Head Girl
Looking around the private living area of the Head Prefect's tower, she couldn't help but wonder what it had been like when Tom Riddle, Bill Weasley, and Harry's parents had served as heads of the prefects. Had it resembled this? What privileges had they enjoyed in this secluded quarter? After all, Harry's parents had been Head Boy and Girl together...
Swallowing hard, she allowed herself to imagine what it might have been like if Harry had accepted the role of Head Boy this year. But, of course, he hadn't. The Chosen One had grown weary of being singled out.
Technically, this was their seventh year of school, considering that last year, while the rest of their classmates had been at Hogwarts for their seventh year, they (She, Harry, and Ron) had been hunting Horcruxes and battling a Dark Lord. Many of her classmates had dropped out in fear, or for reasons she wished weren't true: some had borne the Dark Mark and fought on the wrong side of the war.
Crossing her arms, she impatiently waited and stared at the door, wondering when the Head Boy would finally make his appearance.
As she impatiently waited, the door to the private living area finally creaked open. In walked a tall, lean figure with strikingly dark features, and her breath caught in her throat. His long eyelashes framed deep, enigmatic eyes that seemed to hold untold secrets. He wore a charming, boyish smile that hinted at both confidence and mischief, and a wave of rich brunette hair cascaded effortlessly across his forehead. It was Theodore Nott.
Theodore had dropped out only two months into the year last year, leaving everyone to speculate about his motives. There were strong suspicions that he had done so to follow in his father's footsteps and potentially get initiated into the Death Eater ranks, but concrete proof had always eluded them. So, It was not entirely surprising that he had become the Head Boy this year, given that Theodore Nott was one of the most intelligent young men at Hogwarts, alongside Malfoy.
For Malfoy, it was abundantly clear why he hadn't been chosen as Head Boy. His ill-fated attempt to assassinate the headmaster had left him with a tarnished reputation.
Hermione couldn't help but recall that Theodore was on probation, a status he shared with Malfoy and several other Slytherins who had been compelled to return for their final year. The question that gnawed at her was what had landed Theodore in such trouble. Had he, in fact, taken the dark mark? It seemed like a risky move to allow someone with his rumored connections to reaffirm his position as a "good student" and grant him the prestigious title of "Head Boy." After Harry, she couldn't help but think that they could have chosen a more suitable candidate.
"Granger, are you waiting up for me?" he inquired as he entered their shared space, casually settling himself on the living room couch while raising an eyebrow at her.
"No," she replied curtly. "However, everyone else has been in their dorms for at least over an hour now." Her tone held a hint of annoyance as she noted his late arrival.
"And?" He yawned.
"And," she began, her voice carrying a tone of exasperation, "as Head Boy, you might want to set a better example for the rest of the students, especially considering your... history."
He leaned back on the couch, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Fair point, Granger," he conceded, nodding. "I'll keep that in mind for the future. But you know, old habits die hard, and I've never been one for curfews."
Hermione raised an eyebrow and countered, "You've always seemed to be a rule follower, Nott. What's changed?" She was curious to hear his response.
He chuckled and shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Well, Granger," he began, "sometimes even rule followers need a little excitement in their lives, don't you think?"
He had a nice voice. It was velvety.
She felt a slight blush creep onto her cheeks as she looked down and spoke, thinking about how she had spent her summer. "Let's just try and work together," she said, her tone softer. "I won't ask where you were; it's none of my business. But it's our first night as Head Boy and Girl, and we should both be on the same page. We have a Prefect meeting tomorrow to make the schedule for the next month around four pm. I made sure nobody had class at that time, so we will meet downstairs in the Prefect meeting room then. Got it?" She glanced back up at him, her expression earnest.
He nodded in agreement and rose from the couch, closing the distance between them. As he approached, he invaded her personal space, and her hands instinctively fell to her waist. Hermione looked up at his tall, lean figure, feeling a mix of emotions in that moment.
Merlin, help her. He was... gorgeous.
Ever since she had open up to her sexual urges she was acutely aware of the male species. And this one was... hot.
Harry was Harry. He wasn’t "good-looking" in the average sense of the common phrase but he was smart, kind, intelligent, powerful, and... a good person.
Her attraction to him wasn’t linked towards what he looked like.
"Of course, Granger," he replied, his voice low and reassuring. "I'm not going to let you down. I was in the Slytherin common room, making sure everyone was following curfew. You know how us snakes can be... sneaky." He flashed her a mischievous wink before walking away, heading towards his room, which was conveniently situated across the way from hers.
Apparently, Lions could be sneaky too.
She sighed in response.
There was enough drama in her life as it was. She and Harry had decided to try and end their whatever it was they were doing and just remain friends and it had been four days with no sex.
The longest she'd gone in almost three months.
Even when it was her time of the month, they found a way to make it work. Usually in the shower.
Was this what Fleur had complained about when she'd said she can’t handle a "dry spell" when Bill travels.
She could just have sex with Ron. He was after all her "boyfriend".
No, not after what he'd done. Plus, he still thought she was a virgin. Her and Ron needed to end soon.
But how?
And could she end it?
Was she maybe just still angry with him…
Hurt.
Did she love him still?
Brushing a hand through her curls, Hermione turned on her heel and headed towards her room, closing the door behind her. Her trunk was already emptied and neatly unpacked, a task she had efficiently completed while waiting for Theo. He was never an impolite boy, she reflected. He had never been rude to her, nor unkind. He tended to keep to himself and his circle of friends, exuding a certain charisma that drew others in. He was studious and diligent in his pursuit of knowledge.
Thinking back, he had never given her the impression of being anything like the stereotypical Slytherins she had encountered. However, she couldn't ignore the rumors she had heard whispers that he was somewhat of a player, having gone through many witches at Hogwarts and never having been in a serious relationship. It was a side of him that she had yet to fully understand.
Changing into her pajamas, Hermione was fully prepared to crawl into bed when she realized she had forgotten to lock her door. Cursing herself silently, she hesitated for a moment before finally deciding to go and secure the door.
Just as she was about to reach to lock the door, the door swung open on its own. Her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened in shock. There was nobody there, and the room seemed eerily empty. She watched in slow motion as the door closed by itself, sending shivers down her spine.
And then, out of thin air, a head appeared. Hermione's breath caught in her throat as she recognized the messy black hair and glasses. It was Harry. He threw off his Invisibility Cloak, revealing himself with a mischievous smile, and casually tossed the Marauder's Map he used to find her onto her bed.
"You really should remember to lock your door, Hermione," he said, his voice lighthearted but with a hint of concern.
Quickly grabbing her wand, Hermione pointed it at the door and cast a protective ward to ensure that nobody could enter without her permission. She then locked her door securely and charmed her room with a silencing spell, making sure that Theo wouldn't hear any indication that someone was in their shared dormitory.
With her room now fortified, she turned her attention back to Harry. "What are you doing here, Harry?" she asked, trying to conceal the excitement that surged within her.
She had missed him deeply, and his unexpected presence sent her heart racing and made her insides warm and tingly.
Walking towards Hermione, Harry gently put his hand under her chin and tilted it upward. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead and whispered softly, his voice filled with longing, "I know we said we would stop, Hermione. But I can't stop thinking about it." His eyes held a mixture of vulnerability and desire as he looked into her gaze.
She knew she should resist.
She knew she should send him away.
Yet, against her better judgment, she sank to her knees, meeting his startled gaze.
Tracing her hands along his pajama pants, she slowly lowered them, teasingly exploring his growing arousal. With a soft moan, he tangled his fingers in her hair, his touch both urgent and tender.
"Mione, please," he pleaded.
Undeterred, she continued her tantalizing ministrations.
Licking.
Teasing.
"Please," he begged again.
With a coy smile, she moistened her lips, then took his cock into her mouth, eliciting a guttural groan from him as she enveloped him completely.
As she worked her magic, he responded with fervor, his movements becoming more urgent as he sought release. Fucking her mouth roughly.
Head Girl, she thought to herself.
Head Girl, indeed.
Just before he reached the brink, she withdrew, meeting his gaze as she wiped her mouth.
"You witch," he breathed, his eyes dark with desire.
Returning his gaze with a smile, she stood, allowing him to eagerly discard her pajamas, his urgency palpable as he positioned her on the bed her head down and her behind facing him.
With a swift motion, he entered her, their connection fierce and primal.
When he fucked her from behind, it was her favorite position.
Every position they could have managed to try. They had tried.
They had fucked so much it felt like a drug.
It was heroin.
He fucked her hard. In and Out.
They moved together, a symphony of passion and desire, sweat glistening on their skin as they found their rhythm.
"Fuck," she screamed.
"God," his voice rasped. "You're always so wet."
She came first.
He followed right after and pulled out letting his seed drip on her backside.
She was thankfully on a potion. A monthly contraceptive, but sometimes he didn't want to take any chances. Just in case.
Sometimes, he couldn't help it. He'd stay inside her and fill her.
She loved that.
When he filled her.
Turning around, Hermione looked at him and smiled. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and smiled back. They weren't done yet.
That had just been the first round.
*****
In the morning, Hermione made her way into the Great Hall, heading towards the Gryffindor table. She was dressed in her sixth-year uniform, but it looked slightly different on her now. The skirt was noticeably shorter because she had filled out and grown, not that she minded. She had decided not to buy a new uniform because she had other priorities. Her top also felt tighter, and she had left the top button undone. For comfort of course.
As she walked, Hermione couldn't help but realize that she might unintentionally resemble a Halloween "Naughty Schoolgirl" costume with her altered uniform.
Oh well.
Harry’s reaction was well worth it.
As she’d approached the table, she had noticed his eyes wandering down towards her legs and she coyly pretended not to notice.
Ginny was too involved in looking over some quidditch playbook to notice and Ron was stuffing his face with food.
Last night, they had had sex two more times before he had finally redressed. He then meticulously packed away his Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map, taking great care to ensure everything was in order. With a final glance at Hermione, he quietly disappeared out of her dormitory.
Fortunately, Theo had not ventured out of his room throughout the night. And as morning arrived, he had risen even earlier than she did. By the time Hermione woke up, he had already showered and dressed and was gone.
Sitting beside Ginny at the Gryffindor table, Hermione gazed ahead towards the Slytherin table. Her attention was drawn to Theo, who was talking animatedly to Astoria Greengrass, his gestures expressive and captivating. And then, she noticed Draco Malfoy. He was staring directly at her, his piercing gaze locking onto hers.
Merlin, when had this boy grown into such a striking young man? Hermione was taken aback by the transformation. She had barely paid him any mind the night before, but now, as she observed him closely, she couldn't believe how much he had developed and filled out in the last few months. He was tall, his physique muscular and chiseled, his long, flowing blonde hair adding to his charisma. His lashes framed his eyes, which held a captivating allure. This was no longer the boy she had known; Draco Malfoy had become a man, and a remarkably handsome one at that.
He looked away, appearing somewhat bored, and she couldn't help but shake her head as Harry repeated something, realizing she hadn't been listening. "Mione, did Slughorn invite you to dinner yet?"
Blinking, she glanced at Harry and then at Ron, who had stopped eating and seemed rather disappointed, and then answered. "No, not yet."
Ron let out a wistful sigh. "Slughorn's dinners supposedly have the best desserts. I wish he'd invite me to one of those idiotic meetings."
Harry chuckled and offered Ron a reassuring grin. "Trust me, Ron, you're not missing much. Tell you what, I'll save you some dessert from the the next one."
Ron shrugged and gave Hermione a lopsided grin, seemingly content with the offer. Hermione tried to push aside the guilt she felt as she focused on taking out a book to review before their Advanced Potions class, which she knew Harry would be attending with her, while Ron would not.
Ginny hugged Harry affectionately as she glanced towards Hermione's book and asked, "If you're not taking Potions as your first class, when is Sluggy letting you take his class, Harry?" Hermione's heart sank as she realized what this meant.
"You're not taking Advanced Potions?" Hermione questioned, her disappointment clear in her tone. She couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.
Harry looked down and shook his head, explaining, "No, Ginny and I are hosting Quidditch practice now for the first class of the day. Anyone on the team now starts their classes later. He's letting me take Advanced Potions in the late afternoon with the regular seventh-year Potions classes."
Hermione watched as Ginny smiled up at Harry and affectionately kissed his cheek.
She put her hand under the table, letting it tremble slightly, lost in thoughts about where Harry's chin had been the previous night... between her legs.
They both knew how wrong this was. What they were doing and had done. And she… she knew how much worse it was for her.
As the woman, the female. She’d be the one shamed if anyone ever found it. They’d blame her.
And the Weasley’s their second family they would never forgive her. She would lose them all.
Ron stood up and walked over to sit beside Hermione, wrapping an arm around her as he directed his gaze toward Harry. "Say, where were you last night?" he inquired, curiosity evident in his tone.
Hermione made a conscious effort not to tense up as Harry put on his signature "The Boy Who Lived" and "The Chosen One" smile, responding with a casual shrug. "Just exploring the castle," he replied nonchalantly. It wasn't entirely unbelievable; Harry had never been one to strictly adhere to the rules.
Ginny laughed and chimed in, "Better take away some house points then, Hermione. Harry was out after curfew."
Hermione rolled her eyes in mock exasperation. "Honestly, Ginny, I have enough on my plate without policing Harry's adventures," she retorted, though there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
Ron picked up Hermione's Advanced Potions book and flipped through it, a concerned expression on his face. "Well, with all these advanced classes and your Head Girl responsibilities, I'll be lucky to see you all year," he commented, a touch of sadness in his voice.
Hermione took the book back, sighing softly.
Just then, Romilda Vane approached the table, and Ron's gaze immediately shifted downward. Harry tensed beside Ginny, and Ginny shook her head slightly, whispering to the three of them, "She's still my friend. If anyone should be mad, it's her."
Romilda took the spot where Ron had been sitting and greeted them with a meek smile. "Morning," she said.
Ron avoided her gaze and mumbled in Hermione's ear, "Let's go." Hermione agreed, standing up with Ron and offering Romilda a polite "Good morning." She gathered her things and followed Ron out of the Great Hall.
She wasn't even angry anymore, but it was a matter of principle.
Ron walked alongside her, apologizing profusely. "I had no idea she'd do that, Mione. Sit with us. That was just... I'm sorry."
Hermione kept her thoughts to herself as she considered who she'd be partnered with in Potions class now and whether they would be as competent as Harry or responsive to her leadership. Ron continued to babble on, but she wasn't really listening.
"Ron, I don't want to hear about you and Romilda," she finally interrupted, her tone indicating that she had moved past the issue and wanted him to do the same.
Holding her shoulders and turning her to face him, Ron nodded sincerely. "I'm sorry, Mione. I know you're still upset about me and Romilda. And I really hope one day you can forgive me."
Hermione bit her lip, her thoughts still muddled by the recent events.
As she looked ahead, she noticed Draco Malfoy leaning against the wall by the entrance to Slughorn's Potions class, his gaze fixed on her. Ron kissed her forehead softly and mumbled something before disappearing down the hall.
Walking past Malfoy, she felt him push off the wall and step behind her as they headed into the Potions class together. She moved towards the front of the classroom, while he hesitated somewhere towards the back.
As class began, Astoria Greengrass took a seat beside her. Slughorn greeted the students and launched into an explanation of the curriculum in detail. Hermione promptly took out a journal and parchment from her bag, diligently jotting down notes to keep up with the class.
Midway through her notetaking, a paper crane soared towards her desk, causing her to pause and stare at it in astonishment as it fluttered gently in front of her. With a sense of intrigue, she reached out to touch it, and it gently dropped onto her desk. She glanced around discreetly, ensuring Slughorn was still engrossed in writing on the chalkboard and unaware of the magical occurrence in his classroom.
Unfolding the paper crane, she found the script inside, written in perfect lettering:
You look ravishing today, Granger. - D.M.