As the sound of the bell echoed inside the huge mansion, a black haired girl who was sprawled on a sofa with a book in her hands in the main hall shook vigorously at the unexpected disturbance.
Hermione Granger got up suddenly with a deep frown on her face. Her parents had just left for work, and now she had to spend the day alone.
The book in her hands remained unturned, a rare phenomenon for someone like Hermione, as some other matter was drawing Hermione's focus constantly away from its pages.
And the 'other matter' occupying her mind was none other than Harry Potter, specifically what had happened between them on the Hogwarts Express.
Every time she thought of those moments, a deep reddening blush would creep onto her face, and her lips would automatically widen in a deep smile. As she recalled those memories, a strange sensation would pass through her body, and she could not help but crave more. She was missing the warmth, those moments of carnal desires, the love she had shared with Harry. The pleasure she felt, the security she had felt in Harry's embrace was still very fresh in her mind.
The sound of the doorbell jolted her out of her reverie, and she wondered if her parents had forgotten something in the house. Absent mindedly, she reached the gate and unbolted the lock.
As the gate was slightly flung open, her eyes widened in shock at the face greeting her across the half chained barrier. Harry, with his bright emerald eyes, was standing with a smile on his face.
"Hello, Miss Granger," Harry grinned even wider.
"Harry…" was all Hermione could stammer after moments of shock.
"How?" she questioned with disbelief, her facial expression one of pure shock.
"Are you going to keep me standing here, Hermione?" Harry chuckled in amusement. He had expected this kind of reaction. "Let me in first. Then you can carry out your interrogation."
Hermione's face turned red with embarrassment at Harry's words. She quickly unhooked the chain, and Harry stepped inside the hall.
He took a step forward and pushed the gate closed with his right hand without turning back, while his left hand reached for Hermione's waist.
Before Hermione could react, she felt a force pulling her, and the next moment, she was face to face with Harry, their lips merely centimetres apart. They could feel the warm breaths of each other and Hermione's body shivered and trembled.
Hermione flushed, but even so, and despite the little embarrassment she was feeling, she did not control her instinct as she leaned forward, and her lips met Harry's.
Harry acted aggressively, sucking hard on her lips with his tongue prying inside her mouth. The duo separated only after they were out of breath and gasping for air.
"Harry," said Hermione between deep breaths. "I… love you."
"I love you too, Hermione," said Harry as his hands continued to roam over her body.
Hermione pulled away with a pout, and Harry chuckled at her reaction.
"You are avoiding my questions, Harry," she pouted.
Harry chuckled, and this aggravated Hermione further. He raised his hands in mock surrender.
"Okay… ask… I will tell you everything," he said.
Hermione's pout faded as she smiled brightly.
"How were you able to come here? I do not think I ever told any of you my address," she questioned. "Even if you knew, how come your uncle allowed it?"
Harry's face stiffened, as he had not prepared himself for the first part of the question. In his excitement, he had forgotten that Hermione was a girl who actually used common sense. Not like those from the Wizarding world.
"Well… I would not be living with my uncle anymore," replied Harry.
Hermione's eyes widened at this.
"And I have not run away from their house," said Harry, as if understanding her train of thoughts. "I have shifted to my parents' house. It was part of an inheritance they had left for me."
He did not specify his family legacy or his status. He did not want people to find out that he was aware of everything before he gained the Lordship of his house.
Hermione's face eased at this, but confusion was still present on her face.
"Does Headmaster Dumbledore agree with your decision?" She questioned.
The question struck a nerve with Harry.
"Albus Dumbledore does not get to decide where I live or what I do with my life. He has no more role to play in the choices I make in my life," he almost snapped and his pitch became a note high. "He has already made more than enough decisions for me."
Instantly realising his over exaggerated reaction, he calmed himself down.
"I will inform him at the appropriate time," said Harry further. "Until then, keep this a secret."
Hermione understood that talking about this topic would do no good, and she nodded in agreement, "Okay."
She decided that she would talk with Harry about it later. For now, she could only keep her promise and keep this a secret.
"Even so," she continued after a moment of silence. "How did you know my address?"
"Well…" he said. "I was discussing the Muggle world with Professor McGonagall one time. During that conversation, she mentioned your address."
Though sceptical of the answer, Hermione nodded.
"Come," she said. "Let us go to my room."
"Your questions are over?" Harry said with a surprised face, and then he leaned forward. "Or are you too eager to do it?" he whispered with a teasing smile on his face.
"Harry!" shouted Hermione as she punched Harry's arm. Harry chuckled and followed behind Hermione towards her room.
"Where did you learn wandless magic?" Hermione asked on the way. It had been very shocking for Hermione seeing him perform wandless magic.
Harry was prepared for the question.
"I have recently found a few of my parents' things. You know old notebooks, diaries and some other stuff," he replied. "It was from there that I learned these tricks and also about the house they have left for me."
"I see," muttered Hermione as she walked ahead.
Harry, since, could not see her face and therefore could not tell if she had been convinced by the answer or not.
Well, it did not really matter. This was the only answer he was going to give every other person if they questioned the sudden changes in him.
After walking through the corridor for a few seconds, the duo stopped at one of the locked doors. Hermione rotated the door lock and pushed the door open.
Following behind Hermione, Harry stepped inside the room. The room was just as one would expect of Hermione. Neat, clean, and well organized. The walls had been painted in shades of light blue. Wooden shelves, packed to the brim with books, lined two of the walls. All in all, an intellectual grace adorned it. At the other end, a small fireplace had been set up. Two chairs with a small round table were placed near the fireplace.
Hermione proceeded forward and took her seat on her small but cozy bed in the centre of the room.
She patted the space next to her and beckoned for Harry to sit.
"Come," she said.
Harry followed suit and sat next to her, his body almost brushing against Hermione's.
"Harry…" muttered Hermione with a hint of embarrassment and a cute pout.
"Are your questions over?" Harry inquired.
Hermione nodded with a muffled nod.
"For now," she remarked. "But you are clearly hiding things from me."
"Also, you need to teach me the wandless trick you did with my luggage," she said in no nonsense tone.
"Sure thing," chuckled Harry.
The duo remained in silence for a few moments as they gazed at each other 's face. Hermione's face turned into a clear shade of red while an evil grin spread across Harry's face. They both knew what was going in the mind of each other.
Harry stretched his right hand and took hold of Hermione by her hand and pulled her on his lap.
Though Hermione showed reluctance, the way she followed the lead after being pulled clearly showed her reluctance was only superficial. And then what followed was an intense session of passion and love making.
The wizard and witch duo indulged themselves in each other for a long time. They tried many things which they could not have tried the first time because of the constraint of space. They were only done after they had completely satisfied themselves and quenched their thirst.
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