Happy New Year!
Author's Note: A few of my reviewers believed Lockhart has vile motives for going to the New Year's Eve Party. I wish I thought of that. Nope. He just said it to brag! He isn't even mentioned in this chapter. Heh!
Warning: Sexual Situations between Underage Characters (12+)
Thursday, December 31st, 1992 – Early evening
Former Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Albus Dumbledore was laying on the flimsy cot inside the private holding cell on Level Ten of the Ministry of Magic, staring at the ceiling. He would normally be pacing back and forth whenever he was deep in thought, but the cell was much too small for that. So he simply lay there, wondering how everything could have gone so horribly wrong.
Amelia Bones and Alastor Moody's arrival at Hogwarts had been a complete surprise to him. He had attempted to do some damage control before they had entered his office, hoping to figure out exactly why they were there. He assumed that they had discovered the Chamber of Secrets fiasco. That was indeed the reason they had been there, if only partially. He never expected that they were there to arrest him, not until it was too late, and Amelia had told him he was under arrest! If he had... well, he definitely would have been more prepared for the confrontation with Amelia Bones, and his old friend Mad-Eye Moody. Perhaps... perhaps he even would have fled Hogwarts before –
No. He wouldn't have fled or run away. He knew if he did, he would be relentlessly hunted down by Aurors, Hit-Wizards, and other representatives from the DMLE. He never would have had a moment's peace. So he had accepted being placed under arrest. Yes, he had attempted to make a deal. Unfortunately, that bastard Unspeakable, Algernon Croaker, knew exactly what type of deal he was trying to make. He had no other ammunition, at least none that wouldn't interfere with his plans.
He simply hoped the Wizengamot wouldn't find him guilty. He thought he had enough allies and supporters in the Wizengamot, but he wasn't sure anymore. After all, tomorrow, the Daily Prophet would start the New Year off with a bang, and everyone in Britain would discover he had been arrested. He was no longer Headmaster of Hogwarts. His position as Chief Warlock was likely gone. And once the International Confederation of Warlocks discovered what had happened... he'd likely no longer be welcomed into their committee!
He had lost it all. All the power he had was lost.
No. He wouldn't give up. If he ended up in Azkaban, he'd find a way to break out. He vowed to get himself back on track when it came to guiding Harry Potter to his destiny. Even if it meant hiding away for a while and waiting for the right time. He would do it. But the right time would come eventually. The Greater Good depended on it! If Harry Potter did not fulfill his destiny, the wizarding world as he knew it would destroy itself!
He cursed the Fates that made him end up in this position. But it wasn't the fault of the Fates, was it? There were plenty to blame for his predicament. Chief among them was Minerva McGonagall. It wasn't until Amelia Bones had announced that he was under arrest did he realize just how Minerva had played him like a harp. He had been so worried about Harry Potter and Hermione Granger telling the DMLE what he had done to them, that he didn't even suspect Minerva. He had thought she was still unwaveringly loyal to him, owing to the many Loyalty Potions he had given her once a month. Obviously Poppy Pomfrey had given her a Flushing Draught after she had taken one herself, and gave the Draughts to Harry and Granger.
Even with the spying system inside Hogwarts, Minerva had somehow been able to contact the DMLE and inform Amelia Bones of his actions against herself, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Poppy Pomfrey, and he didn't know if her accusations had ended there!
McGonagall. Potter. Granger. Pomfrey. Bones. Even his good friend Alastor Moody. They had all betrayed him. And he had underestimated them all, which was the reason he was in this position.
Damn that Hermione Granger! The Mudblood was way too smart for her own good. And yet she had become a Neko because of a stupid mistake. Or was it? Was it a mistake? A mistake from the so-called 'smartest witch of her age'. Unlikely. She knew what she was doing. Yes, Albus realized. She did it because she suspected what he was doing to her and her best friend. Nekos weren't susceptible to mind-control. She knew if she became a Neko, he couldn't control her anymore. Perhaps she figured she could prove her suspicions that he, Albus, was doing something to Harry!
Yes, that had to be it.
Albus growled. He should have killed her long ago – perhaps even back on that day he found her playing alongside Harry's feminine form. If only he had known she'd be a thorn in his side. He could have killed her the night of the troll incident, and blamed her death on the troll. The only thing that had stopped him was the backlash that would have come his way from the Ministry. He would have surely been sacked from the Headmaster's post for the death of a student.
Albus snorted at the thought. Little did he know what would happen fourteen months later.
Suddenly, a tray appeared on the floor of the cell. On the tray, there was a plate of food, and a glass of water. Albus sat up, reached for the tray and picked it up. He studied that sandwich that was sitting on the plate, next to some veggie sticks. The sandwich had a flimsy piece of fish and a thin slice of cheese on top of it, between two pieces of bread.
"Enjoy your dinner, Dumbledore," the Auror guard chuckled darkly, outside his cell, "Happy New Year! Hey... weren't you invited to Fudge's party tonight? Shame. Maybe next year. Oh! Right! You'll be in Azkaban next year."
The Auror guard chuckled again. "Nothing to say? Did the cat get your tongue?"
Albus' hands shook at the mention of 'cat'. Between Minerva's cat Animagus, and Granger's Neko, he had had enough of cats! Had the Auror said that on purpose? He did, didn't he?! Albus growled and threw the tray on the floor, the glass of water splashing the wall, and the food flinging across the ground.
"You could have told me you didn't want anything to eat," the Auror guard said.
The food, plate, tray and glass vanished. Albus laid back down, knowing he was going to go hungry for the night.
What he wouldn't do for one of his lemon drops at that particular moment...
Thursday, December 31st, 1992 – Early evening
In a dark, damp, and cold cell in Azkaban, located in the middle of the North Sea, the only truly innocent man in the prison, Sirius Black, was sitting against the wall of his cell. Around him, other prisoners were screaming, cackling, talking to themselves, or making other noises.
Earlier that day, he heard two Azkaban guards – the human ones – talking as they passed by his cell. According to what he had heard, it was New Year's Eve. Tomorrow would be the first day of 1993. Eleven years and nearly two months, he had been in Azkaban. Eleven years and nearly two months since two of his best friends had been killed. Their child would be going on twelve-and-a-half years old now. So many years he had missed out on with his godson because of a series of mistakes he had made.
"Should... auld... acquaintance... be forgot," Sirius said, in a sing-song voice, "and never... brought... to mind...?"
"Cousin," the cooing voice of Bellatrix Lestrange said from somewhere nearby, "Did I ever tell you that you have a horrid singing voice? I believe I did, once, when we were very young. You were so very handsome back then. Handsome, but a horrible singing voice. What ever happened to that handsome devil? You never responded to my advances. Didn't you find me beautiful? I begged Daddy to ask Uncle Orion to Betroth you and I. Did I ever tell you that? It was only then did I discover he stuck me with Rodolphus. Come to find out -"
"Rodolphus was shagging his brother," Sirius mouthed at the same time Bellatrix said it out loud, he heard it several times before.
"Couldn't get it up for me," Bellatrix said. "I bet you could, cousin. We could find out. Perhaps the guard will let me bunk in your cell tonight. I'll give you a kiss to bring in the New Year. Oh, and so much more."
"Not if you were the last bitch on earth," Sirius muttered.
"Filthy blood-traitor!" Bellatrix screamed.
"Shut up!" a guard roared.
"Is that you, Casper, you dirty Mudblood?" Bellatrix cooed. "I thought the Dementors ate you. Maybe the theory's right, and Mudbloods don't have souls to suck."
Bellatrix screamed in pain, then cackled again in apparent pleasure. The guard had obviously hexed her. Sirius sighed, and rolled his eyes. The guards didn't understand that Bellatrix got off when they did that. The guard, Casper, then appeared in front of Sirius' cell.
"Get up, Black!" Casper said. "You're coming with me."
"Mudblood's taking you to the Dementors tonight, Cousin!" Bellatrix said, "Are you sure you don't want one last shag?!"
Sirius moved to his feet. He flinched when Casper cast his wand in his direction. Sirius expected a hex or curse, but the only thing that happened was his wrists were brought together in front of him, and magic-binding shackles were placed on him.
"What's going on?" Sirius asked, hoarsely.
"Dunno," Casper said, "British Ministry of Magic wants you in their custody for some reason."
"Hear that?" Bellatrix asked, "They're throwing you through the veil! Dementors are too good for you, Cousin!"
Sirius' eyes widened. Was his insane cousin right? Was this his last day on earth? Perhaps he would be reunited with James and Lily again. He wondered if the Ministry would let Harry watch him be thrown through the Veil. At least Sirius might get one last glimpse of his godson. He wondered if Harry looked like James...
Casper opened the cell door. "Come on, Black. Get moving. We don't got all night!"
Sirius stepped forward. He trudged out of the cell slowly, and followed another guard as Casper followed behind him.
"Let me have him for a little while, Mudblood," Bellatrix said, as they neared her cell, "Are you really going to let him die without one last shag? I thought Mudbloods were supposed to be merciful."
She squealed, both in pleasure and pain, as Casper hexed her again.
"You don't want to take her up on her offer, do you, Black?" the guard in front of Sirius asked.
Sirius ignored the man. He merely trudged forward down the corridor.
There was one silver lining in all of this. At least he'd never have to deal with Azkaban again.
Thursday, December 31st, 1992 – Evening
Amelia Bones was currently sitting at one of several circular tables, that had been set up in a section of the Atrium, in the Ministry of Magic, for the Minister's New Year's Eve celebration. She was dressed in one of her best formal outfits for the celebration.
She couldn't fathom why, but for some reason she had been invited to sit with Minister Cornelius Fudge. Sure, there were other various important figures at the table, including Rufus Scrimgeour, Bartemius Crouch and Dolores Umbridge, but she was surprised when she learned she would get to personally have dinner with the Minister. She thought she had upset him with the news she had given him earlier that day. He had certainly been flustered when she had left his office.
To her left sat her niece and ward, Susan. Her niece was no stranger to social events like this. She had been attending them ever since she was seven years old. Amelia had considered it preparation for when she eventually replaced her as Lady Bones, Head of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Bones. Susan was currently gazing off toward another table. Amelia looked on to see what her niece was preoccupied with. She smiled when she saw a few youngsters Susan's age – Susan's classmates, and friends she had grown up with over the years.
"Go on then," Amelia said.
"Oh, I couldn't," Susan said, "It isn't everyday I get to dine with Minister Fudge."
"I'm honored, young lady," Fudge said, smiling, "But I would have no issues if you wanted to go have fun with your little friends. That is why you're here, isn't it?"
Susan looked at Amelia, who smiled and nodded. Susan grinned, thanked the Minister, stood and walked off toward her friends.
"Apologies, Minister," Amelia said, "Seems she hasn't quite left the 'children's lounge' yet."
The 'children's lounge' was quite literal in its meaning. At every social party, children up to a certain age were split up from their parents so they could socialize with other children, while their parents socialized with other adults. The room they were always in was coined the children's lounge. When they reached a certain age – usually teenage years – they were given permission to join the adults.
"Oh, no apology needed," Fudge said, "I understand completely. Susan's a wonderful young lady. You've raised her well. I'm sure her parents would be proud of you."
"Thank you, sir," Amelia said.
Fudge's secretary, Delilah, stepped up to him and whispered into his ear.
"Haven't I already given them my statement?!" Fudge muttered. "Fine! Later! I'm eating! Don't you see that? Bother me again, and I will fire you!"
Delilah went pink and stepped away from the table.
"Troubles, Cornelius?" Dolores Umbridge asked.
"Ruddy vultures," Cornelius muttered, "Rita Skeeter is the worst of them. I know she wants a personal interview about my opinion of Albus Dumbledore's arrest. I just don't know what to say to her."
"Be honest?" Amelia suggested.
"Honesty?" Fudge asked, "She doesn't want honesty, Amelia. The public already knows how close a friendship I have with Albus Dumbledore. If I tell her that, she'll twist it up. She'll ask me why I didn't see this coming! Albus Dumbledore is one of the most respected gentlemen in Great Britain. Just you wait! Once this gets out, Howlers will make a mess of my office, demanding I pardon Dumbledore."
"Pardon me, Minister," Amelia said, "But I don't think that will happen. Once the public learns of what he did to Harry Potter..."
Fudge's wine glass shook as his hand grasped the stem of it.
"Perhaps," Amelia said, "You shouldn't focus on Dumbledore in your interview."
"What are you suggesting, Madam Bones?" Umbridge asked.
"Focus on Harry Potter, Minister," Amelia said, "Perhaps you should – I don't know – apologize to him?"
"Apologize?" Fudge asked.
"Why, yes," Amelia said. "Apparently Albus has been victimizing Harry since he was seven years old. Even longer, if you add in some certain facts. Evidence supports the fact that Dumbledore used Obliviations in a Muggle house. On Harry and his Muggle Aunt. Shouldn't that type of magic have been detected by the Ministry?"
"Amelia, I wasn't even in office back then," Fudge said.
"True," Amelia said, "But you lead the Ministry of Magic now. So, you would say... on the behalf of the Ministry of Magic -"
"Forgive me for interrupting, Madam Bones," Umbridge said, sweetly. "But you sound as if you're trying to put words in Cornelius' mouth. You're not his advisor."
"Wasn't that Dumbledore's position?" Amelia asked, doing her best not to glare at Umbridge.
"No, she's right, Dolores," Fudge said, "You're right, Amelia. It would certainly win the affection of the public, and I will need that to hurdle this backlash from this Dumbledore fiasco. Even worse will it be if the Wizengamot finds him innocent."
"All I can do is present the evidence, Cornelius," Amelia said. "It is up to the rest of the Wizengamot to decide."
Fudge nodded and drank from his glass of wine.
"Minister," Bartemius Crouch said, "I've been meaning to ask you something all evening. Is it true that you've given Sirius Black a trial?"
"Something that should have been done years ago, Bartemius," Amelia said, coldly, staring at the man partially responsible for sending Sirius to Azkaban without a trial.
"Madam Bones, please," Fudge said, sighing. "Yes, Bartemius, I have. Evidence has come up that proves he is innocent in at least one of the crimes he was sent to Azkaban for. It puts doubt in his other crimes. Madam Bones is right. He wasn't originally given a trial. That needs to be remedied, Bartemius. He will be given a trial on Saturday morning, before Dumbledore's trial. In fact, I believe he is in one of the Holding Cells on Level Ten at this moment."
"He is," Rufus Scrimgeour said, after taking a sip of wine from his glass, "Guards from Azkaban informed me before I came to the celebration."
"I would be cautious with that wine, Rufus," Amelia said, "You need to be alert tomorrow."
"What is happening tomorrow?" Umbridge asked.
"You didn't hear?" Amelia asked. "It was discovered there is a dangerous colony of Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest near Hogwarts. Rufus has graciously accepted to take part in exterminating the colony."
"A c-colony o-of –!" Umbridge shuddered, "Why wasn't something done about this before now?"
"Dumbledore knew about the colony, it appears," Amelia said, "And he did nothing."
"How could he risk such a dangerous threat?" Umbridge asked.
"On top of everything else that has been uncovered, I'm not exactly surprised," Amelia said, "He's been very foolish when it comes to decision-making as of late in Hogwarts, especially when it comes to the safety of the students."
"Something needs to be done, Cornelius," Umbridge said. "Not just about Dumbledore, but about Hogwarts. We can't allow these threats to happen around the children!"
"Minerva McGonagall will be a fine Headmistress, Dolores," Cornelius said, "I have no doubt about that."
Amelia frowned at the skeptical look on Umbridge's face. She would have to watch Umbridge in the future. Especially once Hermione Granger's Neko lifestyle was discovered. Umbridge would not be pleased that a Neko was allowed to be a student at Hogwarts. It was no secret she had bigoted views toward 'half-breeds', as well as Muggleborn. Hermione was now technically both.
"Here, here, Minister!" Amelia said, raising her glass, "I completely agree."
Fudge smiled, and raised his glass as well, too oblivious – or perhaps too inebriated – to notice his Senior Undersecretary's facial expressions.
Thursday, December 31st, 1992 – Near Midnight
As the grandfather clock ticked down the final minutes of 1992, Harry and Hermione were cuddled up together on one of the sofas, in front of the comfortably warm hearth. The bright orange fire crackled in a relaxing melody.
After dinner, earlier that evening, the Neko inside Hermione had surfaced, lusting after Harry once again. So Harry and Hermione had sated that lust – the Neko wanting Harry to, once again, take her from behind - then they slept for about three hours afterward. Hermione had placed an alarm charm on their pillows on Harry's bed, and they had woken due to the charm at half-past-eleven, so they could be awake in time for midnight, as Harry had promised Hermione.
As Harry glanced at the Marauder's Map sitting on the coffee table, a thought crossed his mind, and he gasped out loud.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, concerned, as she looked at him.
Harry reached around Hermione and picked up the Map.
"The Marauder's Map," Harry whispered. "Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. Hermione, I completely passed it over in my father's letter and didn't realize until now! In his letter, he said he hoped I 'carried on his title as a Marauder'. My Dad made this map, Hermione! He and his friends. He mentioned something about 'Uncles', but he was an only child. He mentioned Sirius, and... two others, I think."
"Your father and his friends were the Marauders?" Hermione asked.
"Yes!" Harry said, grinning. "This map is an Heirloom, like my Cloak!"
"That's brilliant," Hermione said.
"And you said the Marauders may be untrustworthy," Harry said, grinning, "Ha!"
"They might have still been untrustworthy, Harry," Hermione said, echoing his grin, "You said they could have been pranksters like Fred and George. But I do feel much better about it now."
Harry nodded, still grinning. He now had two things from his father, more if he counted the things from his Hope Chest, but his Map and Invisibility Cloak were things his father used a lot. Harry set the map back on the table and cuddled back up to Hermione.
"Harry?" Hermione murmured.
"Hmm?" Harry replied.
"Do you think my parents are celebrating New Year's Eve like they did with me last year?" Hermione asked, "Even though – you know – I'm not there, and – well, everything that happened a couple days ago..."
"I don't know," Harry said. "You could write to them, you know. Hedwig will probably be back tomorrow."
"I'm not ready yet," Hermione said. "I don't know when I'll be ready."
"Alright," Harry said, "It is up to you. I'm not going to interfere anymore. I said what I needed to say to your parents, and I'm done now."
"Thank you," Hermione said, "I know you're just trying to help me. But I don't think my parents are going to change their minds anytime soon."
"I don't know, Hermione," Harry said, "Your mother -"
"- was just trying to get on my good side," Hermione said. "They were playing 'good cop, bad cop'. It isn't the first time that happened when I had arguments with them. Don't be fooled by her crocodile tears."
"If you say so," Harry said.
Hermione released herself from his loving arms, and slowly stood up. She turned back to him, and he looked at her with questioning eyebrows.
"Dance with me, Harry," Hermione said.
"I-I don't know how to dance," Harry said, "I'm probably horrible."
"We're not going to do a waltz, Harry," Hermione said, "Hold me, and we can sway back and forth."
"There's no music," Harry said.
"Quit making excuses," Hermione said, as her ears flattened, "I don't expect you to be an expert, Harry. Just dance with me. Hold me. That is all I want."
Harry sighed and stood up. Hermione's ears raised back up, and her tail wagged, happily. She took his hand in one of hers, and led him over to the clear section of the floor between the seating area and the hearth. She placed his hands around her waist, and wrapped hers around his neck.
"Sway with me, Harry," Hermione said, "Back and forth.., back and forth... not too fast now."
Harry cleared his throat, and begin swaying in time with Hermione. She slipped her hands down to the middle of his back, and laid her head against his chest, purring happily as her tail moved rhythmically. Harry smiled, knowing he must be doing this right.
Hermione started humming a tune under her breath. Harry recognized the song, having heard his Aunt singing it once – rather horribly – several years ago on New Year's Eve.
"I think that song is meant to be sung at midnight," Harry said.
"Are you telling me my mouth won't be otherwise preoccupied at midnight?" Hermione asked.
Harry blushed, as his pyjama bottoms tightening due to the thoughts moving through his mind. Unfortunately, because she was so close to him, Hermione felt his bulge too.
"Harry!" she chuckled, softly, "I meant a kiss."
"Did you?" Harry asked.
"You're incorrigible," Hermione murmured.
Harry chuckled under his breath, and kissed the top of her head, between her cat-ears. Hermione hummed, and started singing audibly.
"Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne!"
Harry smiled. Hermione had a pretty singing voice. Unfortunately she didn't seem to know more of the song, because she continued to hum the tune under her breath.
"What time is it, Harry?" Hermione asked.
Harry glanced over at the grandfather clock. "Two more minutes."
Hermione hummed. She went silent, and they continued to sway – the only sounds were the crackling fire in the hearth. Harry kept his eyes on the clock, waiting. Then...
"Ten seconds," Harry said.
They counted down together, as Hermione lifted her head away from his chest.
"... three... two... one!" they chanted together, "Happy New Year!"
Harry leaned toward her, and gently touched her lips with his. Hermione hummed against his lips, as she returned his kiss. They kissed until they couldn't breathe no more. When she backed away, Hermione took his hands in hers, and led him back over to the sofa. Before he could sit down, Hermione moved her hands to his pyjama bottoms. Harry realized what she wanted to do.
"Hermione?" Harry asked.
"I'm still here, Harry," Hermione said, "I want to begin the New Year with a memorable experience that I can actually share with you."
"Shouldn't we do this in bed?" Harry asked.
"More romantic in front of the hearth," Hermione said.
Harry nodded. He dropped his pyjama bottoms, blushing softly when he realized his penis was already relatively hard from being in close proximity to Hermione. Hermione grinned as she looked toward his crotch. She then gently pushed him down onto the sofa, and moved down to her knees in front of him. She wrapped a hand around his penis and started stroking it.
"I just realized – it was the Neko controlling my movements when I did this," Hermione said, as she watched her hand stroke him, "I hope I know what I'm doing."
"You're doing fine so far," Harry said, huskily.
Hermione smiled. She licked her lips, and began to lean toward his penis. Harry placed a finger on her lips, and she looked at him questioningly.
"Your fangs," Harry said, "The Neko – she – you... your fangs always retracted into your teeth before you did this."
Hermione stared at him for a moment. Then, when her fangs retracted backwards into her teeth, her eyes widened.
"I had no idea I could do that," she said, "The book on Nekos mentioned something... and I tried, but it wouldn't work."
"Maybe it only happens during moments like this," Harry said, "when you're – er -"
"Aroused?" Hermione suggested.
Harry blushed and nodded. "I was going to say 'horny'."
"How crude of you," Hermione teased, grinning.
Harry merely smiled and relaxed against the sofa. Hermione hesitated for a moment, before she leaned toward his penis and brushed her tongue against the underbelly. She paused, testing the taste, then continued lapping her tongue up his shaft. Soon, she moved her lips to the tip of his penis, and wrapped them around the bulbous head. She paused, testing the taste once again, then slowly sucked him into her mouth.
However, unlike when the Neko performed, Hermione stopped only halfway. Her ears flattened – Harry realized she was likely disappointed with herself for not taking him entirely into her mouth. He gently took one of her hands, and placed it at the bottom of his shaft. She wrapped her hand around the bottom half her lips weren't around. She then began bobbing her mouth up and down in his lap, while also stroking her hand in the same rhythm. When Harry moaned in pleasure, Hermione's tail waved around happily, obviously quite pleased with herself. She continued with a bit more bravado.
Harry placed his hands on her head and started stroking her ears. Hermione purred gutturally, and Harry smiled as he felt the the vibrations in her throat. He loved that feeling, and was glad it wasn't just something the Neko could do.
Hermione was able to continue for three minutes before Harry felt the pleasure rise.
"Hermione," Harry gasped, "I'm think I'm about -"
Hermione raised her mouth on his penis, and brushed her tongue around the sensitive tip, but still kept him between her lips. Harry groaned as he ejaculated. Hermione took a bit of his seed into her mouth, before she backed away. Her eyes widened as the remainder of Harry's orgasm spurted onto her face, as well as onto her hand. She then forced herself to swallow.
"Bit of an acquired taste," she muttered. "I'm guessing the Neko loves it."
"Like a cat and her cream," Harry said, grinning.
"Harry!" Hermione scolded playfully, before giggling at his pun.
She wiped the goo from her cheek and studied it for a moment, before lapping her tongue at it. Then, with her clean hand, she collected her wand from inside her pyjama top – Harry realized she had stored it in her training bra – and cast a verbal cleaning charm, vanishing the mess.
As Harry admired Hermione, he realized what he wanted to do.
"Undress and lay down on the sofa," he said.
Hermione's tail wagged. She stripped down until she was completely naked, then moved to the sofa and laid down lengthways against the throw pillow.
Harry crawled up the sofa, hovering over her and kissed her softly. Hermione hummed against his lips as she returned the kiss. When Harry backed away, he kissed her chin, then moved down to her left budding breast, and brushed his tongue around her nipple, before sucking it between his lips. Hermione purred in pleasure. Harry repeated the same movement with her other nipple, then moved his head down. He dabbed his tongue at one of her additional nipples, and Hermione squirmed. He looked up at her. She shook her head, and Harry realized he didn't want her playing with her additional nipples.
"Too awkward?" Harry asked.
"I'm only getting used to them," Hermione said.
"Alright," Harry said.
He moved down to her belly button and dipped his tongue into it. He grinned when she giggled.
"Ticklish," Hermione muttered.
Harry dipped his tongue back into her belly button a couple more times, relishing in her giggles. He then cleared his throat and moved between her legs, getting an up-close view of her most private region.
"Harry?" Hermione asked. "I know what you want to do. Have you... done that yet?"
Harry shook his head. "I thought I would wait until you were – er -"
"Coherent?" Hermione suggested. "That's very sweet of you. Do you remember what Madam Pomfrey taught you?"
Harry nodded. At the time it was quite embarrassing to get such a detailed lesson, but now he appreciated it. He made himself comfortable between her legs, inhaled, exhaled and dabbed his tongue against her slit. Hermione purred in pleasure, her cat ears fluttering, and her tail waving around. Feeling a bit more brave, he cupped his mouth around her bare, pink pussy and slid his tongue up and down her slit. Her soft purrs of pleasure would have left him smiling had his mouth not been occupied. When he slipped his tongue inside her, Hermione moaned out loud, and Harry tasted a bit of sweet wetness. She wasn't showing the usual signs of an orgasm, so he knew she hadn't reached that peak just yet. He lapped up the sweetness, before slipping his tongue inside her again and exploring her depths.
He moved a hand to his penis and began to stroke it back into hardness, so he would be ready when it came time. He thrust his tongue in and out of her pussy a few times, relishing in her gasps and mewls. He then rubbed his tongue against her folds and discovered a little ball of nerves, which he realized must be the clitoris that Madam Pomfrey had mentioned. He knew that was a very sensitive spot, so he flicked his tongue over and around it, relishing in the sounds of pleasure Hermione made.
He continued pleasuring her for another minute until, with a gasp of his name, her orgasm arrived. He thrust his tongue back into her pussy, and his reward was a mouthful of sweet liquid, as her body twitched around him. When she was finished, Harry backed away onto his haunches.
"Wow," Hermione gasped, "That was incredible."
"We're not done just yet," Harry said.
Hermione smiled, her yellow eyes staring at him. "Harry. I want you inside me."
Harry nodded. He positioned the tip of his penis against her entrance, which was still moist from her orgasm. He gently slipped inside her, and her purred as her tail wiggled happily. He moved back and forth inside her, until he was completely engulfed inside her warmth. He placed his hands on either side of her upper body.
"This feels so good," Hermione murmured.
"I'm not sure how good I will be," Harry said. "It feels... different, somehow."
"My inner Neko was mostly in control until now, right?" Hermione asked, "I mean you were doing your part, but the Neko was guiding us. Technically, this could be seen as our first time, without the pain of losing my virginity. First time is always going to be a learning experience. We're learning together. Alright?"
"You can move now," Hermione murmured.
Harry slowly slid backwards until his penis was barely inside her, then slipped back into her. Hermione hummed in pleasure, and Harry felt slightly braver. He began a rhythm, slowly moving back and forth inside her, never leaving her completely. Hermione pulled his head toward her and kissed him softly. Harry returned the kiss as he continued his movements inside her. Hermione took her tail into her hands and began stroking it, purring in pleasure.
Hermione's second orgasm came a couple minutes later, and that was all Harry could take, before he spilled his own orgasm deep her as her juices combined with his seed. He remained inside her until his orgasm subsided, then pulled himself out of her. As Harry crawled to lay down behind her on the couch, Hermione grabbed her wand and performed another cleaning charm, vanishing the excess of their orgasms. She then placed her wand on the coffee table, and wrapped his arms around her.
"That was wonderful, Harry," Hermione said. "Thank you for making tonight so special. It was a perfect way to bring in the New Year."
"Good," Harry murmured; he was feeling very sleepy.
"I think we should just sleep in here tonight," Hermione said.
Harry could only nod, happily agreeing with her. He didn't think he could move anyway. He was too tired.
"I love you, Harry," Hermione said, "Happy New Year."
"Love you," Harry murmured, and drifted off to sleep moments later.
There's that quick (?), awkward 'first time' some of my readers might have been looking for. Next chapter there will be another moment of intimacy. But it isn't Harry and Hermione. Then who...? You'll see. Some of you might not like it, but I think it will be a nice introduction to a couple of characters.
In other news, Bellatrix's behavior and dialogue during Sirius' PoV was completely unplanned. But I thought it was appropriate for her character.
I am currently having a bit of trouble with some chapters that are coming up. I have two more chapters complete which will both come out in the next week (from the time this is published). Once I get past these hurdles, I should be able to write a whole string of chapters.