New Arrangements (Harry Potter)

Summary: Harry is forced by Hermione to stay at her house for the summer, not that he minds at all. After all, Harry could use this time to try and change his relationship with Hermione.

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“You are staying with me this summer, and that’s final!”

That was what Hermione had told Harry before they left Hogwarts, and like most things Hermione says, she was right.

Harry was unpacking the trunk that had all of his belongings while wondering what had changed with Hermione. Ever since the disastrous end of the tournament, Hermione had become a little too confrontational. Not like her usual, this was turned up to a whole new level.

He had noticed that Hermione only did it when defending him in some way. This had escalated to the point until she had cursed Malfoy after one of his snide remarks towards Harry. Hermione, the teachers’ pet, was called up to the headmaster’s office, and though Harry wasn’t sure what was talked about, whatever it was made Hermione furious.

She stormed into the common room, fuming with anger, and pretty much told Harry that he wouldn’t be staying with his relatives this summer. Harry, of course, didn’t mind this one bit.

So here Harry was, welcomed into Hermione’s home with a large bedroom as his own, happily unpacking his belongings.

“How do you like it?”

Hermione’s voice brought a smile to Harry’s face as he turned around and said, “It’s brilliant.”

Ron might have made fun of Harry for this, but he quite liked that Hermione stood up for him. With Harry’s childhood, it was a rare and precious thing for anyone to show such fierce protectiveness towards him. However, the increased appreciativeness towards Hermione had Harry rethinking the way that he felt for her.

He had mentally thought of Hermione as his sister previously, but what Harry felt when he looked at Hermione now is far from brotherly. Harry had noticed the way that Hermione was no longer just a mousy bookworm. Instead, she had transformed into a witch that any wizard would be proud to have on his arm. Harry was sure that the other guys were catching on to this fact, but he would give them no chance. Harry had all summer with Hermione, and he would make good use of that time to try and change their relationship.

It’s been over a month since summer vacation had started, and Hermione noticed that Harry was much more attentive toward her recently. It was fairly subtle at the start, but when Harry began to give Hermione casual compliments on her looks, there was no way to miss his intentions.

Finally! Hermione had put so much effort into actually caring about her appearance and clothing this year. It was disheartening when Harry didn’t really notice at first. However, for some reason, ever since Hermione had cursed Malfoy, Harry had started to look at her differently.

Hermione knew with the snail’s pace of Harry’s attempts at ‘courting’ her would result in handholding by the end of summer… maybe. But, that was far too slow for Hermione, she knew who she wanted, and tonight would be the night when they would seal the deal. Her parents’ being conveniently away tonight definitely worked in Hermione’s favor. The rest of the day passed by normally while Hermione waited for her parents to leave the house.

In a couple of hours, they were waving at the car driving away before Hermione said, “Let’s go to my room, Harry.”

Hermione grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him upstairs before closing the door behind them. There was nobody else in the house, but Hermione felt that it was more intimate with the door closed.

She pushed the wide-eyed Harry onto her bed before saying, “Do you know what I noticed, Harry?”

Harry shook his head rapidly while watching the girl he loved slowly unbutton her pants. Hermione continued, “Someone who’s too slow with getting to the point.”

She was only in her underwear now, letting Harry see her modest breasts and toned body in all its glory, “Don’t you think you have too many clothes on?”

Harry scrambled to shed his clothes as Hermione climbed onto the bed and crawled towards Harry. She planted herself on the tent in Harry’s boxers and ground her hips over the hard cock, and smiled, “Now was this that difficult, Harry? As if I would ever reject someone I love.”

Harry said with a strangled voice, “I thought it would be better if I went slow.”

Hermione reached into his boxers to pull out his stiff shaft, admiring how nice it felt, and said, “And what do you think now?”

“This is much better!” Harry squeaked out.

“That’s what I thought,” Hermione said with a smug tone before pulling her panties to the side. Hermione closed her eyes in pleasure as she sank her tight pussy onto Harry’s cock without stopping until their hips met each other.

Harry pulled Hermione down to get a taste of her soft lips and said, “We got things a little out of order, Hermione. We’re supposed to kiss first, I think.”

Hermione laid on top of Harry and rolled her hips on his cock, “You’ll have plenty of time to kiss me later. Now, are you going to fuck me, or do I have to do all the work?”

As soon as Hermione said that, Harry flipped them over, so she was under him and started pounding down into her. His eyes roved over her moaning, flushed face to her jiggling tits encased in a bra. Harry wanted to rip that offending piece of cloth away, but Harry feared that he wouldn’t last much longer if he did. In a bit of anger at not seeing her tits, Harry started to fuck Hermione harder into her bed, the frame squeaking every time his hips crashed into her.

It wasn’t much longer until Harry felt Hermione’s pussy clenching around his pistoning cock, and he dived down to swallow her moans with his mouth. Harry erratically rutted into Hermione’s pussy before spilling his cum deep into her.

After a few more thrusts to empty every drop of cum into Hermione, Harry moved off her and lay by her side.

They both looked at each other with a content smile, already looking forward to the future together.