Chapter 1: Get Your Mind Out of the Gutter
Harry let out a loud groan. Leaning back into the winged back chair, he desperately tried to stretch out some of the knots that had formed in the hours he's spent sitting still. It was Saturday and he came to the library today with the same mission he had every day: Find a bloody spell to beat a dragon. Thus far he'd only found a few new general defense spells and one charm that makes a person believe they're a dragon for a few hours. He did jot that one down for later. Could be useful for getting back at Ron for being an ass.
A pile of books slammed onto the table in front of him followed by a familiar bushy haired brunette in the chair across from him.
"The bottom two contain some interesting methods for creature containment using temporary wards schemes. Though I wouldn't suggest that as your plan A. It's a really complex topic, this one however is quite interesting. The author goes into detail about a certain practice used by Brazilian magi-zoologists. Essentially it involves a series of-" she chattered out speedily. Harry just smiled. He knew she was worried and was running herself ragged trying to help him come up with a plan for the first task. But even exhausted and stressed beyond belief, she still found ways to be fascinated about magic. She still had that same wonderment and passion for it that she found in their first year.
Ever since his name came out of the goblet a lot changed at Hogwarts. It was reminiscent to the infamous "Heir of Slytherin" debacle. Everywhere he went now, glares and whispers followed. Except this time there were the glares and whispers of one of his best friends as well. When Ron had turned on him with the rest of the school he thought himself lost. Abandoned. But the next day when he descended the stairs into the common room, there she was. Two pieces of toast in one hand and a book on magical contracts in the other. She greeted him with a smile and in that moment he felt a little bit of hope return to him.
Because if there was only one thing Harry believed in, he believed in her.
"-but combining an Ossification Curse with a runic array like that could lead to- Harrrrryyyyy. Pay attention! It's important we cover every option no matter how theoretical or down right impossible it might be. I- I don't want you to get hurt." she said mournfully.
Shaking his head, Harry reached forward and covered one of her hands with his own. "Hey I'm going to be fine yeah?" he claimed, even if he didn't believe it truthfully. "Besides, I've got THE Hermione Granger in my corner. There isn't a problem or puzzle out there she can't solve." He meant to move his hand from hers but stopped himself at the last second, deciding to just enjoy it for a few moments longer. She made no move to end their small contact either.
She smiled at him yet it didn't meet her eyes. Letting out a huff she laid her head down onto the table. Right on top of their joined hands.
"There's not much good I can do during the task though. Outside help is forbidden and measures will more than likely be put into place to prevent it." she mumbled, "If only there was a way I could be there with you. Even if I couldn't help with a wand I could at least help devise a plan based off what dragon it is. It almost be easier to-" she stopped abruptly, lifting her head from the table in a flash. He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Be easier to do what 'Mione?" he questioned.
"There's a spell, well not really a spell more of a ritual but with a little twist of charms added to it. We learned all about it in Ancient Runes last year. At least a basic version of it anyway, but it was an interesting topic so I decided to research its more advanced forms. Interestingly enough though the basic version is the most powerful one compared to the advanced ones. A famous runes scholar, Albatrius Bowlin, theorized it could be due to the Gaelic rune set utilized-"
"'MIONE!" the girl stopped her rant at the shout. "Just tell me what the spell does." Harry said calmly after a moment, leveling her with an awaiting gaze.
Taking a breath the bookworm said, "It lets two people communicate telepathically in a sense. Temporarily at least. I'd be able to give you more information from the stands and you would hear it as if I were right beside you."
Harry let out a soft gasp, "Hermione Granger, helping someone cheat. What has the world come to?" he said morosely. The slap to his arm that followed only made him crack a wide smirk at the brunette. "What do we need to do?" he asked still somewhat laughing.
"I don't know Harry. I've never attempted an actual ritual before and this one could potentially be dangerous if not done perfectly."
Harry sobered from his mirth quickly and made to reassure her, "Hey, I trust you yeah? 'Sides maybe if I'm too banged up from a botched ritual they'll get someone else to compete. I think I heard Ron muttering yesterday about how he'd be a better champion anyhow."
Rolling her eyes the girl responded, "Just meet me after dinner on the 3rd floor, in the old transfiguration classroom." She stood and gave him one last look, "And bring the cloak and map too. It'll take awhile and we don't want to run into any prefects on our way back." He grinned before calling after her, "Now she's talking about breaking school rules too! Oh the humanity!"
If she shaking of her head was any indication, his last joke was met with a similar tolerance as his first.
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Dinner was served and yet Harry did not enjoy it from the great hall. These days he spent many of his meals secluded in the kitchens when possible. The house elves didn't mind and Dobby took great pleasure in serving him food personally despite the teens protests.
After he ate his fill, the boy who lived donned his cloak and began making his way to the 3rd floor. Curfew wasn't for another few hours but since he needed to pass by the Hufflepuff dorms on his way out the dungeon, he figured it was a safer bet to be out of sight at the moment. Many of the 'puffs had taken offense to his announcement as Champion, feeling as if he was trying to steal Cedric's glory. It had gotten better, especially after he tipped the older boy off about the dragons, but only marginally.
Ascending the final steps to the third floor (after he had to circle back twice thanks to some inconvenient steps changing positions) he took out the Marauders Map from his pocket. Checking to ensure no one else was around and that Hermione was indeed inside the classroom up ahead, he cleared the map once more and made his way to the door. Knocking once, it was soon flung open by the aforementioned girl.
She glanced around once before whispering out his name. He responded in kind by quickly removing the cloak, becoming visible before her eyes. The brunette let out a small sigh of relief before waving him in.
"I've got most of the preparations complete. We only need a couple more things before we can begin", she said leading him into the old classroom. The center of the room had been cleared with the old double desks shoved to the side haphazardly. The area around the center had also been cleaned as it was the only part of the room without a decently sized layer of dust and grime. Hermione lead him to the outer ring of a chalk drawn circle with two diamonds inside of it, drawn on opposite sides. The diamond shape met in the middle where a large symbol he didn't recognize joined them together. On the outer side of each of the remaining points were more symbols. These however had certain items lying atop them.
Seeing him glance at the ingredients on display, Hermione raised her hand and pointed an each one by one.
"Fern for magic and bonds, Edelweiss for Courage and Loyalty, and finally Hippogriff feather." she listed out.
Raising an eyebrow in confusion Harry questioned, "Hippogriff feather?"
"The spell requires evidence of challenge overcame by both participants. Our fight to save Sirius seemed like a good selection. Plus, I sort of kept a few of Buckbeak's feather anyway. As a memento.", she stated shyly.
"We were pretty wicked that night," he grinned, "What else do we need then? For the ritual."
"Just a bit of blood from both of us and…"
Seeing her dip her head down after she trailed off he grew concerned. The concern turned to confusion however when he caught a glimpse of her red face. "What is it?" he asked. She brought her head up but her eyes remained downward. Now with a full view of her face he was able to see the bright blush she had trailing down her face.
"In order to get the best results I decided to use the…matrimonial version of this. It should only last until the day after the first task so It was made for a couple's wedding night where their connection could grow even stronger during the…intimate parts."
"Oh" Harry stated eloquently, "So we have to…"
"NO!" the girl shouted before pulling back. "No the ritual is just to make that part er- better? To perform it we only need to remove our clothing. The text says that we have to bare ourselves as 'No marriage should begin with secrets or guises.' Essentially we can't hide from each other, metaphorically."
Harry nodded in understanding, though he tried to ignore the small disappointment he felt at the explanation. He'd been fighting a crush on the girl for the better part of a year now. Could you blame him? The girl was his best friend and had quite literally saved his life time and time again, how could he not develop any feelings? The fact that his teenage brain had very quickly started to notice how good her bum looked in her favorite pair of jeans had a little to do with it as well. Not that he would admit it.
He supposed it was for the best. Even if Hermione returned his feelings, having a shag just for ritualistic purposes probably wasn't her idea of an ideal first time. He was sure she didn't return them anyway. He never made it obvious anyhow. Always took a step back and tried to hold her a bit at arms length. Though these last few weeks had crumbled his resolve a little. She was his only source of light right now. With the whole school labeling him an outcast once again, he only had her to turn to for any sort of comfort and she never complained or turned him away. Without her, he would've probably ran for the hills long ago. Though even with their newfound closeness he knew it could go no further. His life was hell and he refused to drag her down any further than he had. Images of her petrified body from 2nd year still haunted his dreams some nights. No, he would keep her safe even if it meant letting her go.
"If you are uncomfortable with it we can try another version tomorrow." she said, breaking him from his thoughts. She was nervous he concluded. Gazing at her he could see all the signs. She was absentmindedly running a strand of her hair between her hands. Her lips were pursed and she wouldn't quite meet his eyes either.
"No it's okay I trust you 'Mione. If you say this is our best bet then I'm definitely not going to argue.", feeling a bit brave at the moment he added on, "Plus what kinda of idiot would dare turn down the chance to see a pretty girl naked."
She glared at him halfheartedly and slapped him on the arm once more, though there was hardly any strength behind it. Closing her eyes she sighed before nodding her head.
"Okay, then let's get started. No sense in wasting time right? Though could you maybe turn around while I get undressed?"
Nodding his head at her request he turned around swiftly and began undressing himself as well. Layer by layer he took off before he was just in his boxers. The act suddenly felt a lot more real to the wizard and he couldn't quite manage to fight the blush from rising to his cheeks. Taking a moment to mentally psych himself up, the teen quickly pulled down the thin material and was greeted by a sudden cool draft. He deposited his clothes to the side before standing back up and waiting.
"You can turn around now Harry." the voice of his best friend sounded seconds after he finished undressing.
Turning slowly, the teen was greeted by a most heavenly sight. Hermione stood not five feet away, her body bare to the world. His eyes, with a mind of their own, traveled down her body. Taking in the sight of her firm and perky breasts. She was no Susan Bones, but damn anyone who would dare call her flat-chested. Her tits were capped off by pale pointed nipples atop quarter sized areola. His eyes moved south roaming over her taut stomach and ending at the junction between her thighs. Her legs were crossed covering the sight of her virgin cunt. However, Harry was still able to see a small strip of hair trailing up from her crotch, settled nicely between her wide hips. It was not long before Harry could feel the blood in his body rushing south very very quickly.
Realizing what he was doing, he swiftly brought his eyes back up to her face, preparing himself for a telling off. However, when his gaze met her face he quickly realized her eyes were traveling across his body too. He saw her bite her bottom lip quickly, while her hands raked through the same strand of hair earlier at a faster pace. She too seemed to realize that she was molesting her best friend with her eyes and she quickly snapped them back up to his face. Realizing she had been caught she averted her gaze to the side while her face burned bright red.
"Ahem…um sh-shall we get started?" she asked, still refusing to look at him.
He couldn't help the smug feeling from invading the back of his mind. He wasn't the bulkiest guy in the school, but his body was somewhat toned from the years of rigorous quidditch practice. That and his size wasn't anything to scoff at either. He turned to the circle before looking back over at her. His traitorous eyes dashing back to her body for another glimpse before he could stop them. "Er- what exactly do we need to do? You haven't really explained that part yet."
"Oh!", she exclaimed, "Right, yes. We'll each need to kneel down in the diamonds opposite each other. I'll the cast the spell and at its clima- I mean ending! At its ending we both pour a drop of our blood onto the joining ruin."
Humming with confirmation, Harry stepped forward and knelt on the diamond to his left. He looked up at the still standing brunette with an expectant look on his face. She snapped out of her thoughts quickly enough before she looked down at his kneeling form waiting for her. She quickly moved over to the diamond opposite of him and knelt down. He simply gave her his best relaxing smile and she matched it sheepishly. She reached over to side, grabbing a small bag he hadn't seen before. From the bag she produced two small potion knives. Nothing fancy, with a similar design to that of a knife one would find in a kitchen. She passed one over to him before explaining, "We can't use our wands to cut ourselves for the blood sacrifice. Any magic not specifically used for the ritual could change the outcome vastly." Nodding in understanding he took the blade from her.
"Now, I'll start the spell. Only present the blood right before the spell ends. I'll let you know just in case."
The girl took a few calming breaths before raising her want and moving it in a slow clockwise motion.
"Amor aeternus, ama rectum. Da nobis tuae lucis anctae donum!", she chanted, repeating the sentence again and again. With each rotation of her wand a golden light seemed to grow brighter and brighter. On her seventh chant the ingredients surrounding them suddenly burst alight with flames.
"Now Harry!", she exclaimed quickly cutting a small strip on her index finger. Harry quickly followed suit, fumbling with the knife for half a second. He raised his hand up to the middle with hers before a single drop from both their wounds dripped down onto the rune below. When the drops met the floor the rune began shining the same bright gold before quickly spreading to encompass the whole ritual circle itself. Suddenly two steams of light shot out from the center ruin and hit both teens in the chest. Harry flinched slightly expecting pain but it never came. He was instead enveloped in a warm feeling and the air around him filled with a pleasant aroma. It smelled of citrus and old books, of pine needles and fresh linen.
It was the scent of Hermione.
He looked at her now, their gazes met and bright smiles etched across both their faces. They felt each other in that moment, their minds brushing against each other sweetly. They felt safe. They felt peace.
The moment was not to last however. In that instance the ritual circle around them began to flicker. The golden light that had surrounded them before dying slowly. Hermione looked around in distress with fear in her eyes. Suddenly the circle went dark and all was quiet.
Harry looked around with confusion before turning to address the girl, "I don't understand. What happ-". The light returned with a flash. The intensity blinding the two teens. An unseen force came with it and threw them both back, ears ringing from the pressure. And just like that the room went quiet once more, the air only filled with the smoke of the burned ingredients.
If Hermione had had a bit more time researching the ritual and a couple more years into her Ancient Runes and Arithmancy studies, she would have realized that the ritual required only the power of the caster to work and any outside magic would overload her schema. Normally this was of no consequence. The magic found in nature or even in magical homes would be negligible at best to the ritual. It wouldn't have even considered it as an alternative fuel so to say. Yet the magic of Hogwarts was different. The castle was filled to the brim with magic. After over a thousand years of playing host to hundreds of witches and wizards at a time, the castle was saturated in wonderful and bright magic. Magic such as this and in such large quantities could not be ignored. And so when Hermione initiated the spell, the ritual quickly grabbed onto the very magic in the air and fed. It did not take long before the schema couldn't keep up with the torrential flow of powerful magic.
Harry sat up disoriented. His head felt like it had been split in two and a few new bruises had formed very quickly. A soft groan emanated from across the room before the telltale voice of his friend filled his ears.
'I don't understand what went wrong'
"Me neither but it bloody hurt whatever it was.", he responded wincing at the sound of his own voice.
'Harry?' "Harry?", Hermione called out, sounding as if she was in an echoey hall.
'Weird' he thought before responding. "I'm over here. Are you alright?", he said. 'Please be don't be hurt'. A soft beat of silence passed before she sounded out a response. "I'm okay, promise." 'I wonder…'
"Wonder what?" he responded, standing up quickly before adjusting the glasses on his face. He hoped they weren't broken…again. 'Are your glasses okay?' Hermione's voice sounded in his ears. He turned to where he thought she was, finding her looking down at the now scorched circle.
"Yeah they're fine mostly. Good thing to cau-", he stopped suddenly. He hadn't said anything about his glasses out loud. Merely in his head. "Wait if you heard that then that means…"
Hermione looked up at with a wide smile, her voice filtered in once more yet her lips stayed still. 'It means it worked!' she mentally exclaimed. Harry's face matched her grim before concentrating, 'Test test, can you hear me?'
The girl let out a soft laugh before nodding 'He's so cute when he's excited like that.' "Yes Harry, I can hear you.", she said.
Grinning at the unexpected compliment he returned back a cheeky reply, 'I'll have you know I'm always cute madame and to assume otherwise is quite rude.' The small blush on her face made him laugh quickly but he missed the look of confusion that then covered her features. Shaking her head she stood. "Come on we can play around with this later. We need to get back to the common room before anyone notices we're gone."
She walked over to her pile of clothes. Harry fought a valiant fight but in the end his eyes followed the round bum of the brunette as she bent over to pick them up. With the new view Harry was finally able to catch a full glimpse of her lovely pink pussy. Oh how he would love to play with that pretty ass instead. Mesmerized by the sight of her virgin cunt and full round globes, he didn't see the girl tense up suddenly. He finally snapped out of his mind locked state when she tarted to stand up slowly, the clothing on the ground forgotten.
She turned towards him, the small blush from before had morphed to cover her entire face. "W-what did you just say?" she asked hesitantly.
Confused, he just shook his head. "Nothing. Why what's wrong?"
"I think-," 'No surely not' "I'm not sure, but did you mean for me to hear about your thoughts concerning my- uh- nether regions?", the girl asked.
Horrified the teen started to splutter in embarrassment. 'Fuck, oh god she's gonna hate me' "Hermione I am so sorry! I didn't mean to project that to you!" 'She probably thinks I'm a creep now'
Shaking her head the girl stepped forward and placed her hand upon his arm comfortingly. "No Harry it's okay, I promise. We don't quite know how this new power works, which is why I did it so soon. So that we could practice and train with it.", she reassured, before she realized how close their naked bodies were to each other. Her eyes flickered down his body quickly enough that the boy didn't even see it. In that moment she was able to take in the sight of his inflated length up close. 'Oh my, it's so…big' she thought sultrily. She idly wondered how it would feel in her hands.
A soft gasp from the boy in front of her made her eyes snap back to his face.
"You didn't mean for me to hear that either did you?", he asked. Hermione's eyes widened as she finally understood what was happening.
"Oh god Harry, the spell didn't work! It went wrong very wrong! Now instead of just sending the thoughts we want to each other, we're-"
"Sending all of our thoughts, yeah. I heard you figure it out in your head before you said it." he finished softly.
"I'll figure this out Harry, I promise! There has to be some way to reverse it or at least control it to some degree." she muttered starting to pace back and forth thinking. It was a weird feeling for him. He finally got to experience what it was like inside Hermione's mind, literally. A million thoughts raced all around him, echoing out in the girls voice as she ran through several theories simultaneously. It was a bit jarring to say the least but more so, it gave Harry a new appreciation for the girl. He watched on as, experiencing her mind and feeling her walk herself through the scenarios at the same time. Clothes or no, in that moment Harry couldn't believe the absolute beauty of the girl he loved.
'Do you mean it?' her voice drifted into his head. All the others had stopped abruptly at that moment as well, and the girl now stood still, staring back into his eyes. His heart began to race. His mind had began to wander while watching her and he had accidentally admitted the one secret that he had kept for over a year now.
"Hermione I-" the boy who lived began.
"No Harry, don't try and give me an excuse. I can hear you trying to come up with one. Answer me truthfully: do you mean it?" she said fiercely, walking back up to him and poking a finger into his chest.
'Yes.' "Yes" the boy echoed back twice. She nodded once, lips pursed before suddenly her hands grabbed either side of his face and claimed his lips with hers. His mind short circuited for a moment before he responded in kind. The feeling was exhilarating. He knew snogging Hermione would be an enjoyable feeling, but now, with their minds practically as one it was heavenly. Her presence was all around him, filling his mind with not just her thoughts but her very being itself. Their mouths melded against each other, clinging desperately as if it was their last moment together ever. Neither wanted it to end but the need for air separated them in the end.
Harry looked down at the witch in his arms. He faced flushed and chest rising and falling rapidly. She had tears in her eyes and the smile on her face widened before he heard the words in her mind that made his heart soar.
'I love you too'
That was all it took for him to capture her lips once again hungrily. She responded in kind and their dance began again. It wasn't long however before both sets of hands began to wander. It started off innocent enough. Harry began to rub up and down her back lovingly while Hermione rested her hands upon his chest. Yet on one pass, his hands dipped too low and passed over the top of her beautiful bum. She gasped softly at this contact and he heard her voice quietly filter in among the haze of her presence, 'Keep going'. Not needing to be told twice the teen continued southward until his hands wrapped around the two full globes. He sunk them in deeper, kneading the soft cheeks with his hands.
A groan left the girls lips and her own hands continued southward. She raked her nails down his abdomen sending shivers up the black haired teens spine. Further down they went before finally the girl fulfilled her early wish and held his hardened cock in her hands.
A brief thought flashed through both their minds and neither knew who it had come from. 'We should probably stop' it said yet both seemingly ignored it quickly. Under normal circumstances, the two were level headed enough to push aside teenage hormones and think logically. They would have stopped there with both thinking they were not ready yet. However, these were not normal circumstances. Both of them were quite literally drunk off the other's mere presence. It filled their entire mind and delved deep into their hearts. It drug them down deeper into the other's soul and nothing could part them at that moment.
So when Hermione grasped his thick shaft with her slender hands, they both gasped out, one from pleasure and the other in arousal. Their eyes met and there was no hesitation, no apprehension, just love and more than a little bit of lust.
Tightening her grip Hermione started to stroke him slowly, taking his lips with hers once more. Harry groaned into her mouth, the small motions sending waves of pleasure through him. He ceased his ministrations on her bum and snaked his hands around her body, latching onto one of her perky tits with one hand while the other made its way down to her moist slit. Hermione released her own moan at the contact, the callouses of his hand brushing against her nipple making it harden under his palm. The feeling of his fingers exploring her snatch was even better, making her cunt wetter with every second. Suddenly his fingers found the small nub between the top her lips and flicked over it gently. That single touch caused the girl to throw her head back in a low throaty groan with a sharp pulse of pleasure shooting up her core.
Harry took this chance to latch onto her neck, sucking lightly on her pulse while he focused his attention on her clit, causing the girl to release his cock and hold onto his shoulders for support.
"K-keep go-going!" the girl exclaimed around quick gasps of ecstasy, her legs feeling weak, 'Please never stop' her voice echoed inside his head almost begging. The messy haired teen continued his ministrations with renewed vigor. He moved his hand down further, sliding his middle two digits into her hot wet cunt. He began rocking his hand back in forth, pumping his fingers in and out of the soaked tunnel while grinding his palm against the witch's quivering clit. The girl wrapped around him tighter at this, flinging her arms desperately around his neck. Her chest fluttered quickly against his, mashing her breasts tightly against him.
The bushy haired girl began to jerk wildly with each pass of his hand. Hearing her breath become even more ragged and her thoughts become in comprehensive with each passing second, Harry could certainly guess what was abut to happen. Deciding to cheat a little, he brought his other hand back up, wedging its way between them before claiming her breast once more. He massaged the ball of flesh for a few seconds before moving his fingers to her hardened nipple and pinching it between his digits. Just as he had done that, his hand pumping into her sopping wet pussy made another pass into her depths, causing his palm to grind hard against her clit. This combination proved too much for the girl and cause the ball of heat that had been building quickly in her core to come undone instantaneously.
She desperately grasped his face and mashed her lips against his, screaming out her moan into his mouth, her orgasm short circuiting her mind making her just want to cling to him in any way. Her arms had flung back around him and she raked her nails down his back gouging bright red scratches down his spine. Harry kissed her back just as fiercely, continuing to pump in and out of her sweet cunt as more and more of her juices spilled out.
It soon became too much for the girl and she desperately pushed his hand away from her pussy. Legs daring to buckle underneath her, Harry had to reach his hands under her full bum to support her.
They pressed their foreheads against each other. Hermione gulping down huge breaths of air for her burning lungs. They stood their content for a few minutes, both enjoying the feeling of the other close. Finally Hermione spoke.
"That was…" 'amazing, astounding, mind shattering' "…guhhh." the girl trailed off, her mind still having trouble functioning.
Harry chuckled at her outward incoherence and mental rant and just kissed her forehead quickly. The girl smiled at the act before frowning. She could still feel his warm shaft pressed against her thigh and when she looked down between them she saw he was still impossibly hard. Feeling guilty, she realized she had stopped her own ministrations on him when his own hands gave her such glorious pleasure.
Harry dragged her chin up awards with his hand, turning her gaze to him smiling face. Through their link she felt and heard his understanding. He didn't expect anything from her, and in fact quite enjoyed himself while brining her to a writhing mess in his arms.
She smiled back at him before a scowl marred her features. Before he could read her intentions through their bond, the brunette quickly dropped to her knees in front of him. Coming face to face with his big cock she felt a flash of intimidation pass through her before shaking her head and grabbing the shaft in her hands.
Harry watched in rapt fascination as the sexy bookworm leaned forward and wrapped the lips around his engorged head. The feeling was even better than her hands and she sank her hot mouth further onto his cock. With her inexperience, the girl accidentally forced her self too far down his shaft. The head hitting the back of her throat caused her to gag loudly and sling herself off the meaty pole. She coughed loudly and had to support herself on his thighs. Sensing thoughts of concern from them the girl quickly shook her head with a few more small coughs before bringing her lips back to his tip.
Harry watched her swallow his cock once more, this time only taking the top half of him into her mouth while she stroke the bottom half with her hand. She bobbed along the top of his cocked quickly, using her tongue to brush against the sensitive glans of his tip. Shocks of electricity went up his spine from the feeling and he quickly found himself groaning loudly in pleasure. Still he watched the girl. Faster and faster she went, frantically sucking his cock like her life depended on it, her hand working furiously in tandem with her lips. He guessed she felt determined to make up for her failed first attempt at deepthroating him and wanted to instead have him erupt into her mouth as quickly as possible.
She would soon get her wish as Harry, between the waves of pleasure, felt a pressure building in base of his cock. He gasped out a warning to the girl, "'Mione I-I'm, oh fuck, I'm c-close!".
This seemed to spur the girl on as she worked even faster, hollowing out her cheeks every time she drug her mouth back across his cock creating a vacuum. The girl even brought her other hand up and massaged his swollen balls. The teen didn't last much longer and with a furious moan he erupted into the girls mouth. Jets of cum coated the girls throat. She struggled to swallow it all and a few little dribbles managed to escape, leaking out the corners of her mouth. Finally after the last streams of cum had leaked out, Hermione gave one last long suck to his deflating shaft before swallowing the remains of his seed loudly. Smiling up at him with a coy grin she leaned forward one last time before giving the tip one last kiss.
"I am so bloody glad you found that spell." Harry breathed out deeply.
The girls bright laughter was his only response.
chapter 2: Dragons Are Horrible Conversationalists
In the week that followed Harry and Hermione tested their new power as best they could. With the first task on the horizon they found it imperative to find out all they could on it, which in all honesty wasn't very much.
There didn't seem to be any limit to it distance wise. At first they tried it from separate parts of the castle. Then Harry went all the way down to the green houses while Hermione climbed up to the Astronomy tower. Both with no real effect. The only difference they found was that the thoughts they could hear seemed to be fuzzier when they were out of each other's sight but even then only slightly. The decided to call that part of their testing quits when Harry snuck into Hogsmeade one night while Hermione stayed in the Gryffindor dorms with no real difference in their communication.
They moved on to trying to control what thoughts could be heard and what couldn't. While they had nothing to hide from each other, hearing a constant stream of the other's thoughts became quite disorientating at times. Though, that did not stop Harry from sending over thoughts of their night together just to see Hermione squirm and blush heavily in class. If the times Hermione had dragged him into the nearest broom closets or empty classrooms were any indication, she didn't mind all that much.
They trained their connection every day, despite the absence of any breakthroughs, if only for the assurance that their connection wouldn't suddenly fail while facing against the dragon. Regular magic and spells weren't forgotten however, with Hermione drilling him with spells new defense spells and charms that she had found in the library.
This is where Harry found himself now, falling to the floor of the Room of Requirement in exhaustion after practicing chaining different spells together for hours. The wall opposite him was scorched from his wand work, with a few deep gouges that he was particularly proud of.
This was the last night he had to train, with the first task to take place the very next morning. Hermione had urged him to take. it easy but his mind would not. This room was a boon to them, with the ability to be almost anything they wanted and he made sure they had taken advantage of it to its fullest to prepare.
*Flashback*
It had been a few days since the ritual and Harry and Hermione were currently making their way down toward the kitchens for dinner. The couple had no wish to be around other people at the moment as most still had nothing better to do that glare at the black haired teen and flash Draco's putrid "Potter Stink's" badges at him.
Harry had tried to tell Hermione he was fine to eat alone and that he did not wish to take her from the company of their classmates in the great hall but it fell on deaf ears. The witch could hear the his warring emotions within his head, especially after the taunts from Malfoy earlier that caused his blood to boil. If Professor Moody hadn't intervened with his humorous display of transfiguration, Harry likely would have gotten several detentions from cursing the now dubbed ferret into a coma.
Though thankfully the paranoid professor did intervene, and since then Hermione had been glued to Harry's hip, sending over soothing words every time she sensed his emotions turn sour.
The duo continued to walk until they finally found themselves at the kitchen entrance. Tickling the pair until the door knob appeared, Harry held open the door for the girl to enter. They were greeted with the familiar sight of house elves running around busing themselves with the dinner preparations. Harry heard the huff from the girl beside him and winced at the sudden influx of disapproval he felt from the brunette.
She was still actively researching for ways to help better the house elf lives ever since witnessing the treatment of Winky first hand. The aforementioned house elf was currently passed out in the far corner of the room with a concerning amount of butterbeer bottles strewn out around her. He sent a nudge over their link, one of the few things they found out how to do in the last few days, trying to lightly inform her of the discomfort the intensity of her thoughts brought him. He felt a flash of sympathy and guilt from her before her mind shifted to other topics. One of which was their bond itself.
They had learned relatively little from their testing and that was in due part because they simply did not have anywhere in the castle to test. Strictly speaking, it was against the rules for student to occupy any unused classrooms or storage areas without permission. The risk of being caught by a wayward prefect or teacher simply too high for continual use and what time they did spend in one they usually spent training spell work (the various snog sessions between classes didn't count). Harry sent over a small pulse of understanding before sighing himself. Sitting down at one of the back tables he spoke, "I know 'Mione, but we'll just have to make do. Not like there's any where else where we can research and train away from prying eyes. Unless you fancy a slide down to the Chamber of Secrets of course. The girl grimaced at that, knowing full well the unpleasant state that Salazar's old hideout was currently in thanks to Harry and Ron's retelling of it.
Suddenly a squeaky voice piped up from beside them, "Dobby knows Great Harry Potter Sir!" the excitable little elf proclaimed, quickly placing a giant platter oof sandwiches in front of the teens. He was dressed up in an oversized muggle football shirt with the words MANCHESTER UNITED emblazoned across the top. Harry shook his head, deciding not to even bother asking where he got such a garment.
"You know a place we can use Dobby?", Hermione questioned.
The elf bounced from foot to foot, his brightly colored mismatched socks giving Harry a head ache. "Yes Miss Hermy! Hogwarts elves calls it the Come & Go Room but Dobby hears ghosties call it the Room of Requirement!" he squeaked.
Hermione quickly grilled the elf for details about the rooms location. Dobby answered everything with great excitement, happy to help Harry Potter and his friends. In thanks Hermione quickly reached into her bag and handed the elf a deep maroon scarf, hand knitted by the girl herself. Standing abruptly she grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him from the kitchens, their dinner all but forgotten.
Struggling to keep up with the excited bookworm, Harry spied a familiar cabinet in the corridor they were running through. Pulling them to a stop, Harry quickly passed along his intentions to the girl mentally. He strode over to the cabinet and knocked seven times before swinging the doors open and pulling the girl through with him. She looked around in wonder for a moment as they were suddenly on the 7th floor of the castle, though she pointedly ignored the smug mental messages coming from the green eyed boy next to her.
Finding their way to the tapestry Dobby described, Hermione did as he instructed and paced across the blank stretch of wall opposite of the dancing trolls. Before their eyes an intricate wooden door appeared. Pulling it open, they were met with a large room with a fireplace, sofa set, and bed inside. Harry raised his eyebrow at the girl, pointing a look at the bed before she surprised him with a smirk and walked towards it with an exaggerated swing of her hips.
'You're gonna be the bloody death of me', the teen thought. From the tinkling laugh that sounded from the sexy witch, he summarized she heard that
*End of Flashback*
'Are you just gonna lay there all night?', the very girl he'd been thinking about voice filtered in. He gave a whining groan before sitting up stretching his sore muscles, catching sight of her sitting in her plush chair by the fire, both of which the room conjured. She sat with her legs pulled up to her chest and book on Occlumency in her hands, clad in only pajama bottoms and one of Harry's t-shirts that weren't a Dudley hand-me-down. Neither teen had heard of the obscure branch of magic before, though from what their research told them it was a fairly difficult branch of magic to begin with. They had quite literally stumbled upon this one evening after testing the rooms full capabilities. After trying various forms, Hermione had decided to try something fairly obscure and asked for a room which would help them train with their newfound connection. The result was a completely bare room except for a single book upon a simple wooden podium. That said book was currently in the hands of the intelligent witch.
Harry approached her, leaning on the arm of the chair while peering over her shoulder. He had tried his best to help her make heads or tails of the complex text yet he could barely understand the foreword.
"No, I haven't found anything useful yet. Beyond 'clearing your mind' the author doesn't give any other damn instructions on how to actually perform the art.", she exclaimed heatedly, answering Harry's unasked question. The boy who lived sighed internally. She was exhausted. After pouring over the same book multiple times with no further progress being made the girls patience was beyond frayed yet she never let up. It was one of the many things that he both loved about her and made him worry.
Taking the book from her hands with barely a fight, Harry proceeded to pick her up bridal style from the chair. She leaned her head tiredly against his chest and he placed her gently upon the bed he had the room conjure moments ago. After striping down to his boxers he climbed in as well with the girl quickly curling into his side.
They didn't sleep in the Room of Requirement often as they didn't wish to bring down too much suspicion from their dorm mates. Yet tonight was one of the few exceptions. With the fear of what might happen tomorrow, both teens wished for the comfort of the other.
Harry wrapped an arm around the girl and pulled her even closer. He absentmindedly played with strands of her hair for a while, deep in thought. He was sure the girl heard his mental turmoil as he was aware of hers rushing through her mind as well. For the most part they were able to tune out the others thoughts, similar to how one would in a room with other people talking. But it would never be truly quiet for either as even their dreams were open to the other if the night Hermione awoke screaming to visions of an irate Vernon Dursley was anything to go by. Harry had felt exceptionally guilty about that and hated that he was forcing his chilling nightmares upon her. Yet she quickly reassured him each time he tried to apologize, stating that she just wish she had known how bad they were sooner so she could've comforted him during the bad nights. He fell a little more in love with her after that.
"I don't care about the task, I don't care about you winning or even qualifying, just please Harry. Please just make it out alive", the girl pleaded, her voice breaking through their mutual silence. He looked down upon her face and found her eyes full of unshed tears. Not saying a word the black haired teen simply leaned down and captured her lips with his. Like always her presence filled him, warming his heart with her own inner song. They lay for a while, sharing soft kisses with each other trying to ward away the dark thoughts.
Out of desperation or excitement, neither knew, but soon the kisses turned heated. Their tongues slipping past each other's lips, fighting for dominance. Neither won or loss and they were decidedly content with that. Hermione shifted before long and came to sit atop of him. Her shapely bum trapping his clothed cock between her cheeks. She stared into his eyes and pressed all her wants and intentions into his mind. His eyes widened at what he heard. They had enjoyed each other's body's yes, but had never truthfully dived fully over the edge. While they were happy to give and receive pleasure from the other's hands or mouth, they had yet to make love. However, tonight it seemed, would be that night.
Rather than answer verbally, Harry simply sat up catching the edges of the girls shirt with his hands and pulled upwards. Her braless tits bounced out, on display for him to see. Hermione giggled at his staring, the boy always having the same reaction when her girls came out to play. She squeezed them together with the sides of her arms, pushing them out closer to the teens face. Not needing any other prompting, Harry surged forward and captured one of her hardening nipples in his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the hard point while using his hand to tweak its twin, the groans and moans from the girl urging him on.
Hermione let him continue attacking her ample chest for a few minutes, enjoying his ministrations. She soon grew impatient however and began to grind herself upon the hardened length in his boxers. Her thin panties and pajama bottoms became damp with her arousal, the sensations driving her mad.
'P-please' her mind screamed at him. She couldn't conjure the words, too drunk on him and the sensations she felt.
Harry gave into her mental pleading, rolling them over where he was nestled on top between her legs. Sitting up onto his knees, he pulled away her sleep pants and knickers in a quick sweep. Despite his haste, Hermione felt it too slow and desperately tried to pry his boxers down as well with a whine. He gave in quickly to her request and shuffled about the bed until he was able to remove the offending material. Now fully bare once more to each other they drunk in the sight.
Harry snapped out of his admiration first and positioned himself at the girls slick entrance. He rubbed the tip of his hardened length between her folds in fascination, his mind alight with excitement. Looking up into his lover's eyes he waited for her permission, which was given with a smile and nod of her head, before he slowly began to sink into her.
It was a feeling like nothing else, the sheer heat and tightness of the girls cunt threatening to drive the green eyed teen mad. It took all his will power not to begin hammering into her like a rutting beast. His resolved held fortunately, and he slowly begin to sink into her little by little. After, what felt like years to him, he finally bottomed out inside her. He held himself there for a moment keeping an eye on the brunettes face. Her eyes were closed and her chest heaved with fluttered breaths. He could feel her own wonderment at the sensations and discomfort at the pain his large girth caused.
Finally the girl opened her deep brown eyes, and nodded. He began slowly, lazily pumping in and out of her tight pussy with short pumps. Each push back into her wet folds causing the girl to gasp, as the pain finally began to subside, replaced with the sweet sweet pleasure she desired.
Quickly wrapping her legs around the boys waist she let her intentions know to him. "F-faster" 'Harder' she gasped.
Needing no further prompting, Harry began to pick up the pace. He pulled out of her drenched snatch until only the tip remained before slamming back into her. Hermione cried out in ecstasy at the feeling, his thick cock feeling like it was splitting her in two. The slaps and squelches of their lovemaking in tune with her loud moans. His hips hammered into her like a machine while his pistoning wood reshaped her womanhood.
Hermione's moans grew louder with each thrust and the ball of heat growing in her core. "Oh god! D-don't you dare s-stop!" she cried. Harry grunted in response, the moans of the girl stirring him on. Her tight walls clamped his cock like a vice and the sheer tightness of the girl daring to make him erupt early. Needing more leverage, he pulled himself up to his knees once more and pushed the girls raised legs downwards, holding onto her creamy thighs for support.
The girls eyes bulged at this new position. Essentially folded in half, the girls cunt was pushed upwards slightly causing the tip of her lover's hammering cock to slam into a rough bundle of nerves within her formally virgin cunt. She grasped the sheets hard, the repeated hammering of her new found g-spot causing her eyes roll to the back of her head before her body suddenly jerked hard and she came with loud scream of pleasure.
Harry's cock was sprayed with her juices, coating him in the heavy scent of her arousal.
The fluttering of her walls from her intense orgasm was his undoing, as soon after he slammed hard inside her with a grunt, bottoming out once more before erupting into her awaiting womb. Stream after stream of hot cum filled her abused pussy, her walls milking him for all he had. Finally after filling her to the brim with his seed, Harry slumped forward bonelessly on top of the girl, both breathing heavily with a sheen of sweat across their bodies from their lovemaking.
After a few minutes catching their breath, Harry rolled over with a groan, his deflating cock exiting her cunt with a squelching sound while his seed slowly poured out of the brunette. Hermione snuggled into his side with a sigh of contentment, uncaring of the mess that was dribbling out of her used pussy.
Slowly both teens succumbed to their exhaustion with words of sweet nothings flowing between their minds.
-
Of all the times his rotten luck could have shown its ugly face, the picking of the Champion's dragons would of course been it. Harry cursed under his breath, staring at the miniature model of his future demise prowling around the floor of the Champion's tent.
They had spent a great deal of time pouring through tomes of dragon breeds, looking over each one's strengths in weaknesses. The Hungarian Horntail he would be facing had a plethora of the former and very very few of the latter. He remembered studying them too, thinking there was no way he wouldn't be the one to draw the horrid beast.
From outside the tent he could hear the roars from Krum's own flame-breathing adversary. The crowds oohs and aahs not helping to settle his nerves. Hermione's thoughts were even worse. She had so far witnessed three of the dragons in action and yet knew the one her boyfriend would face would be the worst yet.
The fact that they did not have to fight a dragon but to secure a false egg in the brood mother's clutch was a minor stress relieved but not much of one. Mother dragons were fatally protective of their eggs and surely would not care if even one was fake given enough time to adjust to it. He once more considered Professor Moody's not very subtle hint of using his broom, and while it was a good backup plan, but he had very little doubt even a seeker of his capacity could outfly a dragon.
Hermione had tried to send him calming thoughts but it wasn't very effective considering her own swirling mind of anxiety and fear.
Releasing a sigh the teen stood from his chair. The crowd had gone silent minutes prior after a hefty round cheering broke out. Hermione had confirmed that the handlers were removing the Chinese Fireball and slowly easing in the vicious Horntail.
The canon had sounded moments later and Harry Potter made his way through the tunnel.
It was deathly silent. He could see the crown watching on with bated breath as he entered the arena. The area was covered in jagged rocky outcroppings, and there in the center, stood the hulking figure of the Hungarian Horntail.
Its head was a mess of horns and sharp spikes that trailed down its spine before ending at its blade-like tail.
The dragon was moving its head all around, eyeing the spectators while hunting over a small clutch of eggs. Yet it sooner turned its attention to Harry, sensing his presence. The teen swore he saw the beat narrow its eyes before a low growl escaped it closed maw.
The voice of Hermione filtered through his panic, urging him on to remember the plan. He looked up at where he sensed her quickly. not wanting to take his eyes off the dragon for long. She sat up in the stands to his right with a large group of other Gryffindor's, eyes alight in fear but in that split second she managed to press all her thoughts of faith and determination to him.
Taking a deep breath, Harry began. 'Distraction first', Hermione's voice echoed. Harry eyed the dragon before opening his mouth and hissed out loudly.
="Great and mighty serpent! I come to you with much respect and humbleness! You have been fooled, O great one, for their is an imposter in your clutch that I seek to remove for you"=
Harry had no misconceptions that the Dragon could actually understand Parseltongue, nor would it care what he said. But Harry didn't need it to understand, just hesitate. They had tested the limits of the language in the Room of Requirement. While the language itself could only truly be spoken to and understood by snakes it did have a certain effect on other reptiles. Nothing near basic understanding but it was close to how a partially trained dog would react to english. It couldn't understand or even begin to conceive the words yet something in the back of its mind was tickled at the sound and thus earned at least a few minutes of rapt attention.
Harry continued his long winded rant. Pushing aside the grandiose speech, he settled on repeating one of Aunt Petunias soufflé recipes, while discretely brandishing his wand behind his back. With two small flicks of his wrist he silently summoned two grey rat snakes.
He switched his speech back on track, gaining the attention of the confused serpents.
="I beg of you mighty serpents, retrieve the golden mental egg from the nest and a great bounty is yours!"=, he hissed out loudly, waving his arms around to ensure the dragon's eyes remained on him.
He could have probably ordered the two snakes to get the egg for him but knew first hand that they were prideful creatures. Stoking their ego a bit and promising a reward would go a long way in convincing them to chance against the ire of a dragon. Apparently he chose the right words however, as the pair of limbless reptiles began to discretely slither towards the scaled flame beltcher, albeit with a bit of grumbling.
Of course not everything could go to plan, as the Horntail chose that moment to grow bored of Harry's display and simply try to incinerate the weird hissing human.
He managed to dive behind a close outcropping just in the nick of time. The heat that a washed over his cover rage with a great intensity. His clothing became stuck to his skin while sweat poured down his brow. He worried for a split second that the two summoned serpents had been caught in the torrent of flames.
'They're fine. They're about halfway there already.', Hermione reassured from the stands, 'Wouldn't hurt to give them some breathing room though.'
Harry did just that. He flung himself out of cover and began casting. Nothing dangerous or meant to attack the dragon yet, it was already pissed off from all the people, he didn't want to make it livid.
A flourish of sparks in one direction. Sweeping orbs of colorful fairy lights in another.
With a sweep of his wand a few rocks in the arena turned into hastily formed instruments before a quick charm caused them to begin playing. The transfigurations weren't great so the produced sound was akin to screeching metal and crushing rocks but they did the job.
The dragon looked around everywhere, confused and curious at the same time. Just for good measure, Harry called up the memory of Hermione and him confessing their feelings, letting the joy he felt then wash over and consume him. With a wave of his wand and a muttered "Expecto Patronum", Prongs lept from the holly wand shining brightly.
The patronus pranced around the arena, dashing around the dragon's head. The horntail became very interested in the silvery stag and began trying to capture it in its jaws, thinking it was a suitable prey. Harry focused all he could on the spell, ensuring that the patronus stayed just out of reach of the horned beast. The dragon soon grey annoyed of the offending stag prancing away and began to clamber after it, hoping to chase the corporeal spirit animal down.
This proved the perfect outcome as it gave the twin conjured serpents the chance to reach the nest of eggs while the mother dragon was distracted. Harry glanced their way and hissed out quick instructions for the snakes. Hissing back in understanding, the grey colored serpents coiled around the false egg tightly.
Harry braced himself for the next step. He needed to time it perfectly or he would be consumed by dragon fire.
The horntail had finally cornered the offending patronus, and Harry watched on waiting for his chance. The scaled gargantuan acted fast, striking out with its jaws consume its annoying prey. As soon as the giants jaws snapped shut, Harry ended his spell and ran.
"Accio rat snakes!" he cried, flicking his wand towards the nest. The bundle of serpents and metal came flying towards the teen like a bullet. The egg impacted hard into the teens stomach, the snakes wrapped around it hissing in discomfort, but the boy did not falter, continuing his run towards the arena entrance. Yet just as he thought he would make it, an earth shattering roar blasted through the arena.
The dragon, upon finding no meal between its jaws had looked around confused, hoping to spot the silvery deer. Yet it only caught sight of the tiny human from before, waving one of the hurtful sticks at its clutch. It let out a vicious roar as it spotted one of its brood flying out towards the humans grasp.
Harry's heart clenched at the noise but he dared not to stop running. Glancing back for a split second, he witnessed the hungarian monstrosity clambering towards him, its maw alight with a building flame. Harry knew he wouldn't make it, so his did what it always did in situations like this and came up with a stupid idea. An incredibly stupid and moronic idea.
He vaguely heard Hermione screaming at him in his mind, the girl hearing what his last minute plan was and vetoing strongly against it. Thought for once, Harry could barely hear her, the sound of his racing heart far too loud in his ears.
Without giving it a second thought, Harry spun around and pointed his wand at the ground, jumping back with his eyes closed as he screamed out one of the new defense spells he had practiced.
"BOMBARDA MAXIMA"
The resulting explosion expelled the boy who lived backwards through the entrance. Barely a second later, the place where he had stood became a washed in flames.
The teen's landing left many things to be desired. He remembered crashing hard into the ground before everything went black.