Investigation of Passion ch.14

"Put your arm around me," Hermione said.

They were walking to Harry’s house after spending most of the afternoon watching the hidden camera and waiting for Bellatrix to slip away. She never did, and Harry was almost certain his fantasy of her double life was just a figment of his imagination.

"What?" he said.

"Your mom thinks we’re in a relationship," Hermione said. "We’ll have to play that part for her tonight."

"Why do you seem excited about this?" he asked. Hermione shrugged. "I’ve never had a boyfriend before."

"And I’ve never had a girlfriend."

"So, put your arm around me," Hermione said. "I’ll let you touch my butt."

She smiled at him. Harry glanced over his shoulder as if someone might be watching them, then reached out and touched one of Hermione’s buttocks. It was soft and sent a shiver up his arm to his groin. He left it there for a second, then wrapped his arm around her waist as they approached the front door.

Bellatrix was waiting for them and opened the door as they stepped onto the porch. She took out her phone and immediately snapped a picture of them before either could say anything.

"You’ll thank me for this when you’re older," his mom said.

"mom..." Harry groaned. "Please tell me you’re not going to document the entire evening."

"I’ll try to be subtle," she said. "Hermione, you look as lovely as ever. Come on in."

"Thank you, Mrs. Black," Hermione said. She put down her bag as they entered and took off her shoes.

"So, the surprise I mentioned," Bellatrix said. "I wanted to bring it to your room, but, well, you’ll see. It was a bit tricky."

Bellatrix took Harry’s hand, pulling him away from Hermione and leading him into the living room. The mini-fridge stood by the couch, with a small bow stuck to it. His mom smiled at him, spreading her arms as if presenting it to him.

"For your dorm!" she said. "What do you think?"

"Amazing," Harry said. "Exactly what I needed. Thanks, mom."

He pulled her into a hug, feeling her body press against his. She was still in her t-shirt, braless and in sweatpants, making it easy for him to feel the warmth and softness of her breasts through the fabric. The hug lasted for a moment, long enough for Harry’s thoughts to drift to other things. Long enough for him to feel a slight arousal.

Bellatrix pulled back slightly and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Harry smiled, still holding her in the embrace and returned the kiss, also on the lips. She tasted good, like fruity lip balm.

Hermione cleared her throat, folding her arms and stepping closer to Harry. Bellatrix seemed to snap out of it and quickly pulled away from her son.

"I’ve started on dinner," she said. "I can put the pizza in the oven as soon as you’re hungry."

"We’ll let you know," Harry said. "I think we’ll hang out in my room for a bit."

Bellatrix gave them a knowing look. She seemed slightly irritated, maybe even a bit jealous, but only for a moment.

"I want you both to come down and eat," she said. "But of course. No problem. You can even close the door if you want."

Harry chuckled. "Thanks, mom. How nice of you to allow us basic privacy."

"You’re welcome, Harry," she said, smiling at him. "We’ll be upstairs. Just yell when the food is ready."

Hermione followed Harry to his room. Once inside, he closed the door and sat on the bed. Hermione had been in his room dozens of times before, but this time the dynamic was different. The context surrounding their relationship had changed, and he could feel it in the sudden tension that decided to join them.

"Do you want to watch a movie or something?" he asked.

Talking about a movie made him think, almost automatically, about the film. It was easy for him to push that thought away, mainly because of how much they had done to prove stepmother's innocence.

"Not really," Hermione said. She sat down on the bed next to him. Harry felt his heart start to beat a little faster, and he didn't understand why. It was just Hermione, his childhood friend and partner in crime.

"We could just sit here," Harry said dryly.

"I thought... maybe we could practice?" Hermione didn't look at him and shrugged off the last word. "You know, so we can make sure that when Fleur wants her next show... it will be really convincing."

"We could practice," Harry said, a bit faster than seemed natural. He looked at Hermione.

Her breasts looked good in the tunic-style sweater she was wearing, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun that just begged to be undone.

"Good." Hermione looked at him, and the tension in the room rose to a new level. With Fleur watching and barking orders, it was different. It was more like being on stage or pretending. This was different, optional, and much easier to screw up.

Harry leaned in a bit toward her, trying not to show his lack of experience. Hermione smiled and blushed, almost looking like she was about to burst into laughter. Her face sobered when Harry reached for the prize, her lips parting and meeting his.

He kissed her, slowly at first, as if dipping a toe into cold water. Hermione turned towards him, leaning a bit on the bed. One of her hands rested on Harry's thigh. He kissed her again, and his excitement turned into a horny, teenage kind of sexual confidence.

He wrapped his arms around her, feeling the pull of the moment. They stretched out on the bed, their hands exploring each other as they continued to make out. Harry felt like he was seeing a side of Hermione that had always been there, waiting for him, and vice versa. They had always been close friends, never more than a few kisses away from this.

He grabbed her breast. Hermione let out a small sound of surprise and pleasure. He felt her hand move up the inside of his thigh, heading toward his quickly hardening cock. He kissed her neck and pressed closer to her, his erection poking her in the side of the leg.

They moved against each other, rubbing in a way that made taking off clothes seem irritating and incredibly time-consuming. Hermione shoved her tongue into his mouth, and Harry dry-humped her, pressing his hard bulge against her crotch.

The door opened, and he heard his stepmother clear her throat. 

"I forgot to ask what you want on your pizza," Bellatrix said. 

Harry and Hermione pulled away from each other, but not completely. The expression on his mom's face was unreadable. There was no judgment, but she wasn't smiling either. She simply watched them, two teenagers still half-embracing, and Harry's arousal was clearly visible even through his jeans. 

"Pepperoni," Harry said, looking more at Hermione than at his mom.

"I don't mind pepperoni," Hermione replied. They stared at each other, the heat of the moment dimming but not extinguishing.

Harry was surprised at how comfortable he felt, despite being interrupted and with his stepmother right there. Or maybe he was just too excited to care.

"Alright," Bellatrix said. She waited a few more seconds before finally smiling. "I'll let you know when it's ready."

The door creaked as it closed. Harry kissed Hermione and pushed her onto the bed, lying on top of her and letting his cock rest against her still-clothed belly. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, one hand caressing her breasts. Hermione ran her hands over his shoulders, back, and ass.

A noise made Harry look to the side. The door hadn't closed completely, and apparently, his mom hadn't gone back to the kitchen either. She watched them through the partially open door, one hand resting on her chest. Her eyes settled on Harry's for a moment, and he saw a hint of something malicious in them. She smiled again, sending a strange rush of excitement through him, then turned and walked toward the stairs.

What just happened? Harry stared at the door as his stepmother exited, long enough to disturb the floor where he and Hermione were kissing. She had been watching them. Did she leave just because he noticed her? Was she making sure they were safe, or... for other reasons?

"Harry," Hermione said. "We should stop here."

Harry looked back at Hermione.

"Alright," he said.

She frowned at him. "I thought you'd put up more of a fight."

"I would, but..." He hesitated. If he told Hermione how his mom had been watching, she'd make a bigger deal out of it than it was. "Never mind. You're right, though. We should save our energy for when Fleur is watching us."

The thought sent a tingle of anticipation through him. What would she ask of them today? Did it even matter? He wasn't sure they could set a boundary even if they tried.