to be an old wives tale, like a lesson about not attacking someone with something they created, because they know more about it than you would. But I think there must have been a real story behind this story, because of what happened with you and You Know Who. I think this might have happened, and if I can translate the rest of this..."

She was cut off by Tonks' voice calling out, "Wotcher Harry."

Hermione hid the book under her shirt and turned slightly red. She had been teased one too many times by Tonks about studying too much. But Tonks seemed to mistake the situation.

"Sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Tonks said with a grin. It was the first time Harry had seen her smile the whole summer. It wasn't a happy grin, it dark, almost forced.

"You weren't," said Harry, blushing when he realized what she was implying.

"Well, Molly says its lunch time. So if you'd to want to finish up, you've got a few minutes to come inside." Tonks left before they could answer.

At lunch Harry couldn’t decide what to worry about more, Hermione's book or Tonks' mistake. That book might hold the key to defeating Voldemort, but what Tonks thought, Harry had been thinking about for the last few day. What if she was his girlfriend? What if she was kissing him under that tree when Tonks had walked up on them? It would have been embarrassing, but it would have meant he would have been kissing Hermione, which would have been nice. Ginny saw that Harry was drooling so she caught his attention and made a wiping motion with her hands. Blushing deeply he wiped the drool from his lips and started thinking what if it was Ginny and him under that tree when Tonks had walked up. That too would be nice.

Thoughts of Ginny and Hermione didn't leave his mind for days. His night time alone times seemed to be more exciting than ever before. He hated to think about what would happen if they ever found out what he was fantasizing about. Hot and sweaty, his breathing growing rapid, visions of unspeakable things flashing in his mind, it was the most exciting thing that had happened to him all summer, so far.

"Knock knock..." A voice thought his heavy wooden door. Harry bolt upright in bed, grabbing for his wand. He didn't dare light it because he was still under age, but he wanted it, just in case.

"Who's there?" He called out, putting on his glasses and pointing his wand at the door.

"It's me, Hermione." A soft voice called to him.

He pulled on his pants and stumbled over to the door to unlock it. It seemed strange that Hermione wouldn't wait until morning to tell him, whatever it was she wanted to tell him. Harry guessed it had something to do with the book and he suddenly got excited, no longer tired. Ushering her inside, he shut the door and locked it.

"What is it?" Harry asked, not realizing he wasn't wearing a shirt.

Without answering him, Hermione leaned in and kissed him. It was so sudden he didn't even think to be surprised. He felt her lips melding on to his, her hot breath tickling his lips. Her tongue flicked out, licking his lips, but he kept them closed. When his head finally snapped to the realization of what was happening he stepped back, ending the kiss.

"What was that for?" He asked, forgetting to be quiet.

There was shock in Hermione's eyes. She stood there, thinking for a moment before saying, "Well, I um, we're just friends right?"

Without a pause Harry blurted out, "Of course we're friends, Hermione. Are you alright?"

There was a longer silence until she finally said, "Well it's just, I was feeling kind of down, you know, with Sirius... you know. And I thought you might be feeling sad to, because he was your god father. You've been looking gloomy all summer, Harry, I hope I'm not out of line."

"You're not. And you're right, I've been thinking about Sirius all summer, I still can't believe he's gone." Harry thought for a second, then added, "And about you."

"You've been thinking about me?" Hermione asked, looking like Christmas might be coming early.

Harry nodded and then remembered that she had just come in his room and kissed him, and that he was half naked. He slipped a shirt on and sat down on his bed, saying, "But you've been thinking about me then too, haven't you?"

"Ever since we've met," She replied hastily, before turning pink and looking away.

"What should we... do?" Harry asked nervously.

"I don't know," Hermione answered, pulling at her robes, "I snuck up here thinking... well, never mind."

"Thinking what?" Harry asked, hopping secretly she might have been having the same fantasy he had a few hours ago.

"But if we're just friends..." Hermione said, shuffling towards him slightly.

"We don't have to be." Harry said, forgetting to breath.

"But I don't think it would be right." She said, but her arms were coming up to Harry's shoulders.

Staring longingly at her, he said, "It's alright with me."

"Oh Harry..." She pressed her lips against his for a second time, this time more gentle, tears of joy dripping down her cheeks. It wasn't the twisted fantasies Harry had been imagining, it was better. He kissed he back, reaching up and pulling her closer. She let out a long satisfied breath, closing her eyes and drinking in the moment. But Harry didn't dare close his eyes, for fear of missing a single glimpse of Hermione's alluring composure. There was something strongly erotic in seeing someone he had known for years, breathing heavily because something he did. Hermione undid her robes and let them fall off around her, revealing a long white button up blouse and nothing else. Oil lamps on the walls flickered soft orange light over her creamy white skin, her long slender legs catching Harry's attention.

"Blimey Hermione," Harry said out in surprise, "You're beautiful..."

Frowning, Hermione replied, "Glad you noticed, took you long enough."

They was an awkward moment where they both stood there, looking at each other, before the both broke out in a fit of nervous giggles. After he caught his breath, Harry racked out and pulled Hermione down on to the bed with him. He could feel her warm body through the cool fabric of her shirt. Rolling around on the bed, they both jockeyed for the best position to kiss the other, their hands groping for the other's body.

Harry let out a sharp gasp as he felt a cold hand slip in to the waistband of his pants. Glaring questioningly at Hermione, he asked, "Um, are we..." He didn't know what to ask.

"Yes," Hermione answered, "We are."

She sat up on her knees and started unbuttoning her blouse, button by button. He knew what was going to happen but as inch after inch of her stomach was slowly revealed, couldn't think straight. As she reached the buttons on her chest, Harry held his breath waiting painfully his body throbbing in anticipation. She pulled the shirt off over her head, letting her breasts fall out with a little cute bounce. Harry sat there speechless, wanting nothing more than to be pressed close against them.

"Is it okay?" He asked, reaching his hands out for her breasts.

She turned pink, but gave him a small nod, moving her arms out of the way. Like a greedy child on Halloween, Harry reached out and grabbed a big handful. As his hands met soft flesh, both of their eyes lit up in excitement. It seemed like nether of them remembered that people were meant to breath as Harry's trembling hands felt at Hermione’s chest.

"I know they're kind of small..." Hermione started but was cut off by Harry.

"I think they're perfect." Harry said quickly.

"Yeah but Tonks’ are bigger," Hermione said pouting.

"Sure, but I like yours more." Harry reassured her.

But for some reason, this statement seemed to upset her, so Harry decided to distract her with another kiss. This seemed to do the trick because as Harry pulled his lips away from Hermione's she didn't open them to complain again. Instead, she pursed her lips and headed for Harry, who prepared his to be kissed back, but it never came. She kissed the side of his neck and down to the color of his shirt. She grabbed the collar in her teeth and tugged at it with a little grr. Harry grinned wildly and pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. He wasn't very built, but at least he wasn't scrawny anymore. Hermione pawed at his bare chest, digging her nails across it like a werewolf. This excited Harry to no end, and in a muffled voice he let out a small howl, pretending to look call out to the moon. Hermione giggled and tackled him down to the bed, her breasts pressing heavily on his bare skin. It was all too much of Harry to take, he felt himself growing hard, almost like magic. Hermione must have felt it pressing against her leg though his pants because she pressed back. Harry felt himself throb painfully and moved down to undo his pants. As he slipped them he looked over to see if Hermione was doing the same, but he realized that she wasn't wearing them, in fact, she wasn't wearing anything at all. Harry cursed himself for letting him be so distracted by her breasts that he missed a wonderful sight. The place where her legs met had a small tuff of hair that looked out of place when the owner had such a large amount of bushy hair on her head. Harry smiled and though of the word, trimmed.

Harry kicked off his boxers and moved back to Hermione, wanting both to touch her and needing to warm himself with something, and her body seemed hot enough to do the trick. This time as they kissed, there was an awkward embarrassment as Harry fought between keeping his privet parts privet and wanting to press them against her. The torment was ended quickly with another cold hand reaching for his crotch. As her cold fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock, Harry gave a shudder of both excitement and chill. He let out a long shuddering gasp and felt even more blood rushing down in to his burning loins. With her free hand, Hermione grabbed Harry's wrist and guided his hand between her legs. He felt a tickle of hair on his hand, then his fingers met hot wet flesh. He couldn't believe it, his had was somewhere he only dared to think about in his wildest dreams. One of his closest friends was naked in front of him, and, he was reminded with a soft tug, she was holding his cock in her hands.

With a curious prod, he brushed his finger along her pussy, feeling the hot wetness again. She gave a shudder and replied with a stronger tug on his cock. Curiosity beating out nervousness, Harry slid a trembling finger inside of Hermione, hearing her gasp out a moan. It was hot, very hot, but before Harry had a chance to explore anymore, he was being pulled towards Hermione, whose hand was guiding his cock towards her crotch. She lay back on the bed and positioned his cock inches from her entrance and stared up at him. There was a moment of hesitation on Harry's part as he wondered what would happen to their friendship if he were to continue, but something in her eyes told him everything was going to be alright. So, trembling with desire, Harry grasped Hermione's hips and plunged deep inside of her.

It was beyond hot, but not in a burning way. The heat Harry felt with his finger was nothing compared to what his sensitive cock was experiencing right now. Harry legs twitched in pleasure as he slowly found the strength to start to move his hips. Through all of his fantasies he never imagined that it felt this good. Hermione let out a breath that she seemed to have been holding in since Harry had entered her. With a stifled grunt, she began to match Harry's hips, coming up to meet his as he trusted in to her. There was a wild passion growing inside of them, Harry started panting and Hermione closed her eyes, trying not scream out on pleasure.

Then it happened. Harry wasn't sure if he had seen correctly or if the lamps were just playing tricks on his eyes, but he thought for sure he had seen Hermione's hair turn bright pink for just an instant. But when Hermione started groping and fondling her own breasts, Harry didn't care what color her hair was. Hermione started breathing heavily and started panting Harry's name. It was the sexiest thing Harry had ever seen, even in his dreams. He thrust wildly and then, with a final thrust that moved both of them back a few inches, Harry buried himself to as deep as he could inside of Hermione and he came, hard. It was the strongest orgasm he had ever had in his life. As he twitched and jerked, his body sent what felt like a gallon of cum deep up inside of Hermione. Out of strength, he fell down on to Hermione, his cock still twitching deep inside of her. He gave a few more thrusts, feeling his cum slosh around his cock, exciting him more.

Harry was sure it must have been some kind of magic, because he was growing hard again. As the disbelief faded Harry felt filled with energy. Not wanting Hermione to catch her breath, Harry started pumping his hips again, feeling his cum squirt out of her with each thrust. Hermione let go of her breasts and reached her arms around Harry's back and pulled him close. Their whole bodies moved as they humped each other, their stomachs slapping together each time. Harry felt Hermione's body growing ridged and her motions became erratic. He what she was about to do only a second before it happened. Her body jerked and her pussy clamped on to his cock, drawing him in. She grunted in a strange un-Hermione-like voice and let her body twitch in pleasure, her back arching, her shoulders writhing around on the bed. Harry felt, for the second time, his body tense up then spasm another shuddering orgasm. He felt an unbelievable amount of hot cum bursting out of him again, and wondered how he still had any left after the first time. It must have been magic but Harry didn't care, he thrust deeper and deeper, feeling the cum flowing like a river in to Hermione. It filled her, her pussy her womb, Harry was sure that even her lungs must have been drenched with cum with as much he was pouring in to her. It was crazy but the thought of Hermione's inside packed with him cum excited him even more.

He pulled his rock hard cock from her twitching pussy, feeling his cum splash out of her like a geyser. Then, like in his dirtiest fantasies, he pressed his cock against the entrance of her ass. She gave a gasp, but let out a moan that told Harry it was alright. Harry shoved his cock deep in her ass in one mighty thrust, the cum and juices from her pussy helped his cock slid in with ease. The hot dry tightness of her ass was like nothing of this world. Harry started to thrust in and out of Hermione's ass, hearing her gasp and moan in uncomfortably ecstasy. Harry gritted his teeth as he suppressed a loud moan. He felt Hermione's body, still twitching from her first orgasm, burst in to another fit of savage pleasure, hot fluid mixed with his cum ran from her pussy to her ass and coated his cock making it even more slippery. A few juttered thrusts and Harry came for a third time, sending hot cum up Hermione's ass. As he twitch and pumped, his body finally gave out on him. He fell heavily on to Hermione again, but this time, he didn't get back up. Even though his cock was still spurting hot cum in to her ass, he didn't have the energy to hump anymore, he just let his cum fall in to her.

He could feel her heart beating in her chest, her breathing slowing down. Harry too caught his breath, feeling is cock growing limp and falling out of Hermione followed by another torrent of cum. The bed was soaked in cum and other fluids, but at the moment, Harry couldn't care less. He just lay there, bringing a hand up to Hermione's breasts and giving them a soft gentle squeeze.

"That was wonderful Harry." Hermione finally said as her regained her composure.

"Really wonderful, like a dream." Harry said, smiling at her.

"Yes a dream." Hermione said, grabbing her wand.

"What are you doing?" Harry said looking at the wand, "You know we can't use magic outside of school?"

Hermione gave him a week smile, then pointed at the bed and the cum vanished. She turned the wand at Harry then asked, "I guess if you don't like Hermione, then it must be Ginny, right?"

Harry started to ask, "Hermione, what do you mean?" but he stopped when he saw Hermione face melting and turning in to Tonks' face. Before he could comprehend what was going on, she kissed him then pointed her wand at his head and whispered the incantation for a memory modifying charm.

The next morning Harry woke up, feeling better than he had ever felt in his life. When he headed down to breakfast, he saw a glimpse of Hermione eating behind a book. Smiling to himself he remembered the dream he had the night before. As he sat next to her, he was glad she couldn't see what he was imagining. Across the table, Tonks too was smiling to herself.

fin

Author’s notes

Wotcher is short for what cheer, an English greeting, according to google. I think, if I make another chapter, it’ll be the same idea but with Ginny. This story wasn’t supposed to be hardcore, but halfway through the sex scene, it just seemed right to go that direction, so the tone changed with might have been a problem. And I know the rune wand crap thing was all made up, don’t complain about that. But if you see any other problems or suggestions, let me know in a review. I'm open to any suggestions and I'll try and work then in to the next chapter.

Oh and if you liked this, give my original fic, Bittersweet Dream a shot.

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