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Disclaimer: Albus Severus Potter....I would think that tells you everything you need to know.

AN: I'm not sure whether I want to focus on the actual dealing with Voldemort in this. I'm thinking of mentioning it, but not going into detail, mainly focusing on the ritual, its use, the aftermaths, and the things Harry might have learned as a result of the rituals being performed.

Also, it was pointed out to me that Ron's wince when they first arrived at Grimmauld Place implicated the Weasleys. That was not my intention, that was basically Ron- being a pureblood- having an idea of what would happen to Dung if Harry made good on the threat. Especially given Harry's fame, and the fact that Dung was essentially stealing from an Ancient and Noble house now headed by the BWL, Chosen One, vindicated Country Hero, etc. Basically a 'wouldn't want to be that guy' kind of thing.

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Hermione was the first to wake the next morning. The first thing that she noticed was that she was no longer laying on top of Harry, but rather, her back was spooned against his front. This was confirmed as she snuggled back into him, and felt Harry's stiff, throbbing erection nestled between the cheeks of her bottom. She also noticed that Harry must have been having a very lovely dream, as in his sleep, Harry was rubbing against her insistently, and his arms around her body had tightened their hold on her. Hermione had to admit that her mother was absolutely right. Waking up snuggled in the arms of someone you loved was just short of orgasmically blissful, and that she was rather comfortable.

Of course, she should have known that as soon as she thought this, that something would ruin the moment. All it had taken was a slight shift of position by Harry, before she felt the head of his wonderful willy pressing insistently at her back door. While she would never discount a possible future interest, she currently had no plans for that kind of exploration. Reaching behind her, Hermione adjusted Harry's cock so that it was once again nestled, and rubbing between her bum cheeks, before fighting back a moan at how surprisingly good it felt. She was just starting to really enjoy it a couple minutes of later, when she heard him grunt, and felt the splash of something warm and wet against her; this was accompanied by a mild tingle between her legs companioned by a small shudder.

As the fluid oozed down her skin to the bed, Hermione's face turned red at the thought that she'd gotten off on smothering Harry's willy with her bum, and rubbing him off with it. To her delightful arousal, she found that Harry was still hard. It was into this atmosphere that Harry awoke a few moments later.

Harry was initially shocked when he woke up to find himself with company in his bed. It was only moments later that the previous evening came back to him, and he realized just who he was in bed with, as well as the fact that he wasn't in his own bed. Pulling Hermione even tighter against him, he began kissing her neck and shoulders, trying to convey everything he was feeling at that moment. Aside from an intense arousal- punctuated by his morning issue being rubbed between her bum- Harry decided to put as much love and caring into the kisses as he could. While he was sure he'd gotten the message across the night before, he wanted to make sure that Hermione knew how thankful he was, and how much she and her efforts meant to him.

Hermione gave a muted groan of disappointment when she felt him back away for a moment. She already missed the warmth and comfort that she'd felt now that he wasn't flush against her back; thought she did notice that his willy never left it's hiding place. The separation was thankfully short- and she gasped at the sudden pleasure of feeling the head of Harry's penis slide down between her cheeks until it came out the bottom to settle between her thighs- and then Harry was back against her; his lips working over her neck and shoulders in such wonderful ways. This time she could feel the heat of Harry's hard, throbbing, erection against her own heated center, rubbing insistently, and coaxing a few drops of her own arousal to dribble out.

"May I?" Harry asked, several questions being asked at once.

"Sweet Merlin, yes." Hermione hissed, and groaned when the arm beneath her moved until its hand began to gently, yet proficiently titalize her left breast and nipple.

Suddenly, the hand that had been caressing her belly slipped around to stroke her hip, before flipping palm up, and sliding between her legs. Hermione's face heated up spectacularly as Harry took hold of her leg at the thigh, and lifted it, before sliding into her. The next few minutes were a blur of sensations as Harry slowly and gently pumped her from behind; her leg lifted obscenely adding to the depth he was reaching. The kisses and suckling of her neck and shoulders, combined with the slow, deep thrusts combined to quickly push her to the brink. It certainly didn't take long for Hermione to cum in this position, even despite the incredibly slow pace, and Harry followed right behind her, even if he'd cum just minutes before.

'Sweet Jeebus, Mary and Joseph,' Hermione thought as she gasped for breath, trying to recover from such an intense climax. 'If I'd known Harry could do things like this to me with his lips, tongue, hands, and that amazing willy,' That was still currently crammed stones deep into her as he filled her once again. '-I'd have probably never even considered a relationship with Ron.'

"Good morning, Miss Granger." Harry said when Hermione had finally recovered, and rolled over to face him.

"Good morning to you as well, Mr. Potter." She replied.

"Merlin you're beautiful." Harry said, gasping at the brilliant flush of her skin adding to her natural features, that just seemed to make her so effing gorgeous.

"You know, it's kind of redundant trying to sweet talk a girl into bed with you when you just finished making love to her." Hermione quipped.

"I'm not trying to sweet talk you, Hermione, you are beautiful." Harry replied, personally believing that words couldn't describe her beauty at that moment. "Also, I want to thank you. Last night was brilliant, and I don't think you truly understand how much it meant to me."

Hermione knew that Harry was probably right about her not truly understanding the full scope of what she'd done from his point of view, but she felt she had an idea. Harry was a very private person, and never liked to talk about his home life. That being said, he had all the classic signs of emotional abuse and neglect. Along with his aversion to physical contact, one of the things she'd had to contend with early in their friendship was his inability to take compliments for his accomplishments. His insecurity and poor self image would have made trying to lose his virginity to Isabelle almost impossible. She was almost sure that he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to perform due to nerves, and in the face of a Veela, and one he didn't know at all, it would have just been really tough on his already somewhat lacking self-esteem.

Still, last night had gone both ways in many respects. While she'd made the decision to help Harry based on his insecurity, part of what made her do it was her own. There was a deep level of love, trust, and comfort between them that had made their lovemaking that much more special. That they didn't have to worry about a potential poor performance, or fear being judged, allowed them to let go, and fully give of themselves to the other. Sure, the night had been mostly about Harry, but it had also been wonderful and special for her as well; and she doubted her first time would have been anywhere near as lovely had it been with someone else.

"I could say the same thing to you." Hermione reminded him. "Last night was my first time as well, and you made it everything that I'd always hoped and dreamed it would be. I don't think any girl can boast the number of climaxes that you gave me in just one night."

"You were pretty spectacular yourself. I seem to remember almost matching you orgasm for orgasm." Harry replied, smiling at the praise, before his face dawned into one of growing horror. "Oh no."

"What's wrong, Harry?" She asked, worried at his sudden emotional turn.

"Um Hermione, I just remembered, we didn't use protection," Harry said, shamefully. "-just now, or last night. As much as I want to have a family, and admittedly the idea of having one with you is kind of brilliant in itself, I don't think either of us are ready for that responsibility," -or at least he wasn't, Hermione had always been much more mature than people their age. "I know I probably should have thought of this last night, but I was kind of overwhelmed by everything."

Hermione gave him a mischievous smile. "Well done, Harry, and with plenty of time to brew and take the Morning After Potion." Seeing the look on his face, Hermione decided to come clean. "Don't worry, I took a potion before dinner last night. If we wanted, we could probably keep going until about six this evening with absolutely no worries. And before you ask, I brewed it while Fleur was making dessert, and Dobby brought the flask up here when it was done. While I'd have preferred you mention it last night, I understand that I did kind of surprise you, and it's still good that you remembered with enough time to deal with it. I'd have been a little disappointed if you hadn't."

"Well, as much as the idea of testing your theory about that potion intrigues me, we should probably get up, and get on with our day." Harry said. "There's still some things about that ritual I want to research, and I'll definitely need your help."

"You go ahead, and shower first." Hermione suggested.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked. "You've got a slightly more urgent mess to clean up."

"Yeah, but I don't know if my legs will be able to hold me up just yet." She admitted.

Harry gave her a smile, then a tender kiss on the nose, before climbing out of her bed. Once Harry had left the room, Hermione allowed a pout to mar her features. He'd only been gone seconds, and already she missed Harry's warmth and presence. If she wasn't careful, she just might become addicted to feel of snuggling, cuddling, and just sharing a bed with her best friend. While Hermione knew this would be far from a bad thing, she also knew realistically that there wasn't a guarantee that she and Harry would become an item. It was this realization that caused her to worry about the addicting feeling of laying and waking up next to Harry.

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Half an hour later, after a nice long shower, Harry was dressed for the day. Heading to the room that Hermione was staying in, Harry knocked on the door.

"Hey Hermione, are you decent."

"Yes, but honestly, it's not like you haven't seen everything I have to show off." Hermione chided.

"I know, but I'd rather not have to deal with a guaranteed reaction to seeing your lovely goods on display." Harry answered back, entering the room.

Stalking up to where Hermione was sitting with a towel wrapped around her shoulders, running a comb through her curly locks, Harry leaned over the back of the chair, and kissed her on the cheek. More than a little surprised at the blatant display of affection- though after the previous night, and the new level of comfort they'd gained with each other, she really shouldn't have- she smiled through the mirror at the young man who'd just sat on her bed. Harry returned the smile before his eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat. It was like he was once again discovering something new about his best friend.

After a few minutes of Harry staring at her through the mirror- by which time she'd switched to brushing her untamable locks- Hermione tilted her head a bit in confusion.

"What are you staring at, my hair is easier to manage while it's still wet." She admitted. "I always comb it wet, then brush it damp, or I'll never be able to get it even managable."

"Is it weird that I find you incredibly sexy with your hair wet?" Hermione couldn't stop the pink flush that crept across her face, and down to at least her bosom, at the random compliment.

With a sigh, Hermione went back to brushing her hair. Harry was always doing that, and it was those random, completely unplanned compliments that made so many witches blushy and weak kneed around him. Sometimes, she had to wonder if Harry was really as clueless about girls as he seemed sometimes. Glancing back up at her friend, she saw him run his fingers through his hair, before commenting.

"Well, at least you've found away to tame yours. I still haven't found anything that could defeat this rats nest of mine."

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Once Hermione had finished her hair- and Harry was just a little envious of the semi-tamed ponytail that was now draped over Hermione's left shoulder- the two made their way downstairs to the kitchen, hoping to catch breakfast. Given how early most of the house's occupants got up to eat- especially when he was cooking- and were gone off to jobs and other activities by now, Harry was expecting the kitchen to be empty for him and Hermione to have a nice, private breakfast together. Unfortunately, that was not to be the case.

"So, how was the little Stud-Who-Lived?" Tonks asked as soon as the pair of teens entered the kitchen. Both of their faces lit up, and upon seeing the amused faces surrounding the table, their embarrassment only increased.

"Hmph, from what we could hear last night and well into the early morning, I'm pretty sure you already know the answer to that." Bill teased; granted he did have to thank the pair for inspiring his sexy fiance into action about halfway through.

"Hear?" Hermione asked, paling.

"Yeah, sorry about that." Tonks said. "We figured that you'd put up your own privacy spells, so we didn't bother putting up any on your rooms. Kinda forgot that you two weren't allowed to do magic yet, again sorry. I'll make sure to do that today, don't worry."

Talk about red with embarrassment. Harry and Hermione- stuck in their stupor- were guided to the table, Remus informing them, "Since I figured neither of you would be up early enough, I took the liberty of making breakfast."

"Not as good as Harry's, but pretty good all the same." Tonks revealed as the two recovered, sat down next to each other, and tucked in.

"Where's Ron?" Harry asked, after swallow a bite of egg. "Figured with breakfast being served he'd be eating already."

Hermione noticed the shift of tension in the room before Harry did, but it didn't take him long either. All of the other occupants in the house were looking very nervous about something. Finally, Hermione could take the awkwardness no longer, and with a tone of exasperation. "What did he do?"

"Well, about an hour into your marathon, I heard the door to the room Harry usually shares with him slam open and closed, then the sound of something being dragged."

"You wouldn't have heard it over the noise." Tonks teased. "I believe it was about the forth time you were howling that you were cumming again."

"From what I could see from the landing, Ron packed his trunk, and decided to floo home." Remus said. "And from what I could smell, he was in a bit of a funk."

"You can smell that?" Harry asked, curious.

"Not specifically, but my inner wolf could sense the type of angry aura he was giving off." Remus said.

"So it looks like we're on the outs with Ron again." Harry said sadly. "Just like fourth year."

"I'm sorry, Harry." Hermione said, but Harry waved off her concern. "I told him what I planned to do yesterday morning. I know he had feelings for me, but I also hoped he'd understand what we were doing, and why it was important. If it's any consolation, you still have me...you'll always have me."

"More than I need any day." Harry said, smiling at her, and pulling her into a one armed hug.

"Merlin, and he wonders why half the witches in Britain would gladly drop their knickers for him." Tonks muttered good naturedly.

A few minutes later when the two had finished eating, Tonks and Fleur exchanged a look, before the elder witch draped an arm over Hermione's shoulder. "You're coming with us missy."

"What?" The teen said.

"We heard everything, but we want a more detailed play-by-play account."

"You...really?"

"Oh yes, we want to know exactly what 'e did, and 'ow 'e did it." Fleur answered, before gazing at her fiance. "For educational purposes, you understand."

"Wait, but girls don't....do they?" Hermione giggled.

"Harry, the things I could tell you about certain male members of our house," She said, rolling her eyes. "-let's just say that you and Neville are easily the top two picks of every girl from Ginny's year up, with ironically Colin and Dennis at three and four depending upon whether or not the rumors about the formers sexual preferences has any weight."

"Oh," Harry said, looking shocked, and just a bit disturbed at what that might say about Colin's fanboy tendencies. "But, you're not really going to tell them, are you? I mean, it was my first time, and well, I know I wasn't that good."

Again Hermione giggled, and Harry found that the sound was rather enticing. "Honestly Harry, I already told you this morning that you have nothing to worry about with your performance. I won't say anything if you don't want me to, but I'm fairly sure that even without the stamina potion, you'd have still rocked my world."

Blushing, Harry stuttered. "Ahem...right...forget I said anything."

"Why don't you three boys bond for a bit while us girls talk about how Harry made little missy howl like Remus on a full moon." Tonks said, leading a blushing Hermione out the door, and making Moony twitch.

Once they were gone, Remus sat down with a cup of tea. "Really Harry, from what we heard, you have nothing to worry about."

Bill decided to add his two knuts. "Harry, if you were able to go for six hours with it, then you are most certain to have more than enough stamina for the average bird without it."

"Don't they have a jobs they need to be getting to?" Harry asked, a bit too late to pose to the witches in question.

"Fleur is only part time at Gringotts." Bill answered. "Until she finishes her Warder training, she's stuck in the bank dealing with customers, but because of her thick accent and slight allure, well, it's best that she only work part time for now."

Harry could understand that.

"Tonk is on administrative leave because of the injuries she suffered, as well as the fact that Scrimgeour has ordered an inquiry into why she and Shack were at the Ministry so late at night assisting a vigilanty group. Luckily for her, Robards was able to make it paid leave."

"Who's that?" Harry asked. "Scrimgeour, I mean."

"The new Minister for Magic." Remus answered. "He was the former Head Auror, and would have been the Head of the DMLE, but he got fast tracked to Minister after Amelia Bones was murdered."

"Is he any good?" Harry asked.

"You'd think he would be," Bill said. "-but according to dad, he's so focused on the Ministry's image that he's become almost as useless as Fudge."

"Rather than stick his head in the mud, Scrimgeour is arresting, and sentencing random people to Azkaban based off of rumors, all in an attempt to make it seem like the Ministry is doing something to combat Voldemort."

"Well, I guess I'll see you gents later." Bill said standing. "Unlike everyone else here, I do have a job I need to be getting to."

It wasn't until almost dinner time that the three ladies were seen again. Hermione looked wholly embarrassed and apologetically at Harry when she entered the kitchen, almost as if she were begging for his forgiveness. Several minutes later Fleur and Tonks joined them, both flushed from what looked to be extensive exertion. Harry, noticing their conditions, and being concerned asked.

"Are you two okay?"

"Better zan okay." Fleur almost purred, before giving her fiance a very blatant, and meaningful look. Harry was fairly certain that he didn't want to know what that look meant.

After dinner, Harry and Hermione went back to the research Harry had started with Remus earlier, and before long, the two were dozing together on the couch. Remus came in to check on the pair, and after finding them snuggled up on the couch, decided to leave them there.

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The next morning found Harry staring, mesmerized by Hermione's sleeping face. She looked so peaceful, so pretty up close like this. Harry knew that he could easily get used to waking up like this. It wasn't but a few more moments before Hermione's eyes fluttered open, and she gave him a smile, before snuggling her face into this throat while tightening her grip on him.

"You know, a girl could get used to waking up like this." Hermione teased.

"Who are you telling?" Harry returned. "This was the most restful and peaceful night of sleep I've had this summer."

The pair layed there, wrapped in each others arms for a few moments more, relishing the comfort of their cuddle, before reluctantly getting up, and separating to get dressed. It wasn't long after that, that the occupants of the house joined them in the kitchen for breakfast. It wasn't long after that, that everyone was delighting in Harry's cooking.

"I swear to you, if you keep cooking stuff like this, I'm going to kidnap you, and lock you up in my flat." Tonks teased.

Fleur, who wasn't usually very fond of the heavy English breakfasts, jokingly turned to her fiance and added. "Oui, if 'e learns to cook French cuisine, I just may be tempted to leave you for 'im before you 'ave a chance to tie me down."

"Harry, you're not allowed to learn French cuisine until after Fleur and I are married." Bill ordered goodnaturedly. "On second thought, you're allowed to learn, but you're not allowed to cook anything until next year. That way, you can cater our wedding."

That caused a round of chuckles, but Hermione noticed that Harry seemed rather interested in the idea. She had to admit, Harry would probably make an excellent caterer, and she would most certainly have no problem with it.

"You know, I'm surprised that you aren't better at Potions." Hermione said. "With how good a cook you are, and how much like cooking Potions is, you should be a natural prodigy."

"While Potions is more like a combination of cooking and Chemistry, I have to agree." Moony added.

"Chemistry?" Hermione asked.

"Well, obviously the preparation of the ingredients and adding them to a cauldron is much like cooking," He said. "-most similar to making a rather odd stew. The element of Chemistry that comes in, is knowing how the different ingredients react to one another, as a wrong mixture could be dangerous and quite easily fatal."

"Well, I guess you could say that when I'm cooking, I don't have to worry about Snape breathing down my neck, or distracting me in any other way." Harry replied. "I'm relaxed, and my mind can focus completely on what I'm doing, something I can never do in his class due to the Slytherin habits of tossing things into our cauldrons. Although, this begs the question of how you, Hermione, are so in Potions, yet according to your own admittance, you're a disaster waiting to happen in a kitchen."

"I get my culinary talents from my father." Hermione admitted. "I could probably grill you under the table, but put me in a kitchen, and bad things happen."

Once breakfast was completed, Tonks gave an exaggerated stretch, poking her chest out right at Remus, hoping to get some kind of reaction. In a way, she both succeeded and failed. She succeeded, because his eyes were glued to her for several seconds, where she failed was when he looked away, embarrassed for having appreciated the view. Damn that man was so infuriating. Oh well, nothing doing for now.

"Well, if you'll excuse us, I need to borrow the budding stud for the morning." Tonks said.

"What for?" Hermione asked, sounding far more alarmed than she felt the situation required, all things considered.

"Well, I just realized that not only would my gift be useful if Harry could gain it, but there's also a few things that I could probably teach him as well." She revealed. "You know, another advantage in his corner for your plan. Don't worry, I'll be sure to return him with his vitue intact. After all, isn't Fleur's cousin supposed to be coming to sex him up? She can pop his 'older, experienced woman' cherry."

"Oh, I guess." Hermione didn't know why, but for some reason, she felt really uncomfortable about the situation. Yet at the same time, she was very happy that Harry might be getting another tool to use. This was so confusing. Well, with Harry being occupied for the morning, it would give her some time to think about things; most specifically how she felt about her best friend, and how much those feelings seemed to be changing since they'd made love.

As Tonks led Harry up to the bedroom she'd staked out for herself, she mentally went over the tentative lesson plan she'd created the night before using the information she got from her and Fleur's grilling of Hermione. As she closed the door behind them, Harry sat on the bed, and gave her a questioning look. With a grin, she went over to her panty drawer, and began tossing very risque garments on the bed as close to him as she could get them, chuckling at the typical, nervous, teenage boy reaction to her underthings. Seriously, for the son of a Marauder, Harry was awfully easy to prank. Most of the stuff she was tossing onto the bed near him were things that she wouldn't wear except for very special occasions...ones where she knew they'd be getting seen by someone. Finally deciding her redfaced cousin had suffered enough, she pulled the small vial of liquid out of the drawer, pushed the half dozen pairs of panties aside, and sat next to him on the bed.

"Okay kid, first I need you to place a hair in this, and drink up." Tonks said, waving a potion flask in front of his face.

"What is it?" Harry asked, noticing the color of the potion kept changing between pink, purple, green, blue, and red.

"It's the precursor to Polyjuice," She said. "-and has a few extra side effects that the Ministry approved standard doesn't. See, originally I was going to down a potion that made me extremely sensitive to pleasurable sensations, and then take you upstairs to my room. After a small anatomy lesson featuring all of my weak spots, I was going to perform the ritual, and have you shag me crosseyed...at least until I realised how stupid an idea that would be. While Ronnie was right about my gift being very beneficial to you, the way I'd been about to go about it was a mistake and a half."

'And if the interrogation wasn't enough of a giveaway to how they felt, Miss Granger's reaction to me taking Harry off alone was certainly a sign.' Tonks thought. 'Those two are in love with each other, they just haven't completely realized it yet.'

"I guess." Harry said, not really sure how to respond.

"Aww, don't be that way." Tonks said, deciding to tease him a bit. "It's not that you aren't a desirable bloke, Merlin knows I had my fair share of dirty fantasies about you like every other girl whose heard your story has at least once." She'd even sported the messy pixie cut and fathomless green eyes look from ages seven to thirteen. "Nor would I dare say that you aren't well worth the shag after what we heard. The fact is, I just so happen to have my eyes on someone else, and sleeping with you wouldn't be conducive to getting his attention the way I want."

"Right, the furry." Harry teased, showing that maybe she was a bit premature in judging his worthiness as a Marauder heir. His next comment even earned himself a swat in the head. "I hope you succeed, but do try and keep your little games of Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf confined to your own home."

"Anyway, I thought this potion would be a great way to allow you to acquire my gifts." She said, grinning as Harry rubbed his head. "We often used it when we were doing long infiltration or stake out assignments in the auror corps....or at least we did until Fudge started severely cutting the budget. Now it's relegated to only being used in the Academy classes for training, and if we want to use it, we have to get our own supplies."

"So what is it?"

"The Ferrula Gemini potion." Tonks asnwered. "Like I said, it's the precursor to Polyjuice, and pretty much has the same effects, but you don't just take on another's form like the modified potion. With this, you actually become a literal, genetic copy of the person. Also, if the person turned into has any genetic magical gifts, then it's a high probability that you'll gain at least a partial version of it once the potion wears off, especially if there is some familial relation. Ironically enough, it's easier and less time consuming to brew than the Polyjuice, but a few of the ingredients are fairly difficult and expensive to procure, even if they are well worth the price."

It was also illegal to possess or brew unless one was an auror after some of the Dark Family's took to using it to blackmail, and accuse other families of line theft. It was how the Malfoy's screwed the Weasleys out of all the businesses and investments that had been their income, causing the blood feud that still lingered to that day. All it had taken was a single hair from Cleotudinus Weasley, and a few months later the Malfoy's were claiming that the Weasleys were attempting line theft after he'd impregnated the heiress of their House.

"How expensive are we talking, Tonks?" Harry asked, not wanting her to have paupered herself just to help him.

"A couple hundred galleons total, but don't worry, I didn't break my bank." She said, waving off his concern. "Sirius opened a Gringotts account for five thousand galleons, and left a key for Remus. The note in the vault said the money was to be used to help take care of you, and to get you out of the country if things went to the shits with Voldemort. Anyway, with this potion, anyone who shares a direct blood relation to me within reason could have an even higher possibility of acquiring my blood based gifts. Since the Metamorph gene is from my mum's side, there's a chance that you could get it with this potion."

"Well, you certainly look tastier than the last one I had to force down." Taking a deep breath, Harry added a hair, and gulped the potion down. "You taste better too."

"You'd better be glad Remus didn't hear you say that." Tonks teased. "Given how that sounded, he'd have never let you hear the end of it. By the way, don't ask where my hair came from."

Seeing Harry's reaction while he was turning provided her with enough laughing gas to last until the potion wore off. That's not to say that nothing productive got done. Now that he had a woman's body, Tonks took the time to give Harry a first hand introduction to some of the erogenous zones that she would be teaching him about. He was a little nervous about stripping completely naked in front of her, but after she reminded him it wasn't anything she hadn't seen plenty of times, he reluctantly did so, and the lesson began. While incredibly embarrassing at first- after all, he was fondling a copy of Tonks body right within her view- her declaration that knowing first hand what it felt like would make the future lessons more productive. Harry was blown away by just how sensitive certain parts of a womans body were, and even more surprised at how many there were; including places that he never would have expected.

Just before the potion wore off, Tonks instructed him not to get dressed as he'd been attempting to do. Of course, Harry wanted to know why, and was told that they needed to conduct a test that he needed to be completely nude for to get an accurate read. Back in his own body, Tonk gave him a cheeky grin, and hoping to relax him, said. "I bet it sucks knowing that you just spent the last hour being the sexiest you'll ever be in your life."

"Arrogant much?" Harry teased.

"Oh please, we both know I'm grade O." Tonks returned. "And this is before I start changing things. Anywho, now for the big test. I'm going to cast a spell on you that will help determine the extent of your Metamorph abilities if I was right about that potion."

"Um, what's it do?" Harry asked apprehensively.

"It's a common spell for suspected morphers as children." She lectured. "What it does is cause whatever parts of your body that you can change to glow either green or yellow. Green means complete control, so for someone like me, my whole body would glow green. Yellow means only some ability to change, for something like eyes or hair, this would mean mostly the color."

"Right, let's get this over with." Wanting to get dressed, as being naked around Tonks was like being naked around ones very attractive older sister that you weren't blood related to....really awkward, and capable of causing reactions that would only make things even moreso.

With a wave of her wand, Tonks cast the spell, and Harry had to release a shudder. The way the spell flowed over him reminded him a lot of the Disillusionment Charm, but that quickly turned into a feeling of being on the receving end of extremely invasive scrutiny; and his being nude only made that feeling worse. Right as he was about to protest, the feeling went away, and different parts of his body began to tingle. Looking at Tonks, she was giving him both a grin, and a slightly disappointed pout.

"So what's the verdict?" He asked.

"Well," Tonks said, conjuring a mirror. "you've got full control over your hair, but your eyes are only a partial. Nothing really special though, since changing at least eye and hair color are pretty much standard for all morphers with even part of the gift. I can't see anything we can really use for the ritual, but I'll still teach you how to use your new powers if you like."

"Thanks Tooaaah-" Harry broke off as Tonks grabbed his lower jaw, and forced his mouth open, then gained the widest grin he'd seen on her yet.

"I take it back, we do have something to work with." She said. "As a matter of fact we have something very good to work with."

"What?" Harry asked, rubbing his jaw after Tonks let him go.

"Your tongue was glowing a very sharp shade of green, like my body does." Tonks said.

"What does that mean?" Harry asked.

"It means that with enough practice, there are absolutely no limitations on what you can do with it."

Now, Harry was no stranger to how a tongue could be used to an advantage. Hermione's had felt utterly brilliant, and she had sure seemed to appreciate how he'd used his, but how the hell did being able to change one's tongue help.

"Okay, so how does that help?"

Tonks grinned mischievously. "Let's just say, you have no idea how good a cock sized tongue feels writhing about inside of you."

"And you do?" Harry asked, both teasing and curious.

"I dabbled a bit with birds while I was at Hogwarts to keep certain boys from sniffing around me because of my powers." Tonks admitted.

"That furry has got to be the luckiest bloke on the planet." Harry muttered.

"Yeah, I wish someone would explain that to him." Tonks responded, before sighing. "Okay, enough with the pity party, you've got learning to do. I'll teach you how to use all your powers over the course of the summer, but I'm going to focus on using your tongue for now. Since according to Hermione you're already pretty good with it, most of the lessons will be changing the size, and refining your technique. Fair warning, you're going to be busy for the next few days."

"What all am I going to be doing?" Harry asked with just a hint of trepidation.

"Well, for the forseeable future, your mornings after breakfast will be spent with me learning how to change your appearance, and use your enlarged tongue to the fullest." Seeing Harry's blush. "Don't worry, I know how to conjure any supplies we'll need for practical lessons."

"Ahem...right." Harry grunted blushing.

"Right then, after lunch you have pretty much free time to do what you want until dinner. After dinner, you're pretty much free for the evenings until Isabelle gets here."

Not sure if he wanted to, but knowing he needed to, Harry asked. "What happens then?"

"Well, the schedule is mostly the same, but the lessons will switch a bit." She informed. "Your afternoons are still yours, but your evenings will mostly be spent with Isabelle. As for your mornings, they'll still be with me, but I'm going to switch my lessons. I figure since you've already got Hermione to practice with during the afternoon if you want, and a Veela coming to teach you about all things sex, I'm going to alternate my original lessons with another seldom acknowledged art."

"What's that?"

"Well, aside from teaching you how to change your looks, and the size of your tongue, I'll also be instructing you in The Art of the Verbal Seduction." Tonks said. "I'm going to teach you how to talk a girl right out of her knickers, and how to keep her wound up once you've got the oven preheated. Although, if I'm right, you probably won't need it."

"I'm going to guess from that little admittance a minute ago, that you've got a lot of practice with that." Harry asked, with a raised brow. "Sounds like you did a bit more than dabble."

"Like I said before, in order to keep certain blokes from nagging me about my gift, I had to make a pretty convincing lesbian." She admitted, deciding that it wasn't any of his business that by the time she finished Hogwarts, she'd developed a genuine interest in women. "That meant developing enough of a taste for birds to be realistic, and learning how to flirt with girls. I got good enough that I was almost halfway through auror training before I got my first serious boyfriend, because it took forever to convince people that I wasn't a lesbian. It certainly didn't help that sixth year, I had a lesbian girlfriend who had a very dextrous tongue, and a certain gift for the Engorgement Charm. Once I learned how to enlarge my own tongue with my powers, she's the one who taught me how to properly use it."

"Okay, probably more than I needed to know, but I'd be lying if I didn't appreciate the mental image." Harry teased.

"I'll bet." Tonks rejoined, glancing at her watch. "Well, it looks like our time is pretty much up, plus I need to refind my lesson plan now that I know what you can change. You, Mr. Househusband- need to get cleaned up and down to the kitchen if you're going to have luch prepared for your, strapping young witch."

Harry might have been offended if he didn't find the image of himself bustling around the kitchen in a Mrs. Weasley style apron rather amusing. "By the way Tonks, I'm sorry that I got you in trouble with your job."

She waved him off. "Don't worry, it's not a big deal. So I got hurt, nothing that couldn't happen on the job anyway. As for the inquiry, that's just Scrimgeour being an arse, and trying to look like he's doing something, rather than actually doing something. Money isn't an issue since, even if it is kind of embarrassing for a girl my age, I could always stay with my folks; or I could ask my favorite cousin to let me stay at his place. Besides, once I'm cleared of wrongdoing, I still get my back pay."

"That's good." Harry said. "And you're welcome to stay here if you need to, though I have to say, how many of your cousins would you really be willing to claim at the moment."

"Hence why you're my favorite cousin."

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As nighttime fell over Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry Potter could be found kneeling on his bed, staring out the window at the night sky. His chin was resting on his folded arms as he contemplated what was now in his very immediate future. In just a little over 24 hours, Fleur's full Veela cousin was going to arrive to teach him how to properly make love to a woman. While that was the plan, given what he was starting to believe was the huge gap in their experience, Harry felt it would be more like her shagging him into a braindead stupor while trying to tell him things he'd probably never remember because of that.

Harry gave a humorless laugh. 'Most teenaged boys would be looking forward to Saturday, but here I am somewhat dreading it.'

Before he could descend further into his desolate thoughts, he felt the bed dip, and the sound of shuffling, before he caught the scent of Hermione's apple shampoo. He'd been surprised when she'd hugged him at the Burrow several days previous, and he noticed she'd changed it from her previous favorite of numerous unidentifiable berries, but he couldn't deny he liked it on her. Feeling the bed dip further as she moved across it, he let out of hiss of surprise and delight when she started ghosting her nails up and down his back. When he felt her front press against his back as she traced along his arms, he couldn't help feel oddly content and relaxed.

Of course, that feeling took on something of a naughty connotation when he felt her lips moving along the side of his neck. It really became distracting when her teeth graze him, and the pull of her suckling the spot she had just nibbled on. The groan she pulled from him was just as inevitable as her being first overall in their year academically. His groan grew louder as her lips trailed back up his neck, and nipped at his earlobe.

Harry couldn't help the sigh of contentment a moment later, when she snuggle up behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and placed her chin on his shoulder. He'd always loved Hermione's hugs, because they always gave him a feeling of love, comfort, warmth, and caring. With a smile he, turned and met Hermione's comforting brown eyes.

"Knut for your thought?" She asked.

"It's nothing really, I'm still just a little worried about embarrassing myself when Isabelle gets here."

"Don't worry, Harry, you'll be fine." Hermione kissed him on the cheek to show her support.

"Thanks." Harry answered. "So, to what do I owe this wonderful visit?"

Hermione blushed a bit, and suddenly began nibbling her lip, a sure sign that she was nervous about something. Harry couldn't help but notice how cute she looked when she did that. Suddenly, she let him go, and climbed off the bed to lean against the bedside table.

"Hermione?" He asked, getting her attention as he too stood, and laid a hand on her shoulder.

Hermione sighed. Despite what they'd already done several times, she was still slightly nervous about asking Harry for this. For some reason that made absolutely no sense to her, making love to Harry, and even initiating love making was easy. On the other hand, asking for sex, that 'I'm a dirty girl, so throw me on the bed and give it to me big daddy' kind of bedroom fun, made her nervious.

"Knut for your thoughts?" Harry teased.

"Is that all their worth to you?" She teased right back, hoping the humor of his banter would take her mind off it, and make it easier to just do it.

"I'll owe you the rest till I get to Gringotts." Harry responded, before pecking her on the lips. Deciding to just get it over with, Hermione asked her question.

"Well, you remember how we agreed that we'd like to do the rutting rabbits in heat thing, right? I was just thinking that maybe we could do it sooner, rather than later, so that you could gain some more experience before Isabelle arrived."

"Hermione, you don't have to be nervous about asking me for anything." Harry said. "Unless I'm feeling particularly stubborn, I'd rarely say no to you, you know that."

"Yes, well, asking for sex is a lot easier in theory for me than it is in practice." Hermione answered. "Though I will admit that knowing your feelings on the matter makes things easier. So, shall we?"

"Okay, but before we start, what about contraception?" Harry said, earning him a smile. "Neither of us is allowed to do magic, and I don't know how to brew the potion."

"Don't worry, Harry, we're covered." Hermione admitted. "After they grilled me, Tonks taught me a better contraceptive potion that lasted much longer than the one I was using. When they found out that I'd kind of hoped that us being together wouldn't be a one time thing, she said it would be a good idea to use a long term potion so as not to have a spontaneous mood ruined because I needed to stop and brew birth control."

"So how long does it last?" Harry asked.

"We're good until well after my birthday." Hermione said, earning a grin from Harry.

"You know, I wonder if Ron might have been a little more motivated in school if they'd had a sex education elective like this at Hogwarts."

"Harry, please don't ruin the mood by talking about Ron."

"Don't worry, I know just how to fix it." Harry said, leaning in, and pressing his lips to hers.

Very quickly, Hermione found herself responding to Harry's lips on hers. There was something she had to do before she could give herself over to her feelings though, and Hermione knew that if she didn't do it now, she'd probably forget. Pushing him away- and earning a slight look of confusion- she reached into the pocket of her shorts, and retrieved the vial inside.

"This is for you." Hermione developed a teasing grin as she revealed a Stamina Potion.

"Are you trying to tell me something, Hermione?" Harry teased, making a mental note to ask where the shorts came from. He'd only ever seen her wear jeans and trousers during the summers they'd spent together. Hermione had amazing legs, and he found himself very much liking the view of those bare legs in shorts.

"Of course not, but the more times you make love, the more skill and experience you can gain." She said. "Fleur suggested that we wait until after you've finished your lessons with Isabelle before we take you off the potion."

"If you say so." Harry said, downing the slightly bitter potion.

"That's a good boy." Was Hermione's cheeky reply. She'd become a lot more fun and playful in the last few days, Harry had noticed. "Now, where were we?"

Harry grinned at his best friend's take charge actions, and allowed himself to be pulled into another heated kiss; not that he was going to let her keep the upper hand for long if he had anything to say about it. As his lips and tongue dueled with his brunette lover's, Harry couldn't help being amazed by how easy, and natural this all seemed. For someone who'd only had sex twice before- even if there had been multiple rounds that first time- the idea of sex seemed to be much less daunting than he figured it should be given his upbringing. Then again, considering who his partner was, and how comfortable he was with her, he wasn't surprised sexual intimacy seemed to come easy with Hermione. She- and possibly Luna- were the only girls he knew that he could be completely relaxed around.

Of course, that was going off on a tangent when there were much more interesting, important, and pleasurable things to be focusing on.

Wrapping his arms around Hermione's waist, Harry pulled himself flush against her, and he was sure that gasp meant she'd felt his rapidly growing bulge press into her. Separating his lips from hers, Harry began tracing his lips along her jaw, and down to her neck, drawing a groan from her throat as his tongue tickled her pulse. It also drew a grinding of her hips against his, causing Harry to hiss into her throat at the small shock of delight. He could almost feel the grin on Hermione's lips as she matched his actions along the side of his exposed neck.

Harry was startled from his work when Hermione's hands came up to his chest, and applied enough pressure to push him away. Once she'd gotten enough space between them, she reached down for the hem of her teeshirt, pulled it over her head, and tossed it away. The lustful haze he'd developed from snogging Hermione- that had slightly lifted when she'd pushed him away- returned full force when she grabbed him by the front of his own teeshirt, and pulled him back to her, capturing his lips once again. While he'd have liked to take some time to admire how sexy Hermione was in a pair of shorts and a bra, kissing her was a rather heady experience, and more than a little distracting.

Of course, even as hot as she was, Harry would wait until he got her shorts off to pause for a look. Bra and panties was much sexier than bra and shorts, even if they were fairly short. Giving one last sucking kiss to her neck, Harry's lips began to trail lower, over her collarbone, down to the rather nice cleavage her bra created- and he rather enjoyed the gasp she released when he swiped his tongue between them like a credit card- down until he came to a stop at the waistline of her shorts.

Kneeling on one knee before her as he was, it gave him the perfect position to tease her a bit. Harry slid his tongue along the waistline of her shorts a few times, before trailing it up to her belly where he teased her navel earning a slight clinch of the muscles there. Apparently his roving tongue felt pretty good, as her hand had appeared atop his head, and she'd grabbed a small handful of his hair; the other perched on his shoulder doing the same with his tee.

Harry kissed circles around her navel, his hands trailing up her toned legs before coming to a stop at her waistline. After quickly dealing with the button and zipper of her shorts, his hands slid inside the top, and slid them down her legs; Harry taking care to caress her smoothe skin as he did so. Once the garment had pooled at her feet, Hermione stepped out of them with her left leg, before lifting and kicking them away with the other. Now that she was in just a bra and panties, Harry leaned back on his haunches, and took a moment to just stare at his best friend. From his position her beauty and curves really stuck out to him, and he was again amazed at how he'd missed the sexy young woman his best friend had grown into.

His admiration was cut short when Hermione's grip on his teeshirt tightened, and she pulled, gesturing for him to stand back up. As he did so, he again surprised her when his right hand lifted her leg, and braced her foot on his bed. Hermione wondered what Harry planned to do with her legs spread as they were, especially with the clothing barriers still in the way. That pondering was answered when his hand slowly trailed up her thigh, before settling over her pantyclad crotch.

Hermione's remaning leg almost gave out when Harry's fingers began rubbing her, and the palm-side knuckle of his middle finger brushed her clitoris on the first stroke. It didn't take long before she was bucking into his hand, his rubbing fingers drawing shuddered moans from her upper lips, and a steady increase of moisture from her lower ones. Her hands fisted into the shoulders of his teeshirt, and her face buried in the crook of his neck, Hermione decided that it was about time to turn the tables.

Releasing his shirt, and it was almost all she could do not to collapse and put all her weight on him, her hands cupped his face, and brought his lips insistently to hers. Harry groaned in delight when her tongue began writhing against his like she was doing against his fingers. As their mouths moved together, her hands trailed down to his waist, where she quickly undid the snap of his jeans, and unzipped them post haste. Harry couldn't help the hiss of pleasure that escaped into her mouth when her hands dove into the waist of his boxers, and found his heated flesh.

Hermione absently traced her nails up and down the shaft, and up over the head, earning more hisses from him, before fisting him firmly. She smiled against his lips as he bucked into her grip. With one hand returned to his head holding his head to increase the pressure of the kiss, while her right hand skillfully and dilligently paid his aching erection such wonderful attention, Hermione retook control of the proceedings. While not really bothered by her being in control, this had almost become like a challenge or game, and Hermione winning would certainly not do. Harry also realized that, ironically enough, this was good practice for the ritual. If he was going to come out on top, he would have to dominate, and dictate the pace of things. Even when she wasn't trying, Hermione was helping him learn things he desperately needed to learn.

Hooking his arms beneath her legs so that they draped over the bend at his elbow, Harry cupped Hermione pert rear end and lifted her up. This was rather surprising to them both; Hermione for being suddenly pulled from a position of balance, and Harry that he had been able to lift her so easily. Taken off guard, Hermione was forced to clinch quickly to catch her balance: her arms around his neck, and her legs grasping at Harry's torso. Before she knew it, Harry had turned and laid her on one of the room's beds, and was looming over top of her. Unfortunately, it was the wrong bed, further cementing in her mind that they needed their own rooms.

As Harry leaned down to kiss her, having again taken charge of the situation like he'd wanted, he was surprised when she stopped him.

"Did I do something wrong?" Harry asked.

"Not really, but I don't feel comfortable doing this on Ron's bed." She mentioned, and Harry realized belatedly that he had laid her on Ron's bed. "Plus, I was hoping to be in charge for my first foray into shagging like bunnies. Besides, unlike me, you've got a stamina potion in your system, so I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to be in control when you catch your third and fourth wind, and I'm all shagged into incoherency."

"Hmm, you do have a point, Miss Granger." Harry replied, and she really didn't like that grin on his face. "So what does my mistress command?"

Hermione pushed at Harry's chest, urging him to stand, before joining him, and then pushing him back onto his bed. With an impish smile, she knelt in front of him, and pushed his legs open, and made quick work of Harry's pants and boxers. When he made to take his own tee off, he found himself halted by both her hands and a grin.

"Leave it on, it's kind of kinky." She said, before taking him in both hands, and stroking him.

Harry collapsed back, and could do little more than stare at the ceiling as Hermione went to work. Her hands felt so good, and when her lips began to kiss along his shaft it was almost indescribable. It would seem though, that Hermione wasn't in a very teasing mood, as she wasted almost no time wrapping her lips around his head, and going to town on him. Harry groaned at the feel of her caressing lips as her head bobbed, and the things her tongue did inside her mouth only made it that much more fantastic.

'Bloody hell Hermione is amazing at this.' Harry thought. Even if he didn't have anything else to compare it to, Hermione was still pretty spectacular in his book, and that was all that mattered to him.

To Harry's surprise, Hermione only used her mouth to work him over for a few moments, before standing, climbing onto the bed, and straddling his lap. She only took a moment to line him up, before sinking down onto him quickly...or as quickly as his girth, and her tightness would allow. She let out a satisfied moan, laying flush against him to capture his lips before her calves hooked behind his thighs, and she began bouncing her hips against his. Harry could only groan in pleasure, and some startlement, as Hermione went right for it. No slow build up, no easing into the bouncing, she started right away.

It was an interesting change for Harry, but regardless, it still felt just as good as making love to Hermione did. Harry continued to duel tongues with Hermione, his arms keeping her flush against him, until he felt her drawing back. While he was admittedly disappointed, he couldn't help but admit the change of angle made her bouncing all the better. It was made even moreso when her hands slipped under his shirt, and began teasing his nipples underneath. Groaning at the way she was working him over, Harry glanced into Hermione's eyes, and saw just a hint of smugness. He couldn't help the cheeky words that came from him.

"You...know, " He started. "....it would be....easier....to just take....off my shirt."

"Mmmn, it would," Hermione agreed giving a roll of her hips that caused them both to cry out. "-but...I want it....on. I'll....find a....use."

Not liking the rather cheeky reply, or her smugness, Harry gave a buck of his hips that almost unbalanced her. With a squeal, she grabbed onto his shirt with one hand, and reached back to catch herself with the other, and almost immediately let out a hiss of delight at the sudden new stimulation to her sweet spot. With a heady moan, Hermione began moving in a much slower, far more familiar way. This, of course, didn't last for very long.

Rather enjoying the way Harry rubbed against her, the speed of Hermione's rolling and grinding hips picked up. She needed more friction, and she wanted it post haste. Hermione's mouth froze in an 'O' position when her speed increase did indeed give her the friction she wanted, but she was unprepared for just how big an increase it was, giving a soft shudder of pleasure as the overwhelming sensations sent chills all up and down her spine. It wasn't long before Hermione started feeling the familiar twinges that signalled she was closing in on an orgasm. Normally, she would have been more than happy to welcome that happy little death, but this was just too good to allow it to end so soon. Through sheer force of will, Hermione managed to relax herself, and reduce her pace to something more steady and lasting.

Of course, this didn't quite sit well with her partner. Her slow pace had initially been very preferable, as it was something he was familiar with, and something he could deal with. While admittedly her speeding up had been very troublesome for his endurance, once he'd gotten used to it, and felt he wasn't going to go off too soon, Harry actually began to really enjoy the more frenetic pace. It wasn't long at all before Harry could see and feel the responses Hermione's body made to suggest an impending orgasm. That he was also heading quickly in that direction was very nice, and Harry found himself looking forward to the shared experience: their first mutual orgasm from senseless shagging.

But that's when things went sour- well not truly sour, as it still felt really good. Hermione's pace lessened, and the impending orgasm that he knew they were both closing in on seemed to freeze. With a groan of disappointment, Harry's hands- which until that time had been caressing and kneading her amazing bottom- slid around to her hips, hoping to guide them back to their previous point. A soft giggle brought his eyes up to Hermione's, and that quickly becoming frustrating look of mischief was present again.

Sitting upright so that she didn't need her hands to balance, Hermione seductively cupped her breasts, gaining Harry's attention, and focusing them. This served as a very thorough distraction as she slid her hands down her sides to her hips where she clasped his hands. Eyes connected, hands clasped- palms touching, and fingers interlocked, at that- Hermione couldn't help but think how erotic this felt. It was like she was sharing a special moment with the man she loved. The rather interesting point of fact was that she was in fact doing so, as she knew without a doubt that she loved Harry; even if before this summer it had been completely platonic, and it was only after making love to him that the type of feelings she held for him started getting confused.

Deciding to think some more on that later- like when she had less to hold her attention like the magnificent todger filling her so wonderfully- Hermione allowed her head to loll back a bit, and just enjoy the delicious feelings. While she knew the slight lean might upset her balance, with Harry's hands in her's she knew that he wouldn't let her fall. Not only that, but she could easily pull herself back up if she felt herself slipping. She enjoyed just basking in the sensations for a few moments before curiosity struck her. During their grilling, both Tonks and Fleur had teased her with...advice...that she could use to really drive Harry, or any future lover, crazy. Now, while she didn't have anywhere near either Tonks' or Fleur's muscle control or experience in that area, what she did have was a very fierce curiosity as to whether she could pull it off.

Turning her attention to the man beneath her, Hermione applied a bit of pressure until she'd managed to pin Harry's hands above his head. A triumphant grin crossed her features as Harry let himself be led with very little fuss. It was amazing how much trust and love he had for her, and she had to admit, she rather liked having him in this position. Yes, it was very much a dominant position for her, but it also put her breasts right in his face. All it would take is him going for her sensitive buds to weaken her leverage, and turn the tables. Knowing how easy that was for him to do, and the fact that he hadn't once decided, made this position that much more enjoyable; it also made it that much more thrilling, knowing that it could happen at any moment.

"Okay Harry, hands on the bed, my breasts, or my bum until your turn." Hermione instructed as she pinned his hands above his head. "I want to try something, so just relax, and let me take care of things for now."

When she was sure that he was going to let her have her way, she let his hands go, and brought them to his chest to steady herself. One thing both Fleur and Tonks had stressed was that doing it for the first time could be a little intense.

Harry couldn't help an amused grin from forming at her words, and the familiar position. He'd loved Hermione dearly since at least fourth year, but he couldn't help jokingly thinking that maybe the past week had him falling for a control freak. His only response when she let him go moments later was to just wait and see what she was going to do. As he stared up at his best friend, waiting for her to reveal her new talent, Harry felt his breath nearly leaving him at the sight. Softly rocking her hips back and forth atop him, flushed from her head to the tops of her breasts, nibbling her lip with an expression of concentration and ecstasy on her face: Merlin she was sexy. It was already borderline when she nibbled on her lower lip like that normally, with everything else added to it...it was almost criminally sexy. Smaller Harry seemed to agree, as it twitched slightly inside of her at the sight.

And that's when he felt it. While it was fairly faint, it was still enough. While the slick, velvety feel of Hermione's muscles caressing him were absolutely brilliant, the sudden addition of a soft squeeze, followed by a very slight, rippling flutter tore through the pleasurable haze and caught his attention. The gasp that stole from Harry's lips as he stared wide eyed at Hermione, elicited a smile from the brunette.

"Felt that, did you?" Hermione teased, vowing to get a better handle on that particular skill. Of course, her teasing only caused Harry to confirm his decision to return the favor full bore when he got the advantage. "Good, now playtime's over, Mr. Potter."

And with that, Hermione began rocking her hips against him, grinding their pelvises together as firmly as she could, while steadily increasing the pressure and speed of her ministrations.

Harry sincerely enjoyed the way Hermione felt on top of him. He also fervently enjoyed when she went slow, taking her time, drawing things out for maximum pleasure. Still, there was something to be said for the frenzied, grinding pace she was currently partaking of. Not the least of which was the mesmerizing sight of her bouncing breasts. They were rather spectacular, and the long scar across her torso no longer distracted him from their beauty and the way they moved.

What did distract him a little, was the way Hermione's fists gripped handfuls of his teeshirt as she rode atop him, almost as if she was using them as a set of makeshift reigns. This was made even more evident when she gave a feral growl, and used his teeshirt to pull him into a sitting position so that she could kiss him heartily. It was a very harsh, yet intensely passionate kiss, and Harry was quick to try and recipricate it. Sadly, before he could get too into it, her wet heat clinched around him. With an almost gutteral groan, Hermione pushing him back down, and performed a tight roll of her hips, punctuated by her informing him just how close to cumming she was.

'Yeah, definitely falling for a control freak.' Harry mentally joked, before loosing a strangled cry as her grip around his shaft tightened again, and much more intensely this time.

Harry mused that she must have been holding it back if she was cumming this quickly after she really got going; not that he wasn't desperately doing the same thing. The gorgeous witch on top of him continued her hard, fast grinding, moving with abandon, and seemingly ignoring him in favor of the sensations being generated from their connection. Finally, with a strangled cry, she tipped over the edge. The fluttering of her sheath, and the convulsing of her form as her hips jercked in his lap quikcly drug Harry to his own completion.

Hermione almost collapsed as her strength finally gave out, her breath coming in deep gasping pants. Harry, trying to recover from his own orgasm, could only lay there as his body tried to recover the energy that his orgasm had robbed him of. Thankfully he had some potion induced help in that area.

A few minutes later, having recovered a bit, Hermione shifted herself up so she could see her lover's face, her hands perched on Harry's chest, and her head on them. Having recovered a bit of his strength, Harry's hand came up, and pushed some of her sweaty, bushy locks behind her ear.

"Merlin, Hermione, even sweaty and exhausted, you're still so amazingly beautiful all flushed like that." The bashful blush at Harry's words only seemed to further cement the truth in Harry's words.

"That was amazing, Harry." Hermione said. "Making love is absolutely brilliant, but rutting like bunnies is just as spectacular."

"Well I certainly hope that you haven't worn yourself out, Miss Granger." Harry said. "After all, you did give me a stamina potion, and I do believe it's my turn."

"Wait Harry, not y-eeek." Hermione squealed as Harry flipped them over, and began roving his lips along her neck. "Oooh, hang on a second, give me a.....mmmn....minute. I'm still very sensitive."

"Not a chance." Harry taunted. "Get ready, it's going to be a long night."

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This is really starting to get frustrating. I don't want this to become a smutfest, or to focus too heavily on the sex, considering what their overall plan is, that's kind of hard not to do. Also, for some reason, I can't seem to come up with any really good plot points that would keep this from becoming a smutfic. Sure I've got the training, but I can't really think of anything really specific to teach him like that; at least nothing that I'm overly knowledgable about. Everything I've come up with is overdone, and would probably be better served being glossed over. I think it's going to be a while before I can come back to this one.

It's also getting harder to write this, because I'm starting to lose interest in it.