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Tutor Me: Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2023-07-13 14:00:01 +0000 UTCA new short story to replace A Family Affair now that it's finished. I like doing these because it give me chance to explore new ideas without taking away too much time form my longer stories. I expect this one to run about 4-5 chapters. This takes place in an AU where James and Lily lived, no Voldemort, and Harry is a popular and talented wizard. Because of this, he and Hermione haven't gotten as close as they were in canon. Now that Hermione is in her final year, she turns to Harry for help in the one subject she has no experience. Boys. Happy reading!
Tutor Me
Chapter 1
“Why don’t you ask Granger? She’s looked right fit since the Ball.”
Hermione froze just before stepping into the courtyard, eyes narrowed as she heard the familiar Irish tones of Seamus Finnigan.
“Granger!?” Ron asked incredulously. “She might be nice to look at, but she’s completely frigid. She’d never put out. I heard she only gave Krum a kiss on the cheek.”
“Fine, what about Megan Jones from Hufflepuff?” Seamus asked.
“She does have a nice chest,” Ron said. “And she’s Gwenog’s cousin. Hey, maybe I could talk her into introducing me.”
Scoffing, Hermione slipped past the two boys unnoticed and made her way toward the library.
“Stupid, egotistical, misogynistic git,” she grumbled.
“Hey, Hermione,” Heather Potter said as they met in the corridor.
Heather was Harry Potter’s little sister and one of the few real friends she had in the school. Though Heather was a year younger than her, they still both shared the same drive to learn all they could about magic. When they first met, Hemione had expected Heather, sister to the famous Boy-Who-Lived, to be jealous of her brother’s fame. It turned out she was anything but. Being almost painfully shy in their younger years, she’d been more than happy to let him take the limelight.
Harry was, without a doubt, the best-looking and most popular boy in the school. By the start of the year, their seventh, he’d become the youngest Seeker in a century and gone on to win five Quidditch Cups. He’d become the youngest Triwizard Champion in history and won the European under eighteen Dueling Championship twice. Despite his hectic schedule, he still managed to keep pace with Hermione in terms of grades. While they weren’t close friends, they had a friendly rivalry to see who would take the top spot in each class.
“Who’s bothering you this time?” Heather asked.
“Oh, Ronald,” Hermione sighed.
“What’d he do this time?” Heather asked, brushing a lock of red hair that had come loose from her ponytail behind her ear.
“He and Seamus were talking about which girls they were going to ask out to Hogsmeade again,” Hermione said. “When Seamus suggested me, he called me frigid.”
“Well, you’re a bit of a wallflower, maybe, but definitely not frigid,” Heather smiled teasingly. “Why is he getting to you so much? I mean, he’s said worse things about you.”
“I have been thinking about getting a boyfriend lately,” Hermione admitted quietly. “I’d like to have some experience before I leave Hogwarts, but I don’t even know where to start.”
Sighing, Hermione ran a hand through her bushy hair and grimaced when they got stuck in a knot.
“I hope you’re not asking me for advice,” Heather said, “Because I have even less experience than you do. At least you had a date to the Ball. I stayed in the common room all night.”
“Viktor wasn’t even interested in me,” Hermione huffed. “He was engaged. He just wanted a date that wasn’t going to fawn all over him. Ugh, why can’t someone just write a book on how to be a woman?”
“They do. It’s called Witch Weekly,” Heather said, giggling when Hermione rolled her eyes.
Entering the library, they spit up to gather the books they needed and then met back up at their usual table in the back.
“Here’s a thought,” Heather whispered. “Why don’t you get someone to teach you?”
“Teach me what?” Hermione asked suspiciously.
“Teach you how to get a date,” Heather smiled.
“Like who, Lavender?” Hermione scoffed. “I have no interest in acting like a complete bimbo to attract boys.”
“You could ask Harry,” Heather suggested. “He’d be willing to teach you, and you know he won’t make you do anything you don’t want to or spread rumors. Besides, he’s never had trouble finding a date. He dated Penny, the Head Girl, in his third year. I know it was kind of a joke, but she still says he’s the best boyfriend she ever had. Then he dated Fleur for a while, and they only broke up because she went back to France. And until school started, he was dating an Auror Trainee named Tonks. She was super fun and a Metamorphmagus. Even though he’s broken things off with all of them, they’re all still good friends, and I know they’d all love to get back together with him.”
“I don’t know,” Hermione frowned thoughtfully as she nibbled on her bottom lip.
“That, or you could just go ask someone out and see how it goes,” Heather grinned. “Maybe you could ask Ron?”
Hermione swatted her shoulder with a book, and they both broke into giggles. Madam Pince poked her head around the corner and shushed them with a glare. Getting their laughter under control, they went back to their books. But Hermione’s mind kept wandering to Heather’s suggestion.
Maybe it’s not such a bad idea after all, she thought.
~
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Hermione muttered to herself.
Being Head Girl, she just so happened to share a suite off of the Gryffindor common room with Harry. At the start of the year, she hadn’t really thought much about it. Harry was a considerate roommate, he let her study in peace, and he didn’t bring girls around. All in all, she considered it an improvement over the dorm she’d shared with Parvati and Lavender for the last six years. Now, waiting for Harry to drop his bag off after class before heading down to dinner, she chewed her bottom lip and bounced her leg nervously.
All day, her mind had bounced back and forth between whether to ask him or not. Hermione had always been eager to learn, but human interactions had always been the area she struggled in most. Her thoughts came to a screeching halt when the door opened, and Harry walked in, his bag slung over his shoulder.
“Hey, Hermione,” he smiled.
After tossing his bag on his bed, he paused and looked at her closely.
“Did you need something?” Harry asked.
“I – Well, I was hoping to get your help with something,” Hermione stammered. “Would you be willing to tutor me?”
“Giving up in Runes so soon?” Harry asked with a teasing grin.
Hermione ignored the flip her stomach did when she looked at his crooked smile and huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Not a chance,” she said. “My project is coming along just fine, thank you.”
“Alright,” Harry grinned, raising his hands in surrender. “What do you need help with?”
“I need you to teach me how to find a boyfriend,” Hermione blurted before she lost her nerve.
“Do you want me to set you up with someone?” Harry asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“No – Well, maybe,” Hermione said, sighing. “Later, perhaps. It’s just… I don’t even know how to attract a boy or go on a date or anything, really. And I don’t have any experience, especially when it comes to being… physical. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Not to mention-”
“Whoa, Hermione, slow down,” Harry said, smiling softly. “What, exactly, do you want me to teach you?”
“How to be a girlfriend?” Hermoine asked before sighing. “That’s the thing. I don’t know enough to know what I need to learn.”
“Alright, I think I understand,” Harry said. “Sure, I’ll teach you. But before we do anything, I need to know if you trust me.”
“Of course I do,” Hermione said. “I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t.”
“Good,” he smiled. “Meet me on the seventh floor corridor after dinner tonight.”
“Why the seventh floor?” Hermione asked. “Can’t we do it here?”
“You’ll see,” Harry grinned. “Trust me.”
With a wink, he slipped out into the common room and closed the door. Blowing out a breath, Hermione fell into her chair, trying desperately to wrangle the maelstrom of emotions she was feeling.
~
Hermione left dinner early, too nervous to stay and eat more than a few bites. Checking the watch her mother had given her last Christmas, she sighed. It would be another few minutes, at least, before Harry showed up. She began to pace back and forth, nibbling on her bottom lip as she tried to get her nerves under control. In an effort to keep her mind busy, she started to go over what she wanted to learn in her head.
After a couple of passes back and forth, Hermione noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. When she turned to see what it was, she was surprised to find a door where there had only been a blank wall a couple of minutes before. Furrowing her brow curiously, she slowly approached and turned the knob.
“Hello,” she called, cracking the door open.
When she didn’t receive a response, she pushed the door open further and looked inside. Inside were several shelves filled with oddly shaped objects, a few bookshelves, and a comfortable-looking bed. Intrigued, Hermione headed straight for the bookshelves and looked over the titles on the spines.
‘The Magick of Sex’ ‘A Witch’s Guide to Pleasing Wizards’ ‘101 Ways to Spice Up Your Love Life’ ‘The Pleasures of Anal Sex’
Blushing, Hermione looked around and found that every book she could see was about sex.
What is this place, she wondered.
Turning to look at the shelves behind her, she froze and gasped when she saw what was there. In her rush to look at the books, she’d walked right past shelves filled with dildos of all shapes, sizes, and colors. On the shelves beyond that were things like clamps, gags, and things she didn’t even know the use for. Slowly, she started to back up towards the door.
“It’s an amazing room, isn’t it?”
Blushing harder than she ever had in her life, Hermione spun around to find Harry leaning against the doorframe with a smile on his face.
“What is this place?” Hermione asked defensively.
“Welcome to the Room of Requirement,” Harry said, waving his hand around grandly. “Have you figured out what it does yet?”
“It’s some sort of… sex room,” Hermione said, trying to get her blush under control.
“Not quite,” Harry smiled, stepping inside and closing the door. “Better than my first guess, though. It took me over a year to figure this place out. I found it in my second year by accident. I spent the first month just trying to find it again. Here, watch this.”
Harry closed his eyes, looking like he was concentrating hard. Hermione yelped when the shelves started retracting into the floor. The walls expanded outwards rapidly until they were so far away she could no longer see them. Piles and piles of books, furniture, brooms, cauldrons, and even quills appeared from the floor. The once small room had turned into the largest warehouse she’d ever seen. There was so much to see she thought it could take years, maybe even decades, to go through it all.
“Wow,” Hermione gasped. “This is massive.”
“The House Elves call this the Room of Lost Things,” Harry explained. “Basically, this is the repository of everything that’s been lost or hidden in the castle over the last thousand years or so. From what research I’ve been able to do, this room was built by Rowena Ravenclaw, kind of like her version of the Chamber of Secrets. All you have to do is pace back and forth three times outside the door and think about what you want. The room’s magic uses anything in here to give you what you want. It can’t create anything, though. So, there are some limitations.”
“That’s – That’s incredible,” Hermione breathed. “There must be so much history in here.”
“A thousand years of it,” Harry smiled. “Here, close your eyes and think of a book, any book.”
Thinking for a moment, Hermione closed her eyes and held out her hands. A moment later, a book fell into her arms. She would’ve dropped it if Harry hadn’t rushed forward and helped her catch it. Feeling his hands touching hers, she blushed slightly and tried to ignore it by looking a the book. When she did, she let out a gasp.
“Oh my God,” she said, bouncing excitedly. “It’s a first edition copy of Hogwarts, a History! Do you have any idea how much this is worth?”
“Nope,” Harry said. “I’m sure my mum and Heather would, though.”
“Does Heather know about this?” Hermione asked.
“Yeah, but I made her promise not to tell anyone about it,” Harry said. “I know it was a bit selfish, but there were times I just needed to get away from everyone for a bit.”
Hermione bit her lip and nodded. Harry had been put under a lot of pressure over the years. The teachers all expected him to do well, and his classmates expected him to be larger than life. It seemed to her that they often forgot he was a student just like them. As much as she would’ve liked to have known about this room sooner, she could understand Harry wanting to keep it to himself.
The room began to change around them again, and Hermione watched as it began to look like a smaller version of the Gryffindor common room with a bed against one wall. It looked like a comfortable, peaceful place to spend an afternoon, making her wonder just how much time Harry had spent here.
Knowing what they would be getting to next, Hermione felt her nervousness return. Clearing her throat, she pushed her hair behind her ears and pulled a scrap of parchment out of her bag.
“I’ve given this some thought, and these are some of the things I’d like to learn,” she said.
As Harry began to look over the list, his eyebrows rose, and Hermione blushed, her hands fidgeting with her skirt.
“Flirting, dating, kissing, oral, and… sex?” he asked.
“If you’re willing to, of course,” Hemione said, nibbling her bottom lip.
“Right,” Harry said.
Smiling, he crumbled the parchment into a ball and lobbed it into the fireplace.
“But-”
“This isn’t a class, Hermione,” Harry interrupted, though not unkindly, as he rested his hands on her shoulders. “I get what you’re trying to do. This is something that makes you uncomfortable, and you think having some sort of structure will make it easier, right?”
Blushing, she hadn’t even realized that’s what she’d done, but now that he said it, that’s exactly what her thoughts had been.
“Sorry,” Hermione mumbled.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” he told her gently. “Everyone’s nervous the first time. The first thing I need to teach you is how to be comfortable and confident in yourself.”
Running his hands along her collarbone, Harry undid her tie and pulled it free. Smiling kindly, he placed his hands on her waist and slowly pulled her closer until their faces were just inches apart. Hermione first placed her hands on his arms, then jerkily hung them over his shoulders. Her stomach felt like it was doing flips in her stomach as she stared into his bright green eyes.
“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?” Harry asked.
Hermione nodded, and suddenly his lips were on hers. After a brief, muffle yelp of surprise, she closed her eyes and moved her lips against his. Compared to what she’d seen in broom cupboards as a Prefect and through the windows of Madam Puddifoots, Harry was nearly as aggressive as she was expecting. She often thought the boys looked like they were trying to inhale a girl’s face, but this felt nothing like that.
It was so nice, in fact, that she opened her mouth without conscious thought, allowing his tongue to slip between her lips. As she tentatively pressed her tongue to his, she felt his hands slowly caress her back. Starting between her shoulders, he trailed them down, stopping just above the curve of her bum.
Suddenly, his arms tightened, and Harry pulled her body tightly against his. His thigh ended up between her legs, pressed against her mound, and caused her to inhale sharply through her nose. Her nipples hardened, and even through her bra, she could feel them rubbing against the hard muscles of his chest.
After a few more moments, Hermione ran out of breath and pulled her lips away from him. As she panted for breath, Harry trailed a line of kisses down her jaw to the side of her neck, where he sucked lightly at her pulse point. At the same time, his hand pressed against the small of her back, forcing her mound hard against his thigh. Hermione bit her bottom lip hard and tilted her head back, both to give him better access to her neck and to stifle the moan that threatened to break free.
After kissing his way back up her jaw, Harry claimed her lips again. This time, she couldn’t hold back and moaned into his mouth. As if her body had a mind of its own, her hips jerked, grinding herself against his thigh. A blush stained her cheeks when she realized just how damp her knickers felt against her skin. Thankfully, Harry wouldn’t be able to feel that through her skirt.
As he continued caressing her back, she noticed his hands dipping slightly lower each time. Hermione knew what was coming, but she still gasped lightly when his hands squeezed her bum. A few seconds later, Harry pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, his hands still lightly groping her bum.
The boyish grin on his face was infectious. Hermione smiled back even as she blushed and looked away embarrassedly.
“Ahem, was that alright?” she asked nervously.
Harry chuckled softly, “You tell me. Do you feel that?”
Hermione furrowed her brow and looked up at him curiously. Just as she opened her mouth to ask him what he meant, she felt something large, hard, and hot pulse against her leg. Heat rushed to her face as she stared at him in shock.
“I-Is that your – um… thing?” she stammered.
“My thing?” Harry asked teasingly.
“Your… penis,” Hermione huffed, almost whispering the word.
“Okay, we definitely need to work on your dirty talk,” Harry grinned. “And yes, that’s my penis, dick, cock, whatever you want to call it. Now, do you know why it’s hard?”
“Because you’re… aroused,” Hermione said, wondering if he could feel the heat radiating off of her face.
“Because of you,” Harry said firmly, his gaze burning with intensity. “I’m like this all because of you.”
“Oh,” Hermione said, swallowing thickly.
Squeezing her bum firmly, he pulled her in for another kiss. Hermione moaned as her mound rubbed against his thigh, but this time, she was completely conscious of his erection as it dug into hers. She tried to map out the size and shape in her mind, but before she could, he pulled back.
“So, to answer your question. Yes. I think you’re a very good kisser,” Harry smiled. “And incredibly cute when you blush.”
Hermione slapped his shoulder lightly but couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. Harry chuckled in response and pecked her on the lips.
“As much as I’d like to stay here for the rest of the night, we both have Transfigurations homework to finish,” Harry said. “You still okay with this?”
“I’m fine,” Hermione nodded.
“Good,” Harry smiled, letting go of her bum. “Do you want to keep this private, or do you want the full simulated boyfriend experience?”
“Could we just keep this between us for now?” Hermione asked, biting her lip.
“Sure,” Harry said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leading her toward the door. “I take it my sister knows about this?”
“Yes,” Hermione admitted. “Why did she say something?”
“Just a couple of things she said in passing that make a lot more sense now,” he told her with a smile.
He opened the door for her and gestured for her to go first. As soon as they stepped out into the corridor, the door melted back into a wall. Together they walked back to Gryffindor Tower. As their discussion turned to Transfigurations, Hermione relaxed around the more familiar, comfortable subject. By the time they made it to the Head’s Suite, although her blush was under control, her mind kept going back to her kiss with Harry.
As they sat next to each other on the couch, doing their homework in relative silence, her mind drifted back to that moment in the Room of Requirement. At times, she swore she could feel the phantom of his excitement pressing against her thigh.
Harry finished his homework before she did. Turning on the Wireless, he grabbed a Quidditch magazine and sat back to relax. When Hermione finally finished hers, her shoulders were tired from spending hours hunched over her book. Smiling, Harry reached over and started rubbing her neck and shoulders.
“Ooh, that feels nice,” Hermione groaned.
“You still have one more assignment for tonight,” Harry told her.
“What assignment?” Hermione asked with a frown, wondering if she’d forgotten something.
“Mine,” he said.
“You’re giving me homework?” Hermione asked amusedly.
“Uh-huh,” Harry smiled, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back against his chest. “Tonight, before you go to bed, I want you to masturbate while thinking about me.”
“What, why!?” Hermione asked, her blush returning with a vengeance.
“To make you more comfortable thinking and talking about this sort of thing,” Harry said. “Tomorrow, before we head down to breakfast, I’m going to ask you to tell me what you thought about. I want you to tell me exactly what I did to you in your fantasy. And to keep things fair, I’ll do the same thing. Deal?”
“Is that really necessary?” Hermione asked.
“No, but I really do think it will help,” Harry said. “It’s perfectly normal and acceptable to have desires about the people you know. I’m sure you’ve fantasized about me before, and I’ve certainly fantasized about you.”
“But what does this have to do with getting a boyfriend?” Hermione asked, her skin tingling as Harry’s hands caressed her ribs dangerously close to the bottom of her breasts.
“Sex is a big part of any romantic relationship,” Harry said. “Being able to talk about your desires is key. If you can’t talk about it, any problems you have are going to fester and destroy your relationship. Dirty talk is also great before and during sex. Really spices things up, especially if you want to try any roleplaying.”
“Oh,” Hermione said, fighting to keep her breathing under control.
The feel of his hands through her thin blouse, so close to parts of her that ached to be touched, was making her more aroused than she wanted to admit.
“Alright,” she agreed breathlessly.
Hermione could feel his smile as he kissed her neck. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip and tried to relax and enjoy the feeling. She’d never expected being with a boy to feel this good. Even just laying against him filled her with a warmth she’d never experienced before. It gave her a craving for more, something which honestly worried her slightly. Hermione was honest enough to admit she had an addictive personality and could easily see herself becoming addicted to Harry.
Sooner than she would’ve liked, it was time to head to bed. Changing into her pajamas, Hermione crawled on top of the covers and turned out the lights. Thinking back to the Room of Requirement, she slipped her hand under the waistband of her knickers. She thought back to the feeling of his lips, his tongue caressing hers, and his hands groping her bum. Soon, her mind began to conjure images of what could’ve happened next while her fingers teased her folds.
“Harry,” she moaned.
Comments
Sage Berthelsen
Hmmm bit sudden for Hermonie to dive in like that without the MC crazy adventures. God I’d love for this Hermonie to be edited into a Goth. Goth LOVE!!
