You Belong With Me

Hermione appraised the couple sitting before her in the room of requirement. That afternoon, Luna had tried entering the room, and noticed nothing unusual. Of course, Hermione had to see for herself, but it did appear that whatever Dumbledore had done, if anything, was only meant to last that night.

She'd been waiting for this all day, itching to know what had happened. She'd gleaned several things, of course. Harry and Ginny certainly seemed to be connected in certain ways. They seemed to react to things that weren't readily apparent, which must be a mental conversation. Hermione would also bet money on them sharing physical sensations as well.

It was readily apparent that something had happened when Ginny had rushed off after lunch. They had returned together hours later, Ginny with an almost vacant smile, and Harry unwilling to leave her side. They sat next to Hermione, remaining cuddled together. Ginny had only given her monosyllabic answers to any questions Hermione had posed her, but slowly seemed to awaken from whatever fugue state she was in.

Now, she looked mostly normal. Ridiculously happy, but seemingly of her sound mind.

"How was it?" Luna asked. Perhaps not the question Hermione would lead with, but still quite relevant.

Ginny and Harry broke into identical smiles. "Incredible." Ginny told her.

"Oh. Good. I'm very happy that it worked."

"So, what is the extent of your connection?" Hermione followed. "Can you share thoughts? Emotions? Sensations?"

"All of the above." Harry replied. "We can feel everything to other feels, and hear each other's thoughts."

"That sounds lovely." Luna chimed.

"It is." Ginny sighed, resting her head across Harry's chest. "Though apparently, we can also control the connection, make it weaker temporarily."

Hermione hummed in thought. The ritual required five rune stones, each representing a different aspect of a relationship- physical, emotional, intellectual, spiritual, and magical. Hermione had developed a hypothesis that a bond would develop with characteristics of these five aspects. The runes had glowed brightly during the ritual, which seemed significant, but was hardly conclusive. Hermione wondered if there were some other aspects of the bond that they hadn't fully realized yet, possibly being the missing 'spiritual' and 'magical' aspects.

"Have either of you felt a difference in your magic?" She asked.

"Not particularly." Harry shook his head.

"Well, we haven't really used magic since we bonded." Ginny equivocated "We could try now?"

"That sounds great! Ask the room for an object that would be at the edge of your ability to levitate, and try it out." Hermione suggested.

The room produced a dresser, which Ginny seemed to easily be able to levitate. Harry received a solid block of stone, which he struggled a bit more with.

"That was a lot easier than it used to be." She marveled. "So does that mean…" She trailed off, and Hermione realized she must be in a silent conversation with Harry.

"Er, so it seems like Ginny pulled some magic from me just now. I think it might have been easier for me, but it might have just been my imagination. I'm going to see if I can push some of my magic to her." Harry explained after a moment, and then placed a hand to Ginny's cheek.

"Oh." She gasped, and Harry pulled away as she raised a hand to her cheek. "That feels… good!"

"Like what?" Hermione probed.

"It sort of tingles? But it also just makes me feel so alive." Ginny gushed "And it seems to be spreading out, settling within me somewhere- it feels warm." She paused, bringing a hand to Harry's cheek. Then she frowned, and furrowed her brow in concentration.

"What is it?"

"It's a lot harder for me to do the same thing to Harry." Ginny replied in consternation.

"Harry has a larger magical core than you." Luna suggested "Zimbeels tend to follow around people with large magical cores, and Harry has a massive swarm stalking him."

"Fascinating." Hermione replied dryly. "Any other revelations from these Zimbeels?"

"You have the most out of the three of us, though Ginny has more than me. I 'm not too sensitive about it though, there's a lot more to being a good witch or wizard than raw power."

"That's very wise, Luna." Harry told her "A brilliant witch once told me something very similar to that." Hermione blushed.

"Since the ritual worked, does that mean we can have sex with Harry now?" Luna asked. "I've been thinking about it quite a bit."

Hermione was about to protest that they couldn't just jump into having sex with Harry because she had a schedule, but she held back. Her original schedule had her waiting another two weeks before becoming fully intimate with him.

However, watching Harry and Ginny perform the ritual had changed her perspective. The couple had seemed to wield their sexuality effortlessly. It wasn't just that it made Hermione feel inadequate (though it had) it was that it was possible that that level of connection was necessary to make the bond work. The glowing had reacted to their rising passion, and if Hermione couldn't illicit the same result, the bonding might not happen.

Basically, she needed a lot more practice than she'd thought. The fact that the image of Harry's naked body and the way Harry fucked Ginny against the desk kept popping into her head all day had nothing to do with it.

"I think we should. Soon, I mean." Hermione blushed brilliantly "I think we're going to need a lot of practice in order to be certain that the ritual will work." Ginny grinned devilishly, while Harry himself smiled bashfully. Hermione was having a hard time looking at him.

"I guess it's only proper that Hermione goes first." Luna admitted. "I suppose you would like to do it tomorrow then?"

"Tomorrow?" Hermione chirped "I mean, that would be lovely. If Harry and Ginny are okay with it, that is."

Harry and Ginny exchanged the briefest looks. "That sounds wonderful." Harry agreed, looking at her warmly. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes!" Hermione affirmed enthusiastically. "I mean, I do. Thanks. I mean for making sure. I'm not going to thank you for having sex with me. N-not that I don't think-"

Harry kissed her, mercifully silencing whatever butchered explanation she was about to give. Harry deepened the kiss, and Hermione immediately melted, clutching his shoulders for support as she moaned deeply.

Hermione's mind, which normally constantly analyzed, questioned, and worried over every little thing, went blank as she sank into him, completely immersed in his kiss, the way his arms held her, his smell and the press of his body.

When he pulled away, she subconsciously tried to follow him, but was stopped by the gentle press of his hands on her shoulders. Regaining her bearings, she noticed that Ginny was flushed and staring lustfully at Harry.

Hermione tried to ignore how Harry and Ginny immediately tackled each other after their 'meeting'. She especially ignored how apparently whatever they'd done only taken seconds, as the two of them caught up with them before they'd even turned the corner to the next corridor.

They both looked supremely satisfied.

Before Ginny, Harry and Hermione had made it back to the common room, Harry froze and suddenly said. "Ron."

He'd been so caught up with what was happening with Ginny that he'd forgotten their plan to tell Ron after they knew the ritual worked.

Harry felt Ginny's internal sigh. He quickly surmised that she just wished her older brother would go stuff it. Reading into her thoughts, it was clear that she resented him for 'dumping her' as soon as he got to Hogwarts, with new, cooler friends. She also wasn't happy with the way he'd handled the 'thing' he and Hermione had had, or how he'd treated Harry at times over the course of their friendship.

"Harry." Hermione sighed. "I know, we have to tell him. But can we just wait."

"We've already waited." Harry noted.

"Yes. But." She shook her head in frustration. "I just know he's going to ruin everything if we tell him tomorrow. We're going to be miserable and we have plans."

"Oh."

"I know, its selfish, but I just want this to go right. I don't want to have to deal with Ron tomorrow. We can tell him Monday, I promise." Hermione bargained.

Harry caved under Hermione's pleading look and Ginny's silent agreement. "Alright. Monday."

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Hermione never considered herself one to care about her looks. She had her intellect, what use were looks? Of course, when she nabbed quidditch superstar Victor Krum as her date to the Yule ball, she went all out. She hadn't really gotten why other girls cared so much about that stuff until she felt everyone's eyes on her (though she'd really only cared about Victor, Ron, and Harry's). It had been incredibly validating.

Hermione found herself in the same predicament Sunday evening that she had been the evening of the Yule ball. She really did want to impress Harry. However, this time she didn't really have anyone to help her or commiserate with other than Luna, who would probably not be that helpful, and Ginny- but Hermione didn't want Harry watching in.

So she had to make a lot of judgement calls herself. Which pair of undergarments would Harry like the best? Or maybe she shouldn't wear any at all… no that was stupid. She had a few dresses to choose from, but which one would Harry like the most? She tried to cast her mind back to how Harry had reacted to various dresses from other girls, but was coming up blank. It just wasn't something she had paid that much attention to. She could see how Ginny's years of Harry watching must have come in handy for her.

She evaluated a slim black dress that she'd gotten last summer. It had a deep neck that cut through her cleavage, and was partially bare on the back. Boys love boobs, don't they?

Of course, Hermione knew that most men loved boobs. But did Harry? After all, he was dating Ginny, who was a bit lacking that department, maybe this dress wouldn't do anything for him? She felt lost.

But then she remembered. The way Harry's eyes had roamed up her body on Friday night, lustfully taking in her exposed chest. Her body flushed hot. Yeah, he liked her breasts.

She wished she had been more prepared. She should have read up on sexual technique, but Parvati and Lavender had made it almost seem like that was solely the guy's job. Of course that was wrong, but finding out more had never been a priority for her, and by the time it had become a priority (very recently) other things had taken even greater importance.

Ginny had blown the idea that sex was 'the guy's job' out of the water, and she knew Harry would be expecting something from Hermione- but she honestly had no idea what to do. The only comfort was that Harry really did seem to know what he was doing, and would help her figure things out. Which was the point Hermione reminded herself. She couldn't expect to be perfect on the first try, you had to learn- unless you had Harry and Ginny's ridiculous chemistry.

She went with the black dress, along with the most revealing set of lingerie that she had, and was trying fruitlessly to tame her hair when she heard someone knock on her window. She startled, but realized it could only be one person. She threw open the window, letting the cool night air in, along with…

"Harry!" Hermione whispered "What are you doing here? Anybody could have been in here!" Harry stepped through the window, leaving his broom hovering outside. He had cleaned up as well, going with a button-down shirt and muggle dress pants.

"Picking you up. Us leaving together dressed up like this would raise eyebrows." He answered "And I have the marauders' map."

His eyes swept across her body, pausing at the cleavage her dress revealed. She had a feeling that he was remembering how she had looked the other night. After a long moment, he startled and looked back up to her face, flushed. Hermione had never thought she'd be so satisfied to have a guy ogle her breasts.

She had no illusions, she had one of the larger bra sizes of the girls at Hogwarts, but she normally hid it with conservative and bulky clothing. She sure as hell wasn't hiding it now.

"Oh." He'd had a good point. "Well." She didn't really have anything else to do to get ready, either. And damn he looked dashing, he was still flushed, his hair was windswept, his eyes seemed to twinkle mischievously, he radiated confidence. Hermione was positively charmed.

"Shall we?" He asked, holding out his hand formally.

"Lead on good sir." She joked as she took his hand. Harry laughed.

As they settled on the broom, Hermione immediately understood why Harry and Demelza's broom rides had been such a big deal. She could feel his erection pressed against her bum, and her partially exposed back was pressed right against his solid chest. His arms encircled her in order to grip the broom, and her body soaked up his warmth in the cool night air.

Harry took the gently around the castle, coasting to scenic views overlooking the lake and near the astronomy tower. All the while they talked as they always had, about classes and friends, occasionally interrupted by Harry gently teasing her. It was comfortable and lovely, even as Harry's body never fully left her awareness.

They eventually came to a stop at a landing near the room of requirement, and Harry produced the invisibility cloak. The two of them pressed together under the cloak, more than they probably needed to, and Hermione felt, of all things, comfortable. Everything was just perfect. She wasn't nervous, not anymore, because this was Harry, just Harry. Kind, noble, loving, self-sacrificing to a fault- her best friend.

Her body was buzzing. Her heartbeat was picking up and her breathing was as well. He looked good, he felt good pressing in from behind her- strong and comforting. He even smelled good. He was her best friend, yes, but he was also a man. Very obviously a man. She added, thinking back to the feel of his erection against her.

Harry paced in front of the entrance to the room of requirement, wondering what he was preparing. They entered a nice, comfortable room. A bed was in the corner, as well as a loveseat in from of a small fireplace. In the center was a small glass table with a tray full of deserts on it.

The room couldn't provide food, which meant… he set this up, she realized with a thrill he planned all of this. She turned to him, her eyes glistening. "This is lovely, Harry." She said softly "Thank you."

"No. Thank you 'Mione. For being my best friend for all these years. For putting up with me when I was being a prat. For sticking with me when I was in danger. For saving me."

He was looking down at her, his eyes impossibly warm and loving. "I don't think there's a better way, or a better time to say it, so I'm just going to do it." What was he getting at? "I love you, 'Mione."

It was then that Hermione realized that she was an idiot. She wanted to take a time turner, find her eleven-year-old self, and throttle her. Because she loved him too. God damn it she loved him too. Harry, who could always make her smile. Harry, who'd stand by her through anything. Harry, who she couldn't imagine her life without.

For the brightest witch of her age, she had been so bleeding stupid for so long. She'd been pining for Ron for years when Harry had been right under her nose the entire time. What had possessed her in first year to go after the boy who had made her go cry in the bathroom over the boy who had thrown himself on top of a mountain troll to try to save her?

She should have realized. She should have tried to win his affection. But she hadn't.

Maybe this was fate giving her a second chance? Sure, Harry wouldn't be hers but they'd be together, they'd be there for each other.

"I love you too." Hermione choked out. "And I'm sorry for being so stupid about it for so long."

"I was stupid about it too." He assured her, provoking a wet chuckle.

"I was worse." She insisted tearily "I went after Ron."

"And I went after Cho Chang. I'd say we're at least even."

There was so much she wanted to say. I wasted so much time. I could have had you for years. I should have realized after you saved me from the troll. I should have asked you to the Yule ball.

But she couldn't, because Harry was kissing her. Their previous kisses had been hot, and undeniably sexy, but this kiss… fireworks were going off in her head. This was ecstasy, completion, love.

She melted into his arms as the molded into each other, body to body. The kiss had acted like a bolt of lightning, sensitizing every part of her. She pressed herself as close as possible to him, sending tingles of warm pleasure across her body. She wanted more.

Her hands went to his shirt, popping the buttons open one by one while they both caught their breath. She realized she was licking her lips as his chest and torso were being exposed. He really was magnificent. Harry shrugged, letting the shirt fall to the floor. She knew she was staring, but could anyone blame her?

"Like what you see?" He asked, a tad self-conscious.

Hermione bit her lip and nodded, her gaze tracked down and she noticed the tenting in his trousers. "Err… yeah." She finally managed, blushing. "You're.." Attractive. Hot. Sexy. "…nice."

His eyes met hers knowingly, before he moved in for another kiss. This time, Harry's hands weren't nearly as cautious. They ran down her back, stroking the exposed skin and sending tingles down her spine. They rubbed her thigh, teasing as they skirted inwards and upwards briefly before heading towards more respectable territory. And finally, he fondled her breasts. He looked down at them as he did so, a mixture of lust and yearning, and Hermione needed this dress to come off now.

Within seconds, the dress was pooled at her feet, leaving her just in her lacy black bra and panties. Harry's eyes travelled across her body, her legs, her thighs, her crotch, her torso, her chest (where he paused for a moment, and bit his lip), her shoulders, and finally her face.

Her breath caught. His eyes were like fire. She was suddenly trembling as Harry advanced on her again. Despite being more exposed than ever, she felt impossibly hot. She was sure she was flushed all over.

"Oh my god." He breathed. "'Mione. You're so sexy." Hermione shuddered at the lust and awe in his voice.

As Harry's lips met hers in another passionate kiss, his hand went to her chest again. He rubbed firmly, massaging her through the material of her bra. She whined, and her own hands explored his body, feeling how his muscles knit together under his skin, memorizing him. Her mouth left his, and she began kissing his body- his ridiculously sexy body.

But she froze when Harry's hands, very deliberately, went to the latch of her bra. His eyes locked with hers, silently requesting her permission. Instead of granting it, her hands swiftly went to the latch herself, and unhooked it, letting the strip of fabric fall free.

Harry's eyes went wide as he took her in, and he let out a quiet groan. His hand tentatively went to her chest, but once he made contact all hesitation left him. He took her breasts in his hands, and he breathed his nickname for her softly. Hermione whined at the attention he was giving her. He cupped them, caressed them, squeezed and massaged them; he rubbed and pinched gently at her nipple, eliciting soft whimpers from her.

I guess I do have something that Ginny doesn't. She thought cockily, before that train of thought was completely derailed, because Harry had just kissed one of her nipples, and was now sucking at it.

Mouths are wonderful things. Hermione thought, dazed. Really bloody spectacular things. Because yes, Harry's fingers caressing her felt nice, but his mouth, his mouth felt like something sent strait from heaven. "Oh." She whimpered. "H-h-harry. That's just- uhnnnnng." His mouth switched to her other nipple, and sucked on it even more firmly, drawing it in with the force of his suction, and nipping lightly at her nipple. She let out a small cry, trailing off in a sharp whimper.

Her knees wobbled embarrassingly, and she had to clutch at Harry shoulders to stay balanced. With no further prompting, Harry picked her up bridal style and carried her to the bed. Hermione squeaked as he did so, but then found herself marveling at how he could so effortlessly carry her.

He laid her out on the bed, and began undoing his belt. Hermione sat up eagerly, watching intently as he pushed down his pants. She could see the outline of his penis, proudly erect, pressing against the fabric of his boxers. It was so tempting to just grab it, it practically demanded her attention.

Almost of its own accord, one of her hands palmed his erection. She delighted in the soft gasp Harry made, but she wanted more, she wanted to feel him. Her hand slid under his boxers and grasped his cock. Her hand wrapped around the shaft, memorizing the way it felt- the way his skin rippled as she stroked it, the way it seemed to radiate heat, the way it twitched and throbbed at stimulation, the way her touch triggered delicious little moans from Harry. There was something else too, not unlike holding a wand- she could feel the soft buzz of magic.

She nudged his boxers down, setting Harry's penis free. She took in the sight of him. It was hard, thick, and firm, flushed red and throbbing with blood. Hermione was a clever witch. More than just a clever witch, she had an intellect that was beyond potentially everyone else at Hogwarts. But right now every corner of that brilliant mind was focused on Harry's body. Observing his cock, noting the way he reacted to her every movement, where his eyes wandered on her body, how he moaned in response to her stroking. She wasn't just ogling his body, she was analyzing him like a puzzle, trying to crack him, trying to figure out how to make him come undone.

Curious, she cupped his testicles with one of her hands, cradling the delicate orbs as she observed them, taking in their texture and consistency. They felt almost like hot coals, burning with magic. As she fondled them, they seemed to curl back into his body. She wondered what that meant.

She bet he'd like it if she kissed his cock, or maybe licked it, sucked on it? She found that, now that she had his cock in her hand, she really wanted to do that. She wanted to suck on this gorgeous thing that seemed to be the center of Harry's sexuality. She wanted to take this shaft that seemed to be bursting with Harry's sexual energy and make him give himself to her.

She didn't have any idea of the specifics of giving a blowjob, but at that moment she didn't care. She'd figure it out. On an impulse leaned over and licked his shaft, right from the base to the tip. She was immersed in his taste and scent- strong, musky, and masculine. It acted like a drug, clouding her mind.

Spurred on by the moan she had elicited from Harry, but unsure of exactly how to proceed, Hermione began licking and kissing around the tip of his shaft. As she licked his head, she tasted the strong tang of what could only be semen, with the sharp tingle of magic accompanying it. She moaned, and driven by pure instinct, sank down on his shaft, taking his tip into her mouth.

"Oh 'Moine" Harry moaned "Just like that." His hand went to cup her cheek gently, and Hermione felt her heart melt a little at the pure tenderness of the action. He wasn't forcing her down further, just stroking the side of her face affectionately.

Hermione met his gaze, and began bobbing her head up and down, never taking in much more than top of his shaft. She struggled with trying to go down further, she knew she was supposed to, but he just seemed so long and thick. She'd choke, surely.

But there was something urging her on, even more than Harry's approving whines and moans. She could feel his magic even more acutely with her lips and tongue. How it surged and flowed through his cock, building up. It was addictive, like tasting mana from heaven, and she wanted more.

Despite her insecurities, she took him deeper. His magic surged within his shaft as she pushed herself further. She moaned, he was just so powerful. She had no idea how so much magical potency could be held in one place without blowing. But then, she realized he probably was about to blow.

As if on cue Harry groaned "Mione! I'm getting close." His voice was raw, laced with unabashed desire and eyes were shining with equal measures of lust and love. As much as he wanted her to stay down, he'd understand if she wanted to pull away.

She held his gaze brazenly, and defiantly took him all the way into her mouth for the first time, so that her nose was buried against his crotch. Harry cried out, and Hermione instantly knew he was coming. His cock somehow hardened even further in her mouth, as his magic exploded. The first burst of his cum shot directly into the back of her throat, triggering her coughing reflex. As this was happening, a torrent of magic was released, laced in his cum. It stung her throat, burning with an almost but not quite sexual pleasure.

Hermione pulled back reflexively, mouth open wide as she rasped for breath, and the next volley of cum landed on her lips and tongue. The next shot was significantly less powerful than the first two, but still coated her chin and neck with his essence.

After his orgasm was finished and his cock hung limp between his legs, Hermione sat up, her mouth hanging half open in ecstasy, revealing to Harry that his cum was painted along the inside of her mouth and pooled on her tongue. Her eyes slid shut, and she let out a low moan as she savored the feel of his magic in her mouth. Then she tipped her head back and swallowed, allowing his cum to slide down her throat.

Like warm soup, it pooled in her stomach, and like a wave it spread through her body. As it spread, it sensitized her. His magic reached her nipples- they stood up diamond hard, and every gentle waft of air sparked stinging tingles. When it reached her clit, it pulsed, becoming more sensitive and engorged than Hermione had ever remembered it being. She became acutely aware that she was still wearing panties, as their rubbing against her clit was suddenly unbearable. His semen seared her skin with pleasure where it remained on her chin, neck, and where it ran down to her cleavage. Beyond that, every patch of her skin was affected. She could feel his magic now, like an intense heat radiating off his body. She was acutely aware of his presence and her body was ready.

"Harry." Hermione whimpered. "Please. Need you." She threw her head back and arched her hips forward. She trembled as she sensed him approaching her, goosebumps appearing where he hovered closely. Her hips twitched forward, but for nothing, as Harry instead wrapped his arms around her, supporting her upper body and easing her to the bed. Then he kissed her.

Of course, since he'd just painted her mouth with his cum, it was by far the most sensitized part of her. Her lips were swollen red, and as he parted them, Hermione's world exploded in near-orgasmic bliss. Through the haze of pleasure, she was wracked by confusion, how was it possible for kissing to feel this good? Harry's hand went to cup her breast and rub at her nipple, driving her even further out of her mind.

Arching electricity ran through her body, concentrating in her core, where the pleasure soared higher and higher but without a mechanism for release. Hermione whimpered frantically into his mouth, her hips arched desperately in search of some sort of friction- and they found it. She ground against Harry's thigh, and though her clit wasn't directly stimulated, the friction rubbed her panties against the sensitive nub. It was enough to push her over the edge.

Her orgasm was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Her entire body pulsed with pleasure, and each pulse seemed to expel some of Harry's magic. This was particularly intense in her cunt, which seemed to erupt in fire with each contraction.

Harry had pulled back in confusion, and the noises that had been muffled by his mouth were free to escape. She cried out ferally. Her hips bucked, grinding herself against his thigh roughly, thoughtlessly seeking stimulation. Her body contorted itself, almost grotesquely as it was wracked by her orgasm and Harry's magic.

The orgasm lasted inordinately long, and she he was delirious when it finally burned out. She could feel his expelled magic wafting around her like steam, she could smell it, mixed with the scent of sex. It left her drunk.

"You alright 'Mione?" He asked her softly, leaning over carefully to kiss her again.

Words Hermione! Use words! "Uh-huh." She managed.

"You ready for more?" He grinned mischievously.

Hermione had experienced the most powerful, satisfying, all-encompassing pleasure of her life, yet that was all it took. One look from him and she swore she felt a pulse of something ring through her body with a thump. Her labored breathing hitched, her eyes went wide, and her core throbbed. She wanted his body, she wanted his magic, she wanted his cock, she wanted Harry.