Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ I'm A What? ❯ Lunar Amour ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter: 4 Lunar Amour

AN: This chapter takes place during chapter thirteen.

The sweet sound of a giggling goddess filled the witches mind.

Through half lidded eyes, Harry looked out into the dimly lit room; her emerald orbs peering through the candle light in search for the owner of the giggling.

And then she felt it. Hands, soft and slender hands moving at a leisurely pace over her delicate skin as though they were trying to memorise the curves and counter‘s of Harry‘s naked feminine body before one was suddenly buried in her luxurious black locks as its counter part wrapped around her slender waist; pulling Harry into fierce embrace where her lips were locked against an equally soft pair.

Responding automatically to the touch, the witch parted her lips as a signal to the mysterious figure to continue.  Giggling in response, the figure used the arms wrapped around Harry’s waist to pull the newly turned witch closer, bringing their full breasts together and rubbing their aroused nipples against one another; sending a shiver of pleasure down Harry’s spin . 

Acting without really thinking about it, Harry enveloped her own arms around the figure’s slender waist, rubbing her hands up and down the silky smoothness of her back as their bodies pressed together tightly; their moist tongues meeting in a fiery dance as their angelic forms were lowered onto the soft covers of a Griffindor four-poster.

The powerful muscles warred like a pair of Greek kings untill the lovers had to break the embrace to breath. Panting from lack of breath, Harry slowly opened her emerald green eyes to find herself staring at the most beautiful pair of chocolate brown orbs the witch had ever seen.

“Hermione…?”

The witch never answered and instead responded to Harry’s question by smiling seductively before pouncing on the darker haired sixth year; her full lips attacking Harry’s creamy skin with all the desire and hunger of a starving tigress.

Although shocked by the action, Harry had managed to keep one arm around Hermione’s slender neck, her delicate fingers tangling in the wash of chestnut coloured locks while her other hand ran down her back to the smooth curves of her buttocks; cupping one of the firm orbs and squeezing the flesh tightly. Moaning from the pleasurable pressure, Hermione tangled her own hand in Harry‘s dark locks; keeping the witch’s mouth firmly against her own as her tongue ran along the upper side of Harry‘s mouth.

The position they were in allowed Harry to slowly slide one of her smooth legs up and along Hermione's to her tanned thigh, giving the witch better leverage to kiss the brunet more deeply and bring their bodies closer together. Then suddenly Hermione broke away and began hungrily kissing down her neck and jaw; making Harry gasp in pleasure as she felt her classmate suck the skin of her neck and shoulder blades while her tender hands sensually worked their way to her breasts.

A soft moan left Harry’s red lips as she felt Hermione outline the edge of her mounds with her soft hands before slowly tracing over the sensitive skin further inwards with the pads oh her fingertips. Unprepared for the tingling pleasure that the touch caused, she was unable to stop her back from arching against the witch’s touch, pressing her full breasts further into Hermione’s grasp while also rolling her head back; exposing more skin for the seductive vixen to kiss.

Grinning in an almost feline fashion as she noticed Harry's reaction to her touch, Hermione lightly grazed her thumbs over her lover’s coral-pink nipples before lowering her head and taking one of the buds into her burning orifice.

“Merlin Hermione…” The witch moaned as she felt her friend’s lips suckling the sensitive flesh of her nipple, her perfect teeth tenderly nipping at the rosy bud before her devilishly skilled tongue began licking it; the burning moisture coating the muscle soothing the pleasurable sting and replacing it with immense pleasure. When she was satisfied with the right, Hermione then moved onto Harry’s left breast, giving it the exact same attention as it's predecessor while her fingers kept the other one involved. 

Meanwhile, the hand that had left her breast slowly grazed over the flesh the of her lower belly until it found it's way to Harry’s soaking neither lips. Grinning down at her, Hermione started stroking the dark haired beauty, making golden Snitches start dancing in front of her emerald eyes as she felt the far from soft motion. The witch’s fingers expertly caressed her burning flesh, the rough pad of her thumb stimulating her lover’s burning clit as she plunged two fingers deep inside her.

“Ooh, Merlin! Hermione more!” Harry cried as the curly haired witch began working her digits inside her depths.

However Hermione was already way ahead of her and keeping her hand cupped around her friend’s breast, the brunet started to slowly kiss her way down Harry's stomach, using her tongue to lavish attention on the sensitive skin on her belly and making the witch close her eyes; savouring the delicious sensation of passion boiling inside her like nothing she had ever felt before.

Continuing her attentions onto the witch’s lower body, Hermione began lightly kissing the inside of Harry’s thigh as her devious fingers plunged in and out of her burning core; making the dark haired teen buck her hips against the attacking digits as she cried out for more. And answering her lovers calls; it wasn't long before the brunet reached the spot below the witch’s pelvis.

Removing her fingers from Harry’s burning core and placing her hands on the older teen's legs, Hermione began sensuously caressing the soft skin of her thighs up to her knees before parting them; giving the witch a first class view of Harry’s real feminine beauty.

Noticing where Hermione was gazing, a deep blush stained Harry’s face but did not fight the witch as she spread her legs further apart before slowly lowering her head. The feel of her friend’s hot breath washing against her lower region caused Harry to subconsciously spread her legs further apart; trying to receive more of the pleasurable sensation before suddenly grabbing fistfuls of the chestnut coloured locks as Hermione’s tongue began tracing her labia.

Better positioning her hands on Harry's inner thighs so she would have better access, Hermione started to slowly lick up and down the moist folds of her pussy, causing the recipient to close her cloudy, emerald eyes and moan loudly while urging her friend to go deeper by bucking her hips and using the hand she had tangled in the long, curly locks to hold the witch down. But Hermione kept licking, varying her motions between circular twirls and fluid strokes of her long tongue. Caught off guard by the rush of pleasure from the changing sensations, Harry’s moans became shorter and heavier as she absorbed the avalanche of ecstasy her friend caused and couldn’t stop herself as she started to swing her hips in tune with Hermione's tongue.

More turned on than ever by her lovers motions, Hermione then used her fingers to spread Harry’s womanhood open before inserting her tongue inside the burning tunnel as far as she could; causing the ebony haired beauty to shriek in ecstasy as she felt the warm muscle invading her depths.

“Oh-oh-Merlin Hermione!” Harry cried, her emerald eyes locked to her lovers chocolate orbs as she watched the gorgeous witch withdraw her glistening, rosy tongue from her core before wrapping her full lips around her clit; tugging the bud softly while pushing two slender fingers deep into her friend’s burning centre. That made all the difference and Harry's body suddenly started bucking uncontrollably as her moans rose to a feverish pitch.

"OOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!! MMMEEERRRRLLLLIIIINNNNN…… HERMIONE….. YEEEESSSS!!!!!  " Harry cried, suddenly waking from her dream and bolting upright from the warmth of her bed covers. Her breathing was ragged and waves of ecstasy flowed through her veins like blood, the sensation of her internal muscles contracting only heightened the witch’s pleasure as a feeling of warm release consumed her.

It took several minutes before her orgasm finally receded and gasping for breath, Harry fell flat on her back. Looking down at herself, a annoyed groan passing her lips as she saw the layer of sweat that was clearly visible; glistening on her creamy skin in the dim morning light that shone through the gapes in her four poster. She needed a shower; Badly.

Rubbing the sleep from her drowsy eyes, Harry rose from the bed and slipped an enchanted silk gown that she’d bought on the last visit to Hogsmeade before drawing the crimson curtains of the four poster back. Greeted by the sight of the inhabitants of the sixth year girls dormitory sleeping peacefully in their beds, Harry was once again grateful that at one point the Four Posters had been enchanted with silencing charms that would seal in all noise made within once the curtains were drawn. Careful not to wake her roommates, Harry grabbed the folded up clothes she had laid out on her trunk the night before and slowly made her way to the dormitory’s on-sweet bathroom.

It had now been just over three weeks since that fateful day when Harry Potter drank the poorly concocted Metamorphic Potion which had changed the witch from a him to a her and Harry had to admit; it wasn’t so bad being a girl.

Like so many other things about her life, the incident in the Grate Hall between her and Draco had become a Hogwarts Legend, indeed it was also a testament to the speed at which gossip could travel around the school; by the next day their was not a single student, professor or ghost that had not heard the tale and apparently got a good laugh out of it.

Remembering the incident, a small smile spread across Harry’s lips as she pictured at the look of agony and embarrassment that Draco had worn when she grabbed his balls. Although it was a dangerous move to make in such a crowded place; Harry would have been willing to do a hundred detentions and risk double that number of house points to see the slimy ferret where that look again.

However, it seemed that Harry’s little stunt had done more than just teach Draco Malfoy an important lesson about respecting witches. Unlike before, when the witches every move was watched by the hungry and curious gaze of the schools male populace, now it seemed every male student was to afraid to even look at her; something she was very happy about.

Closing the door silently behind her, Harry grabbed a crimson and gold fluffy towel from the small cupboard beside the bathroom door before letting the robe slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet. Walking into the nearest shower, the witch turned the water to an almost burning temperature and stepped into the steaming spray; her eyes falling closed as the scalding stream washed over her and taking with it all evidence of her dream endued climax.

Although Harry would like to say that this was the first time she had had an erotic dream about her best friend, the fact was they had been happening quite regularly; almost nightly for the past week to be more exact. It had started innocent enough, just her and Hermione laughing about his or that then holding hands with the odd stray touch and before the dark haired saviour knew it; her nights were filled with the images of her and her friend looked in passionate embraces but tonight was the first time she had actually climaxed from it.

Slowly, her eyelids slide back and Harry watched as the steaming water ran over her body before draining away at her feet. Why this was happening to her?

Using her hands to rub the liquid into her soft skin, Harry’s thoughts began to drift back to her dreams. They were so wrong and yet so right and that’s what was most confusing her; Why were they of her best friend, Hermione Granger?

Suddenly, her body was rocked by a wave of intense shivers as she remembered the images that had played before her eyes and pleasure the vision had brought her. The image of Hermione standing naked before her, a mischievous gleam shinning in her chocolate orbs as she gazed down at Harry like a starving beast…

However, Lavender’s and Parvati’s hushed voice’s suddenly woke her from her trance. Deciding that it would probably be better to continue this train of thought when her roommates may not walk in on her, Harry turned the water off and was about to step out the shower when a loud shriek suddenly echoed around the walls of the 7th year dormitory.

Recognising the scream as Hermione’s, Harry practically jumped out the shower before grabbing her robe and slipping her arms into it; tying the rope loosely around her waist she rushed across the room to the door. Almost throwing the door of it hinges in her haste, Harry narrowly avoided falling flat on her face as she was greeted by the sight before her…

Both Lavender and Parvati were doubled over on their respective four-posters, arms wrapped around their waists as they roared with so much laugher that Harry wondered how they were able to breath. Hermione on the other hand was not so amused and stood over them with a look like she was about to murder the laughing girls.

It seemed that Lavender and Parvati had taken it upon them selves to wake the once sleeping Hermione and judging from the water dripping from her hair and trailing along her creamy skin; it had involved the use of a water charm. Unfortunately for Harry, the charm had done more than just wake the sleeping witch as the thin material of her wet pyjamas was quickly sticking to the skin beneath.

Before she could stop herself, Harry’s eyes travelled down her friend’s body and her mouth went completely dry as she saw that Hermione Granger didn‘t wear any underwear to bed. And although the thin cotton clothes may not have been made to be sexual, Hermione’s body definitely made them seem that way as her eyes hungrily ran up and down her body in a daze of passion. Everything about her seemed so perfect. From her normally beautiful face and long locks of curly, chestnut coloured hair, down to her large sexy breasts that seemed so full and alluring, past her smooth stomach and along her long sexy legs...

Suddenly looking away as she came to her friend’s bare feet, Harry quickly turned around and shut the bathroom door behind her; hiding her from view before anyone noticed her presence in the dorm. Her breath was ragged and her heart beat so fast that the witch thought her roommates might just hear it.

Although she didn’t know why this was happening to her, Harry knew that she would have to get it sorted before she did something she might regret…

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“And now, it really is time for bed.”

Getting to his feet, Harry walked across the office and was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something, something she had been intending to ask the Headmaster but had slipped from her mind at some point while in the Pensieve.

“Yes Harry?” Asked Dumbledore, noticing that the witch had suddenly come to a halt.

“Well…um… it’s just…” Harry stuttered while turning to face the aging wizard, unsure of how to put his question for fear of giving to much away. “I’ve been having some unusual dreams recently professor and I was wondering if…”

“Harry…” Dumbledore interrupted, his twinkling eyes looking over his half moon spectacles at the witch with kindly smile playing across his lips. “With Lord Voldemort’s return, it should not be that surprising you are having nightmares; I would have thought that the event’s of last year would made that obvi…”

“They are not about Voldemort professor.” Harry interrupted, making the aging wizard fix her with a bemused look before gesturing for her to return to her seat. Obviously, that was not what the headmaster had been expecting her to say.

“Tell me about these dreams Harry.”

“Well their kind of varied but always involve me and Hermione and we’re doing…things” Harry explained, blushing as she remembered just what sort of ’things’ she had been doing with the imaginary beauty just the night before.

“And how long have you been having these dreams Harry?” Dumbledore asked, showing no signs of embarrassment at the witch’s confession.

“About a week now sir.”

“I see…” Dumbledore stated before sighing heavily and asking “How much do you know about werewolves Harry?”

“Not very much.” Harry answered though slightly confused by the question. Although she could remember that disastrous Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson hosted by professor Snap in her third year; she couldn’t help but look back on it as more of a chance for Snap to humiliate Hermione as he had done more of that than teaching them about the dark creatures.

“Well, what you need to understand Harry is that Werewolves are extremely instinctual creatures around the time of the full moon.” Explained the headmaster, fixing the witch with a serious look that left no doubt in Harry’s mind that Dumbledore wanted him to pay attention. “In particular Harry, they follow the instincts to hunt, eat and mate.”

Suddenly, realisation dawned on the witch. “Professor…Does that mean?”

“I believe Harry, that the reason for your dreams is that the full moon is heightening certain feelings you may posses for Miss Granger and will continue to do so until the night of the full moon.”

“And then what Professor?” Harry asked but not really sure if she wanted to know the answer.

“I’m afraid I don’t know Harry?” the headmaster said sadly and for a second, Harry was sure she saw a glimmer of disappoint in the wizards eyes. “But I do know you must be extremely careful until then Harry as these feelings will continue to grow more powerful and if you lose control…”

Harry didn’t need to hear any more and running a hand through her thick locks before giving a nod of understanding; the witch said Goodnight before leaving the office.

Using quick strides to walk through the office’s wait room, Harry never noticed the other presence in the room until she heard the words “You zould talk to er ’Arry”.