As October progressed, Harry continued teaching DADA to his fellow apprentices. He and Hermione had avoided any caning that month though Fred and George both earned 10 for a prank involving potions that hadn't been properly tested. Snape did say that once tested, it would be a marvelous prank product, but testing on firsties was going to make sitting a problem for them in the future, no matter what McGonagall might say.
They both got Master Snape's rather pointed argument, as he explained about growth hormones, extreme weight changes, magical core fluctuations, and the danger of messing with immature cores prior to 2nd maturation. He then punctuated the argument with his cane, and they were brewing bruise balm that night. Hermione and Harry acted as their assistants for the production while Cedric oversaw the potion quality. When it was time to administer the Balm, both Harry and Hermione insisted the twins administer it to each other. The twins acted heartbroken, especially about Harry's refusal. Hermione just laughed as she knew they both had girlfriends who would help with the treatment…and the consequences to follow. Hermione was starting to realize how spoiled she was, having her lover a few feet away, when the balm was ready.
There independent studies took much of their time and they realized how few classes they were taking with their peers. Really, only Transfiguration, Astronomy, Magical Theory, and Herbology were taken with their fellow second years. The NEWT students said it was like they were already NEWT students themselves, with their custom schedule, which was unheard of for second years. To make it up to their fellow Puffs, they both tutored many classes in the common room. Hermione's book knowledge of facts was unparalleled, but Harry's understanding of advanced theory, and ability to explain complex and esoteric concepts was noted as well.
By the end of October, they were finishing their third month of Runes and Arithmancy. They both had O on each month exam for the first two months and expected the same on the third. Harry was doing well on the book part of Charms and believed he was on schedule to take the OWL that spring. HOM was just book memorization, and they were both speed reading the text so that wasn't a problem. Hermione went to 3rd year charms and was doing well, though reading ahead. She stayed mostly to herself as she was intimidating to the fellow students. Especially, as they had heard she would try to get into 5th year the following summer for OWLS.
Toward the end of the month, it was raining continuously, and the quidditch teams were each practicing in the horrible weather. One late afternoon, Harry came in from a solo practice of snitch hunting in bad weather. He was soaking wet and muddy, and Filch got in his face about the mess. "Look at this mess! You students just make a mess for no reason! Come with me and we will see about this."
Harry looked at Filch confused, "What are you talking about? I just came in from practice. It's pouring out there! Of course I'm wet! Just spend a few seconds using cleaning charms and all gone!" To which Harry ejected his wand, Hiss-His-HiSSSS, and sheathed it. Every spot of mud and water was gone. Harry with a growl, "Will that be all Mr. Filch? I have a class to teach tonight."
Lockhart was coming down the hall in bright pink and yellow robes with a blue cape, and heard the conversation. "Teaching Mr. Potter? I understand you wishing to increase your fame, with the accolades of being a professor, but you need to wait until you have actual world experience to teach the wee barns. You wouldn't want people to judge you poorly, attacking a job too early or unprepared. No, why don't you become my teaching assistant, and we can get you some experience from a master, so when you are ready to pass the knowledge to the next generation, you have some idea on how to do it."
Harry backed away, "No thank you. I wouldn't feel worthy for such an exalted position. Oh look at the time, I need to go." And Harry actually ran up the stairs. Lockhart was going to protest, but Potter was off like a snitch. Damn that kid could move.
The following Saturday, was Samhain. Harry was working on his classwork with Hermione, and she was studying him with an inscrutable expression. Deciding she had waited long enough, "I want to change this day for you. I know this is the day you lost your first family, and the school celebrates it with no care for what you suffered. I want to give you something to overshadow that."
"What do you have in mind?" Harry replied, not entirely opposed to the idea. Being around Halloween, depressed him.
Hermione letting him know the plans had already been made and acted upon, admitted, "We are going to commandeer the dueling room. I already discussed it with Master Snape and he said as long as we cleaned up after ourselves, he would allow it."
Harry just waited, not sure where Hermione was going with this. Hermione with a smile lighting up her face continued, "We are going to have a romantic picnic dinner and we are going to play a bit after. Safe words active. We will see how far, we go."
Harry was getting nervous and almost looked like he would bolt. Hermione needed to convince him this was a good idea, so she asked him, "Harry? Would you violate a Red-light?"
Harry, startled at this change of subject exclaimed "No! It would violate your trust! I could never do that!"
Hermione then confidently replied, "Then stop worrying. The words apply for you, too. You know we are not 14, so we will not have sex. We are just going to explore each other. Play with our hands…and possibly mouths. Let's just see where this goes?" she asked with hope.
Seeing the indecision in Harry, Hermione looked hurt. Sadly, she asked "Don't you trust me?"
"Yes! That not it at all!" Harry exclaimed.
Hermione pushed further, "Don't you love me?"
Harry now hurt at the indecision implied in that question, "Do you doubt me? I love you so much it paralyzes me." he said with raw emotion and concern.
Hermione continued her onslaught, "Do you want me?"
Harry played the situation straight, and answered honestly. Maybe he could shock her with how much he wanted her and make her realize his concerns were justified. He said with raw hunger "More than anything, and that's the problem! My dreams are full of doing things with you, and to you. I'm scared that I will lose control and hurt you. I want you so bad, it hurts. I could not live with myself if I harmed you and made you afraid of me."
Hermione then grabbed Harry's face and looked into his eyes with complete trust. She said with conviction, "I trust you. We have safe-words you would never violate. It's time you learned to trust yourself, the way I trust you. We will go very slow so there will be no problem with overshooting into uncomfortable territory. OK?"
Realizing Hermione had neatly countered all his arguments, Harry surrendered, "OK Hermione, we will try it your way."
Hermione with a bright grin just looked at Harry with love. She then ordered him, "I will expect you in the dueling room at 4:30 for dinner…and afters. Don't be late. Dress is a short dressing robe, nothing underneath."
Harry showed up at 4:15 and noticed there was a sign on the dueling room door. 'Harry and Hermione are having a private dinner, please stay out. We are both under 14 so keep your heads out of the gutter.'
Underneath in what had to be Fred's writing, 'I expect you to properly suck him off then!'
Elanor's writing was under that 'Harry you know how to return the favor, don't disappoint her.'
Harry just shook his head and opened the door. Inside the room, it looked like a sylvan forest. There was a sun in the sky, a large rowan tree was providing shade over a grassy knoll with a thick blanket covering about 25 square feet, there was a foot high green table about 4 square feet. There was about 6 large pillows each about two feet wide, four feet long, and 8 inches thick. There was a large picnic basket off to the side. Harry wasn't sure which of the apprentices had helped Hermione prepare the illusions, but some favors were definitely owed.
Hermione was sitting in the center of the blanket. She was wearing a light blue short silk dressing robe over, well nothing. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail with a few wisps framing her face. She had someone help her with some light makeup. Not enough to be obvious, just enough to accentuate her natural features. She looked so lovely and magical. He thought she was absolutely beautiful.
Seeing him come in, she beckoned to him. As Harry approached the blanket, she removed her short robe and set it behind the basket. Hermione then smiled at Harry, "We are eating and celebrating our love under the trees, bare as Beloved Hekate intended." She held out a hand to him. "Join me, my love." She looked so beautiful there beckoning him.
Harry came to the edge, and removed his black silk short robe. He then went and sat in front of Hermione. Obviously, very interested in what he saw, since he had a full erection leading the way. She took a good look at his erection, and realized it was a sign her wizard wanted her. She smiled, as she was getting wet herself.
"I had the elves make all of your favorites." And Hermione started pulling out dishes, drinks, and set them on the small table next to them. Harry having waited enough, reached out and grabbed the back of her head hooking her pony tail in his hand and turned her head to him. He kissed her deeply with every fiber of his being. She had tensed up when he grabbed her pony tail, but relaxed when he began kissing her. She just moaned into it, "I want you so much, but can we eat first?" she plaintively begged.
Harry just laughed and let her go. Hermione took a fork of Treacle Tart and fed it to him. Harry ate it, not really paying attention to what she fed him. "Hey that's desert, it should be later." he exclaimed when he tasted the treacle tart.
Hermione replied eyes smoldering, "Treacle Tart isn't desert…I am." Harry had thought he could not get harder, but he was very wrong. He was now so hard it hurt. He looked really uncomfortable, and wasn't sure what to do about it. Harry hated that he didn't know what he should do now.
Harmonie seeing his distress put down the fork and plate. She quietly asked," Harry, what's wrong?"
Harry with a frustrated sigh, "I want you…but I am scared. I want…something to make this pressure go away. Honestly, I need to masturbate right now, or I am not going to be able to enjoy anything. My erection is that painful."
Hermione looked at his penis. It did look swollen and angry, weeping precum continuously. She shyly asked, "Can I do it?"
Looking confused, Harry was distracted by his discomfort, and hadn't fully realized what Hermione requested. Wait! Did she just ask to stroke him off? "Hermione…did you just ask to stroke me off?" Harry asked hopefully.
Hermione looking embarrassed and looked down, but she nodded shyly, "Yes…it would please me to help you." still looking down at his penis.
Harry, wanting this to work, as he had dreams about her hands on his dick, asked enthusiastically "OK…how should we do this?"
Hermione was gratified to hear his enthusiasm, but realized she didn't know how to do it. Going into research mode, she asked "Well, how do you usually do it?"
Harry, slightly embarrassed but with a secret hope Hermione would actually do this, explained "Either in the shower while standing, which tends to be rough and quick. Or, in bed thinking about you. I try to take my time then."
Hermione grinned hearing he masturbated to her. He had told her before, but she still liked to hear that he chose her for his fantasies. She was going to do it with him thinking of her. She then instructed, "Well how about you lie down like you do in bed. Close your eyes. Imagine what you want me to do to you, and then tell me to do to it. Instead of you stroking yourself imagining me do it. I really am going to do it." Hermione had read some books, so had some idea of what he might want, but she wanted him to ask her first. She wanted to know what he might have imagined her doing.
Harry turning red-faced imagining Hermione stroking and sucking on his penis. There was no way he would say that to her! It would scare her off! Harry then said, "I could never…"
Hermione reached up and cupped his face. "Harry, I can't imagine being unwilling to do anything…you imagine me doing. We can't have sex, but other than that, I want to please you. If you want my hands on you, ask." Hermione than paused and looked in Harry's eyes, "If you want my mouth on you, sucking on you, please ask me. Trust me to tell you if I'm not ready for something. Please, don't be embarrassed, and don't think I am going to think less of you. I want to pleasure you. I want you to make your dreams come true. Trusting me with your dreams will not scare me away, it will show me you trust me enough to stay. Even if I'm unable or unwilling to do it tonight, tell me what you want me to do, so someday I do grant your wish."
Harry, calmed down by her explanation, grabbed a couple of the pillows and created a back rest lying down, but propped up. He then grabbed his dick and slowly stroked it looking at Hermione. He then commanded "Come over here and stroke me like I am doing."
Hermione kneeled next to Harry and wrapped both hands around his penis. She then started stroking him slowly. Harry said, "Squeeze harder, you won't hurt me. Keep stroking up and down."
Hermione continued stroking him, entranced by the way the skin slid along the shaft. She made sure to brush her fingers over the meatus and glans of his penis, as she knew that was more sensitive. Harry was transfixed by the motion of her breasts as she moved her arms stroking him. Then he stared at her pussy, already swollen and wet with her slick. Eventually, Harry realized Hermione had asked him something, "I'm sorry what?" he asked.
Hermione just smiled, liking that she was making him scatterbrained while he stared at her body, but asked again, "Is there anything else you want me to do, to help?"
Harry looked down at her pussy, "We need lubrication" and he nodded down at her weeping sex. "Like that." While he continued to stare at her wet vulva.
Hermione glanced down and blushed, tensing up as she realized he was staring at her gaping and dripping sex. Then going for broke, Hermione forced herself to relax, and she wiped her hand up her vulva capturing a significant amount of slick and brought it to his penis, lubricating it. A few more wipes, and she has enough to thoroughly coat his penis. She then stroked him squeezing harder, and moving more aggressively. With the lubrication, Hermione was now able to squeeze up over the glans, on each stroke.
Harry groaned loudly "Oh Merlin, that's fantastic!" After a minute of this, "Oh! Oh! I'm coming! Ugg!" he exclaimed as he came harder than every before.
Hermione continued stroking him, as he came all over her hands. She remembered what Elanor had said to Harry about not stopping until asked to stop, and she continued. Shortly after Harry finishes spurting, he gently pulls her hands away, and explained "Too sensitive for now. Thanks! That was brilliant." While holding her hands, Harry pulled her to him and kissed her with both contentment and love.
Hermione remembering what she saw Harry do with her fluids, takes a covered hand and sniffs it, then tastes it. She has a puzzled look so licks up a large amount. "Not one of my favorite tastes, but it definitely tastes like you mixed with me, and is rapidly growing on me. I can definitely see trying this directly from the source to see what you taste like, without the extra seasoning." At that she saw Harry's penis twitch. "Oh, so you like that idea." She jokes.
Harry, relaxed as he realized the world isn't going to come crashing down, just because he wanted to have sex with Hermione. He admitted with a laugh, "Merlin Hermione, what boy doesn't want a beautiful girl sucking his cock? It has to be one of our most popular fantasies."
Hermione blushed again and gave him a vulnerable look, afraid of the answer, "You really think I'm beautiful?"
Harry exasperated, "Yes! For the hundredth time, I think you are gorgeous, and not just because you are sitting there bare, licking my come off your hands!"
Hermione with a teasing smile, "Well, now do you think you can enjoy dinner? I did enjoy my appetizer."
Harry making a decision, said commandingly "NO."
Hermione looked confused, and a little concerned, asked worriedly "What do you mean no?"
Harry, with an air of command in his voice, said "This all happened because of what you said. You told me 'you, were desert.' That spiraled me out of control, because I have tasted you, and could think of nothing else I want to eat more. I am not having you for dessert. I am having you for starters…NOW."
Hermione looked down, with a smile, and blushed to her tits…which Harry thought looked just fine, and said meekly "As my Lord Commands."
With a prank worthy grin, "You said the safe-words are active, yes?"
Hermione starting to worry about what will need safe-words, replied "Always, Harry"
Harry then answered, "Good" and he went over to the table and started putting the food and drinks away until the table was clear. Once clear, he said to Hermione, "I want you lying down with your arse at the edge of the table, facing up, legs widely spread." He then gave her a couple pillows for her head, put one under her arse, and a couple on each side of him where he put her legs. She was blushing fiercely with her sex on full display, spread wide for Harry. Harry then sat down right in front of her, between her legs.
Hermione, when Harry sat directly between her legs, panicked a bit and pulled her legs back together. Slap! Harry had slapped her clit! Not hard enough to hurt, but it startled her and with her clit so engorged and hypersensitive, she saw stars. Harry commanded, "I said spread your legs, Mine!" and Hermione slowly returned her legs to wide open with him between them. Looking down at Harry, hungrily staring directly at her exposed sex, "Oh Morgana, this is so embarrassing...but so HOT!"' she thought.
Harry then lightly slapped her across her vulva and clit again! It isn't quite painful, but the shocks it sends through her clit, shocks her to her core. Harry then growled, "Quiet Witch, I'm eating." And he took a big lick from the bottom of her vagina straight up and over her clit.
Hermione couldn't deal with the sensations, and started babbling. Harry ended up holding her legs down firmly to the sides as she soon lost the ability to lie still. "Delicious!" Harry exclaimed, and just continued licking and sucking all over. From her inner thighs, to her outer labia, and back. Eventually after cleaning up the juice on the surrounding structures, he goes to the source and attacks the inner labia and vagina, with an occasional swipe at the clit.
Finally, once he has licked his fill, Harry saw Hermione was almost mad, from being effectively edged all this time. Remembering his training, Harry wrapped his mouth around her clit and gently sucked. Hermione screamed "HARRY!" and came so hard she actually blacked out for a few seconds. Harry continued gently licking her clit, while she came back. She looked down to see Harry staring back in her eyes as he licked her.
At that point Harry stopped licking her, and moved up to give Hermione a very sweet kiss on the lips. She definitely tasted herself on him, but that just made it hotter. After kissing her, Harry said with emotion, "Thank you. I am enjoying myself very much. I hope you are too." With a pussy eating grin (literally), "I am ready for more standard fare now." and he helped a wobbly Hermione off the table. Harry was inordinately proud of himself that he 'ate' her so successfully, she was unable to stand. Hermione, sensing what he was thinking just grinned and slapped him in the chest.
Hermione stated embarrassingly, "Help me to sit down without hurting myself, my Lord." Harry then gently lowered her to the blanket next to him, and he replaced the food on the table while she looked at him with love.
They had a wonderful dinner. A veritable feast as the elves were very generous, knowing what this night meant for Harry too. Harry did enjoy the Treacle Tart for afters. Soon the food was done and Hermione cleared the dishes away, putting everything back in the basket and moving the basket off the blanket.
Harry just grabbed Hermione and lay down reclining on the pillows with her against him in the crook of his arm. She was almost purring as he gently ran his fingers up and down her spine as she lay with her breasts pressed against him, spread legs slowly grinding her slit into his thigh, while she gently ran her fingers up and down his penis. He was enjoying the feeling of just relaxing with his witch without a care in the world.
Hermione rotated her head up and looked Harry in the face. Harry was staring off into the distance with a gentle smile on his face. Hermione asked quietly, "Why the serious face? What are you thinking about?"
Harry looked down into Hermione's eyes and said, "I am imagining us in the future. In a similar pose after a good dinner and a delicious evening of love making. I am imagining our children down the hall, with another growing in your belly."
Hermione with sudden tears of joy in her eyes, exclaimed happily "It's a wonderful dream."
Harry looked away, and said sadly and quietly "So many things are in the way."
Hermione then angry, yanked his face back to look at her. She growled fiercely "We will let nothing, NOTHING! Come between us! Whatever it takes, we will have that family! I swear it!" And magic swirled around her.