Chapter 1

Every government has one thing in common, its decisions are unreal, while looking good on paper, they do not reflect the needs of reality. After the events of the Department of Secrets and the official return of Voldemort, the absurd decisions of the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, aimed at Dumbledore and Harry, end. Along with the resignation of the current head of government, a new one has formed, enforcing a completely different policy, but nevertheless... unreal.

"In light of the threat posed by the return of the dark wizard Tom Marvolo Riddle, the government is issuing a series of directives designed to prepare the wizarding society for lurking dangers by fighting, with all firmness and determination, the demographical decline in the wizards' world. In each school of magic, a unique project will be introduced to create the best quality wizards. To ensure that, compulsory tests will be carried out over the next month to determine the best male genes among all students of accurate age, taking into account intellect, physical predisposition, and hereditary aspects. According to the data collected, a hierarchy will be established in order to provide more female counterparts to those in the leading positions."

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The next morning – Gryffindor Common Room

"OUT-RA-GEOUS," Hermione articulated as she tossed the latest edition of the Daily Prophet against the table. "How can they even think of something like that?! After all, we are still students, we have our rights. No parent will agree to this ludicrous idea." Said Hermione with visible anger.

"Dad says," Ron said, stuffing himself on a cupcake, "that the ministry plans to use the power of coin, every family will receive a generous reward for their children's participation. He even mentioned that the parents of girls who become pregnant will receive a high bonus and a guarantee of paying for their grandchildren's education."

"And you say it with such calm? You know you have a younger sister?" Hermione asked indignantly.

"Ron is probably already considering his choice," Harry laughed.

"Fleur..." Sighed Ron in a dreamy way, grinning stupidly with an open mouth.

A heavy blow of the newspaper slammed the back of Ron's head.

"What else?!" Hermione became indignant again, then unfolded the newspaper and, pointing with her finger, read emphatically, "'taking into account IN-TEL-LECT.' Any Idea what that means? Or should I charm out a dictionary for you?"

Pissed off, Ron stood up, and while rubbing the back of his head he angrily said.

"Always must be the clever one, huh? Surely an equally clever Draco will take care of you, he and his daddy will make sure that he can choose as the first one. I don't want to even think about what he's going to do with you, and he will be able to do anything! Huh? What's with that grumpy face? Oh yes. Dad told me one more thing, the prime students will not be supervised by anyone, and the girls will be somehow given charm casts to compel them to obey their new principals. I don't know the details yet, but it will certainly be spectacular," Ron blurted out in one breath, then left slamming the door.

Overwhelmed Hermione almost collapsed on the couch in a gesture of disbelief.

"What are we going to do now, Harry?" She asked sitting next to The Chosen One.

"I don't know, but I feel like we're not going to rest after Umbridge," Harry sighed, staring at the fireplace.

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Three days later

Life at Hogwarts hasn't changed much since the Ministry's new doctrine was issued. It seemed as if everyone did not realize the gravity of the situation, as if what they had read would have happened in a distant country. Many loudly doubted the real entry into force of the project. With the news to come, everyone was to abandon all doubts.

Returning from a late breakfast in the great hall, Harry walked on reading 'Quidditch Through the Ages' and nibbling on a green apple.

'The main ancient games that provided some inspiration for Quidditch were: A goal post in an early version of Quidditch. A game by the name of Stichstock originated in Germany and consisted of a single wizard acting as a guardian or goalkeeper...' Harry's reading got interrupted by a sudden tug which led to him dropping his bitten apple. He turned his head annoyed to see Hermione pulling him by his arm into a side corridor.

"Ouch, 'Mione! It hurts!" Harry complained.

"Keep quiet and walk," she responded reproachfully entering the alcove at the end of the corridor.

"What is it about?"

Hermione peeked thoroughly around the corner. There was no one to be seen.

"Have a look," she said, unfolding the latest edition of the Morning Prophet in front of Harry, "see?"

"Personally, I prefer 'Which Broomstick?'" He joked, grinning.

"Uh, you're such a dork sometimes, you know? Here!" Hermione said pointing at the article from the chronicle section.

"So? They arrested someone. Big deal, they arrest people every day."

"Not just someone, but the La Davett couple! Famous magician lawyers who have filed a lawsuit against Ministry's latest regulation. Allegedly, the ministry's internal services discovered evidence of plans to reveal our world to Muggles at their house. They are exiled to Azkaban! Don't you understand?! They made an example of them, anyone who opposes the new government is going to end this way."

Harry rubbed his chin, staring at the newspaper.

"But that's not the worst of it, look at this," Hermione said turning the page.

On the main page, there was the latest note relating to the project from three days ago. The title of the headline was 'Project Hieronymus'.

"In 30 days, physical tests and reproductive rate studies will be conducted on all male students of accurate age. After that, one final theoretical test will be carried out on all subjects taught in magical schools, and one practical. The results of these tests will be converted into ranking points, they will help in creating the hierarchy ladder. Each student from the first 3 places will be able to choose a certain number of students available only to him to ensure the best male genes are used in the widest range. All tests will be overseen by the newly created department of the Ministry of Magic."

"Do you know what it means?" Hermione asked. "It actually means that even a sneaky rat like Malfoy can choose first. His grades are already 'E' level, his genetic bloodline is absolutely clean, and his father will certainly try to influence the results of his physical tests. It sounds new, but Ron was right. Harry... What if Malfoy... You know..." Her voice got stuck in her throat.

"Chooses you?" Harry finished her thought and Hermione nodded her head vigorously. "It's simple, we need to get someone you can trust to choose you then, someone who won't honor this ministry nonsense. Well, Ron is rather out, this donkey can't even rewrite a cheat sheet correctly. But you know, you have one friend who's always there for you," Harry smiled from ear to ear. "My genetics certainly leave no doubts, I'm the youngest seeker in Hogwart's Quidditch..." Harry started enumerating on his fingers.

"And you're just slightly smaller donkey than Ron," Hermione interrupted, tearing out the newspaper from his hands. "Just for my information, how do you plan to possess the most knowledge of all your students in a month?"

Harry took on a philosophical face indicating that he started to think seriously about the problem.

"I got this!" He suddenly shouted. "What does McGonagall always tell me?"

"That you should stop sticking out your tongue on the fifth year casting simple spells?" Hermione sneered, laughing.

'Ha ha ha,' Harry mimicked, grimacing. "She always tells me that I'm gifted, but I lack systematicity. It just so happens that I know someone who is a systematic bookworm and in whose interest it is for me to do my best on the tests."

"ME?!" Hermione's eyes widened. "Teaching you?!"

"What's so surprising, Hermione? I think we would make a great team," asked Harry, almost insulted.

"No no, that's not the point. It's just you can't possibly keep up with my pace. When it comes to studying, I do not accept half-measures, neither from myself nor others."

"Please... How hard can learning be?"

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2 days later – the library

"Hermione, please! I need a break!" Harry groaned, sinking his head into the book.

"Break?! We're beginning just the 8th chapter!" Hermione said indignantly. "Do you really think others will laze like you? Every boy in this school has started preparing for the exam. I saw Crabbe over a book yesterday, and I suspect he can hardly even read!"

"I'm exhaaausted..." A groan came from Harry's face still sank into the book.

"You're just the worst, you know?" Hermione gasped.

"Isn't there some spell? So that I can get all that knowledge at once?" Harry asked with hope in his voice.

"What else would you like, you gawk? Golden unicorn perhaps? Get up and read the introduction to high-concentration potions."

Harry rose his head, turned the page, and with his chin resting on his hand, began to read lazily.

Hermione, seeing Harry's paltry enthusiasm, looked carefully around. Hermione knowing the nooks and crannies of the library, chose a secluded corner of the library with comfortable sofas, away from prying eyes and ears. Hermione especially liked that spot, with a big sofa shaped in 'U' shape and a big table in the middle she could always place many books around. Making sure no one was around, she pulled out her wand.

"Put it aside for a moment," she said, "there is one spell that might help you, close your eyes."

"What?" Harry asked, intrigued.

"Do as I say. Okay. Visualization is one of the best motivators, or so I read. Now, imagine yourself taking first place, you chose whoever you want, and... uh... you saved me. You are sitting on the opposite couch now with all that power and respect, imagine how you feel, your possibilities, and the pleasure coming from that achievement. Good, now concentrate. Ready? When I cast the spell, open your eyes. 3... 2... 1... Imperto," Hermione said making a quick wiggle move with her wand from Harry's head towards the empty part of the sofa.

The increasing stream of light poured over the sofa, creating the figure of Harry on the couch with his arms outstretched at the sides, then the stream became more rapid, creating figures nestled in him on the sides. With each passing moment, the characters began to take on personalities, they turned out to be Katie and Cho. In short skirts, with legs braided around Harry, and hands trailing Harry's torso, they purred delightfully. Another figure began to materialize beneath the figure of Harry, whose legs were wide apart, and so the figure of Ginny was formed from the emerging light. In a kneeling position, she ran her arms along Harry's thighs, paying particular attention to the quite impressive length that stretched along the crotch. After a while, with a lascivious smile she bit her lower lip and began to undo the waistband of Harry's pants, while Cho turned Harry's head towards her and sank his lips in a deep kiss. As the action began to take a purely lustful and more aggressive motion, Hermione, with her eyes wide open and a blush on her face, made a hasty move of her wand, almost squeaking out the spell. At the same time, the figures turned into a golden cloud resembling a puff of clouds and began to descend, soaking into the surroundings.

"I-I don't know what to say Harry, I'm so sorry, it's just I've never seen the spell work before. I only read about its effect. I had no idea that-" Explained quickly Hermione with visible embarrassment.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, you only wanted to help," interrupted equally embarrassed Harry waving his hands. "Besides, it's all because of me, and the ridiculous thought that came to my mind."

It's not that Harry was embarrassed by the whole incident, there were intimate close-ups between him and Ginny more than once, it's just the presence of Hermione made him somehow nervous, he felt weird as he felt like he wouldn't feel like that around any other girl. And so, this sudden incident made him feel surprisingly ashamed.

"Ahem, anyway, let's go back to our subject, explain to me the purpose of the potion for Dreamless Sleep, please."

"Right!" Hermione responded eagerly with noticeable relief. "As you know there are many types of curses and magical illnesses…"

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Harry lately spent his days between the library, classes, the cafeteria, and the dormitory. His time-consuming routine became so strong that he stopped noticing it. For this reason, he lost the social contacts he always kept high as The Boy Who Survived. But he couldn't help the feeling that people were staring more than usual, girls in particular. Their eyesight was often accompanied by laughter and hushed voices, but these were not hearty smiles, but rather... mockery. After some thought, when Harry entered the library, he became convinced that something was up. Instinctively, he checked himself in one of the mirrors, but he looked just as usual, there was no sheet of paper beside the shoe, everything seemed to be fine. He greeted the master of the library with a warm smile and turned down into one of the book alleys. Suddenly, he was pulled into another recess by a sudden tug on his sleeve. The kidnapper turned out to be once again Hermione who after making sure that no one saw them, began to speak anxiously.

"Hey Harry, howareyou? Nevermind, look, I, umm... I don't know how to tell you this. It's just this whole ministry decree news changed a lot in the school, you see? People included. Some more than others..." Hermione mumbled making almost no sense.

"Just spit it out," Harry laughed kindly.

"It's not that easy!" Hermione said indignantly. "It's that G-"

Hermione's statement was interrupted by the loud cough of a Raven girl as she sped between the aisles, heading towards them, apparently looking for some book.

"Okay, just meet me today at 8 pm, on the 5th floor next to the brooming class, I will explain everything then," said Hermione quickly as leaving the alley. "Oh! And I left you 3 books about various of ancient runes with my notes on our table, make sure to read them before sunset!" Finished talking at a normal volume before vividly making her way into one of the alleys.

"Well, at least these will be helpful," said Harry taking a glance at a pile of books waiting for him at their usual table.

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Having beaten an extremely persistent puzzle of the moving stairs, Harry found himself on the 5th floor, it is usually empty during these hours, the more it made him wonder about Hermione's behavior. When he got to the door of the brooming class, he looked around. With Hermione nowhere to be found, he started to examine the numerous ornaments around the heavy wooden door. Once he began to recognize some symbols as 12th-century runes, a calling pulled him out of his deep thought process.

"Harry!" Somebody whispered.

As he turned around, he encountered Hermione standing quite close to him. 'Am I so tired I didn't even hear her coming?' Harry thought wearing surprised a face.

"What is the meaning of all of this Hermione? Would you be so kind as to finally enlighten me?" Harry asked, slightly annoyed at himself.

Hermione inflated in a sight of annoyance too. "It is a highly delicate matter, I couldn't tell you earlier without the risk of being heard, also, please don't blame the messenger," Hermione stopped with a sigh. "You know how every boy has started to race for points in upcoming tests of the Ministry, right? Someone has started to spread a rumor about Ginny, that says she started to bet on more than one horse, know what I mean?"

Harry couldn't help not to laugh. "Are you trying to say that my girlfriend is cheating on me? Don't be ridiculous, you've done all that because somebody told you some gossip?" Said Harry as he kept laughing.

"IT. IS. NOT. JUST. A. GOSSIP. It is THE gossip of the school! I've not heard it from just one person, almost every girl in the school is talking about it!"

"Well, thanks, but people tend to say things like this out of spite. You get used to that," Harry said calmly. "Thanks once more, but if you excuse me, I have to finish the last book of ancient runes. You know your notes are sometimes longer than the chapter itself? – Harry finished talking in a casual manner."

"Do you have to treat everything so lightly?" Said outraged Hermione. "I would not spend my time on some girls' fantasies."

"Okay, okay. Sorry. I just can't comprehend that my girlfriend whom I see every day, and who is one of the most social and sincere people is somehow secretly seeing somebody else."

As Harry said that, he actually realized he's been actually so busy lately, that he's been seeing Ginny only in the common room passing her after classes.

"I learned something else..." Changing her tone to distressed again.

"What is it?"

"Come with me."

"Can't you just tell me?"

"I could, but it's better if I show you."

"Ahh..." Harry gripped, but followed his friend.

Hermione walked briskly down the corridor. Despite extensive knowledge of the structure of Hogwarts, Harry soon had trouble knowing exactly where he was. Eventually, they reached a narrow staircase, and after climbing them, they found themselves in a medium-sized room with a large window and lots of portraits and paintings.

"Whatever happens, keep it quiet," Hermione instructed.

Harry nodded in answer.

Hermione approached the painting in which a bored guardsman with a thick gray mustache, full armor, and a halberd in his hand was leaning against what seemed to be a defense wall behind him. On the left and right, along the wall, there were stalls lined with items for trade. The man looked at Hermione, cleared his throat, and asked:

"Who are you?"

"A traveler."

"What do you seek?"

"A passage beyond the wall."

The guard straightened, grasped the halberd more firmly, and tapped it against the wall with it without turning around, causing the painting to open. The painting appeared to cover a tunnel, wide enough to barely fit two people next to each other. Hermione jumped lightly, pulled out her wand, and chanted a spell.

'Lumos.'

She entered the tunnel and so Harry followed. The tunnel itself was pretty cold, yet the surface appeared to be made of smooth stone. Interested Harry analyzed the structure while walking since usually secret tunnels he used were shaped rather roughly.

Hermione walked forward, passing a few turns along the way, turned left, and came to what seemed to be one of the other entrances in the form of a painting. Hermione raised her wand and, touched the canvas of the painting, whispering 'Speculum.' The texture of the painting began to overlap with what looked like frosted glass. Harry could barely make out the outlines of the room on the other side. After a while, however, the image began to clarify, the outlines began to take shape until the image became crystal clear as glass. The room was medium-sized, on the left side there was a half-octagon shape alcove with three levels of semicircular windows, and in front of it, there was a large red sofa set against a burning fireplace. Only after a while, Harry realized that he sees a back of a man's head who was sitting on the sofa, but he couldn't recognize who it was.

Hermione turned to Harry and whispered.

"This spell works like a one-way mirror, we can see what is on the other side, but from the perspective of the inside, it is still an ordinary painting."

"Great, but why're we here?"

"I knew you wouldn't believe my words, luckily, I learned about their meeting."

"Whose?"

As Hermione opened her mouth to respond they heard the creaking sound of the door opening, Harry hugged with his face the glass which turned out to remain in the structure of the canvas confusing Harry. His shock however, was quickly transformed into disbelief because of the shred of long red hair he saw as he gazed at the door. At that moment he felt his heart in his mouth. He saw the faint flash of a spell and the metallic click of a lock. The figure turned vigorously and he saw the well-known hands with fingernails painted in the color of Gryffindor, a well-known, sporty torso that was jumping towards the couch. In the end, his eyes turned to the face he knew so well, he knew those brown eyes, he knew those lips, their taste, and touch. Harry felt like he was going to pass out, he gripped the wall tighter not to fall down.

Ginny happily walked over to the couch where the man who had previously sat on it was already standing. The row of white teeth contrasted with the dark shade of skin and hair, it was Dean Thomas. Chuckling, Ginny jumped at Dean, wrapping her legs around him and hanging around his neck, Dean grabbed her transferring the force of the impact, turned dynamically twice, then stopped and... deeply kissed Ginny. She moved her hand from around his neck to the back of his head, sinking it in his hair and kissing back passionately.

"I missed you," she gasped as he put her back on the floor.

"I missed you too baby. How was your day?" Dean asked still smiling.

"Ugh, don't even ask, that twit was probably studying with his hussy all day, as usual. Because of that, I haven't learned much, it seems they're still on the ancient runes, it's hard to get something out of him lately, he gets up early to work out and spends the rest of his free time in the library. It's best if you just stick with the most popular chapters of books I gave you until I hear something new," said Ginny pushing Dean to sit on the couch and straddling on his knees.

"You're one clever fox, aren't you?" Dean giggled.

"Just clever?" Ginny asked teasingly moving her bum on Dean's crotch and placing her hands on his shoulders.

"Well..." Dean began, placing his hand on her back. "Currently, I can see some other interesting aspects," Dean finished with his cheeky ear-to-ear smile.

"Yes? Like what?" Ginny asked playfully.

"You know I'm not the best with words, allow me to show you," Dean said grabbing her bum and squishing it with one hand. With the other, he grabbed her head and pulled her into a sloppy kiss. As their tongues started the dance, Ginny rubbed herself on his growing knob. As they got more into that, Ginny started to feel fuzzy, a pleasant fire started to rise between her legs. Feeling that, Dean moved his lips on her neck, and Ginny almost moaned, with his hands traveling all over her buddy, she started to move her hips rhythmically. Meanwhile, Dean started to pay some attention to Ginny's tits. Frankly speaking, they were nothing extraordinary in terms of size. However, her C cups made up with their density which was convincing enough for her dark-skinned friend. With one move her sports bra was removed from her left shoulder revealing her breast and prominent nipple. Dean started to suck it harshly with his hand holding the bra, while his other hand started to encourage her moves. With that, Ginny was no longer able to tame her moans.

"Enough of the silly foreplay," she said hardly being able to do so with the intensity of his actions, "go and fuck the shit out of me already."

Dean didn't need to be told twice. He stood up with Ginny wrapped around him with her legs and gave her a powerful slap on the bum. As Ginny squealed, he quickly put her on the couch and turned around. That way, they were both facing the painting that Harry and Hermione were hiding behind.

As Ginny collapsed onto the couch, she placed her hands on the back of the sofa. Feeling an absolute urge she exposed her ass even more and turned around her face to see Dean, he grabbed the top of her leggings and pulled them down to knees level. After, he swiftly unzipped his pants and got out a quite impressive black cock. Without bothering to undress her properly, he formed her panties into a string and revealed her soaking wet pussy. He spat on his hand and lewdly ran on her cunt, making Ginny almost to scream. Then, he placed his cock on the entrance and shoved all of his length inside of her at once without any warning, and started pounding her aggressively. His hands landed on her waist, giving him extra grip, which only intensified the shoves.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Right there! Fuuuuck, don't stop!" Ginny screamed unable to control herself anymore, and she threw her head back causing her to be almost facing the sealing.

With that incredible tempo she reached her climax, and went completely mad with her partner's cock still raging inside of her, she kept releasing loud noises lining with the high ratio skin-on-skin sounds made by now panting Dean.

Meanwhile flushed Hermione looked at Harry who completely lost his stone face, becoming mad as a hornet. Hermione spotted his clasped hands, the tips of his fingers that got white, and a number of veins popped out on his neck. He looked as if he would be in some kind of trance. Worried about her friend she grabbed his arm and said carefully.

"Harry..." She tried gently.

Hearing her voice, Harry released his fist's grip, and his expression became softer.

"Let's go, Hermione," said Harry firmly turning back to the entrance.

With each meter of the tunnel, the sounds coming from the room grew quieter until they were no longer detectable. As they left the tunnel Hermione felt like shit even though she did nothing wrong. She knew she did the right thing, it was worth it even if being righteous meant pain.

"Harry, listen..." She tried again, a bit more soundly this time.

To her surprise, Harry turned to her with an absolute masterpiece of a convincing smile. After the first stunning effect though, she was able to spot it was naturally a forced one.

"Thank you, for your help. It seems I was a stunning fool, and you were right. Now, I need to take a walk. Goodnight Hermione."

"Ha-" Hermione tried.

"No. Hermione. You've done more than anyone could expect from a friend. But it ends now," Harry stopped her strongly, yet with kind.

Having that said, Harry took his steps briskly towards the stairs and disappeared around the corner.

As Hermione realized she was standing in the middle of a crossing alone, she hurriedly directed her steps toward the dormitory.

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The next morning – the main hall

Hermione couldn't focus on many things, frankly, she couldn't focus on anything. She barely slept due to constant thinking about events from last night. But the apogee of her nerves was bubbling up in her right now, as she couldn't see Harry anywhere. Seeing Ron stuffing himself with beans and toast and reading the Daily Prophet, she nudged him.

"What?" He asked with an amount of food in his side chicks that would make a hamster jealous.

"Have you seen Harry today?" She asked seemingly casually.

"No, his bed was already empty when I woke up." answered Ron just as carelessly, coming back to his previous activity.

Hermione gasped with disapproval, took her bag with books, and went to the library.

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It's been already over 45 minutes past the time they usually meet for their noon session. Hermione, wanting to stop thinking about the recent events, plunged into a chapter on the history of magic in one of the books prepared for Harry. After a few minutes she managed to get sucked into the Soap Blizzard of 1378, naturally, she has already read about it. However, the details of that event always amazed her. For example, how is it that the economic aspect of southern magical minerals went down after the-

The loud sound of the book's binding hitting the table brought her out of her thoughts. Hermione flinched and looked up. Smiling Harry stood with a pile of books previously commissioned by Hermione.

"D-I-D Y-O-U K-N-O-W?" Said Harry with enthusiasm and amazement in his voice. "That Europa, one of the natural satellites orbiting Jupiter, is covered with mice? How is it even possible?!"

Hermione looked at him with her mouth slightly opened, blinked twice, and burst with the loudest laugh Harry has ever heard in the library.

"What?!" Harry asked surprised.

"Where did you read that?" She asked barely being able to speak.

"In your notes!" Harry grabbed the notebook from between the other books on the table and quickly found the fragment of the text.

"Look!" Said Harry as he started to cite the words. "'Europa has the smoothest surface of any known solid object in the Solar System, its surface is mostly covered in mice.'"

"Show me that," said Hermione still giggling. "It's 'ICE' not 'MICE', that little 'm' sign indicates a magical source of the ice covering the moon. It's not mentioned in the book, that's why I noted it," Hermione explained smiling.

"But wait, how did you manage to get to that point? I thought you had problems with Astronomy, we were to cover it together," she asked honestly astonished.

"I got up extra early to catch up, as we were a bit behind your schedule. Now, I believe we will cover the history of magic today, shall we start?" Said Harry as he sat down.

Hermione glared at him suspiciously, Harry seemed to be in a great mood and motivated as never. However, she decided not to ask questions right now. As one of the biggest bookworms, Hermione was aware that this state of affairs might not last for long. A occasional motivation comes and goes, but only a few manage to forge that into a constant blessing.

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3 days left to the examination – the great hall, breakfast

Hermione was once again analyzing Harry's studying plan, looking for possible weak spots, and areas of knowledge that the Ministry might have surprised The Chosen One with. To her delight and satisfaction, she hadn't found any, also, Harry's attitude had really changed since the incident in the eastern block of the castle. He stopped asking for a break every 2 hours of study, he dealt with her strict deadlines, and sometimes he even surprised her with the knowledge that she did not instruct him with. One thing was still bothering her. Why on earth-

Her thoughts were interrupted by laughter followed by her being pushed by Harry's arm. The cause of the chaos turned out to be Ginny who happily threw herself on Harry's neck, sitting next to Hermione, causing a slight loss of balance and a collision with her.

"I missed youuu!" Ginny said with her arms around his neck.

Hermione watched Harry's reactions closely. Looking up from the book he looked at Ginny, and Hermione could swear, he gave her a sincere smile.

"Hey gorgeous," Harry said.

"I'm going to practice broomstick flying with obstacles, would you care to join me?" Ginny asked theatrically with a smile.

"I can't, today a very important topic awaits me, and if I know life, Hermione will make me remember each of the magical desert animals," Harry complained.

"I don't doubt she will," said Ginny straightening up. "Just don't overexert my boyfriend, okay?" She asked rhetorically turning to Hermione.

Hermione looked stupid, nodding her head.

"I will see you later though, right?" Ginny asked Harry.

"Of course, love," said Harry with a smile and gave her a kiss on a chick.

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5 hours later Hermione and Harry were in the library where Harry was absorbing her notes, however, Hermione couldn't concentrate. Usually knowing the answer to any question, she puzzled over this answer to no avail. The tension inside Hermione grew so great that at one point she slammed her hand on the table. Harry almost jumped, snapped out of the learning mode.

"Harry." She said seriously, with a hint of resentment in her voice. "Don't you think it's high time to explain something to me? Have you talked to Ginny? You seem not to have any problems with her after all that happened. On the other hand, you sold her that gibberish about desert magical creatures? No one would possibly believe for a slight moment that it is a subject of any importance!" Hermione finished with a huff.

"Well, let's say I do," said Harry with a slight smirk on his face, "but we can't talk here." Said Harry imitating the paranoic precautions of Hermione when she wanted to tell him about Ginny.

"Meet me at 10 pm at the same painting we went through the last time," saying that Harry stood up, took his books and notes, and left smiling.

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As the clock in the corner of the corridor struck 10 o'clock Hermione looked around in a mix of excitement and tension. Harry was nowhere to be seen. Just as Hermione began considering returning to the dormitory, a miniature version of the Deer patronus ran from around the corner.

The deer joyfully ran up to Hermione, made a circle around her, and trotted over to the guard's painting, where he reared up. After, he sprang straight into the picture. Hermione answered the guard's questions and followed her guide who at the moment of the darkness of the tunnel looked more like a glowing ball, than a deer.

Her escort ran in a quick and firm manner in the air, forcing Hermione to walk fast, bouncing against the walls like a ball he took a turn several times, only to lead Hermione to what seemed to be a blind alley. The deer reared up once more and then splashed into small lights which lost their power as they fell to the ground. Hermione immediately pulled out her wand.

'Lumos,' she whispered.

Carefully examining the dead end, which turned out to be a painting, she figured that she had no idea where the painting could be hung. Having come up with no better idea, she tapped the canvas, sounding out a spell.

'Speculum.'

The material began to spread with a glass surface from where the wand touched. After a while, Hermione was able to see the outlines of the objects inside, and after another, every detail of the room. It was sized similarly to the last week's, the spacing of the furniture was slightly different and the room decor was cozier.

An additional change in the room was the red-haired girl standing by the mirror, correcting her lips with a gloss. After she puckered up her lips, she nodded pleased with the result, and transmitted her judgment at her breasts. After a moment of thought, she corrected the push-up type of bra, once again admiring the Muggle technology. Her body may have been fit, especially her incredible butt, but her breasts left a lot to be desired. She couldn't compare to girls like Parkinson or Brown whose breasts were an object of almost every boy's dream in school.

As she finished styling her breasts, she heard the door handle sound, Ginny hastily straightened her hair, and nonchalantly leaned back against the wall. Harry emerged from the opening door, and to Hermione's surprise, she noticed the change in his shape just now. Maybe because of the adrenaline, or maybe because she was seeing him more routinely. The thing is, Harry always looked good, Quiditch's credit a lot, but in the last three weeks of his busy lifestyle, he had lost some weight in favor of the clean muscles that showed through his t-shirt.

"Well, well... Who is it that has kindly decided to show up, Mr. Potter?" Ginny asked sarcastically.

"The longer the waiting, the greater the hunger, the greater the hunger, the greater the pleasure of the feast," Harry replied smiling cheekily, "hungry?" He added after an effective break. "

Ginny couldn't stand her sulky expression and burst out smiling as she lunged at Harry, kissing him welcomely. "Of course," she said, stepping back from him.

"Sorry, it's just you've been just spending a lot of time with Hermione lately, don't you want me to be jealous?" She asked smiling innocently.

"Since when would you be jealous of Hermione?" Harry laughed.

"So you're taking me for a dummy, huh? I've already heard Katie and Lavender bragging about how they will persuade whoever takes 1st place to pick them." Said Ginny with accusation.

"Kidding me? You really think I would've chosen some empty chicks over you? I've never dreamed about any other girl, and you know that," Harry said assuring.

Ginny came closer to Harry, placing her hands on his chest, asking innocently.

"So you really love only me?"

"Weeell..." Said Harry provokingly.

"Well?" Asked Ginny frowning.

"Honestly, there might be one I love just as much I'm afraid."

Ginny kept looking at him with her brow furrowed questioningly.

Harry tortured her for a second more, after which he swiftly placed his hands on her muscled butt and squeezed really hard, shouting, "this butt!" As Ginny squealed dramatically, Harry seized the opportunity, and grabbed her by the face and drowned her into a series of dominating kisses.

After a few moments, Harry moved one of his hands to her thighs, pleasantly teasing the sensitive area. As he felt Ginny's legs started to shake, he firmly moved his hand to her pussy, going with two of his fingers along the slit back and forth. Ginny felt incredible hot running through her core, and between legs. Harry used to be romantic and gentle, but never like this, not that Ginny was complaining.

With Harry's tremendous work, Ginny's hand subconsciously went looking for his member, finding it in a state of its full grandeur she started palpating and stroking it through his trousers in an almost devotional manner.

"You know," whispered Harry caressing Ginny's ear area, "There is one thing that I love above all." Having that said Harry stopped his actions, placed his hands on Ginny's arms, and looked her in the eyes.

Panting Ginny didn't even had the strength to ask the question, her mind went all blank, so she just kept staring at him. Harry, pleased with his doing, ran his thumb down on her upper lip and said, "these lips." As he said that, he placed a noticeable force on her arm, making her fall on her knees, and placing her head exactly at the height of his zipper.

Ginny understood the allusion, with some of the sense back in her mind she started to struggle with his belt, and asked. "Since when are you so decisive?" In answer, Harry just smiled devilishly.

With his pants unlocked, she took his whole bottom wardrobe down with one move. His full length popped out, hitting her cheek. Ginny laughed, but actually its size never stopped overwhelming her. It was not humungous so to make you suffer, but with its perfect length and thickness it was enough to pleasurably challenge the walls every woman.

Being already in her lustful state she started to simply worship the cock, transmitting her devoted kisses between his shaft and the glans, covering both in lip gloss and saliva. With each peck the sounds were getting sloppier. Harry's cock became whole glowering from the coating, Ginny started to stroke it with her hand, sinking her lips and tongue deeply into his sack. Along with the work of her hand, Ginny sent Harry to the seventh heaven, sucking, caressing, and swallowing his balls. With her nose pushed onto his skin she was enjoyably nuzzling his musk, driving her crazy.

After a few minutes, Harry formed her hair into one piece and pulled her away from his cock. Ginny gasped in surprise, and looked up at him. With her lips and chin covered in Harry's precum and wildness in her eyes she looked almost like his pet, not a girlfriend.

"As far as I enjoy this cute foreplay, it's time for me to show you how it's done," said Harry superciliously, with a wide smile on his face.

With Ginny's eyes wide-open, she also opened her mouth to respond with a protest, it was her prime mistake. Harry didn't miss the chance, and with his hand tightening around her hair, he placed the other one on the back of her head and shoved his cock down Ginny's mouth. Even the texture of her inside mouth felt muscled, Harry thought, or maybe it felt like because she was struggling for breath? Anyway, Harry didn't bother to ask. As she failed to get any air due to that, she started patting Harry's thigh in a gesture asking for a break. Her lover, however, had different plans, he kept his cock in the same position for a few more seconds, and then suddenly backed it all the way back. Surprised Ginny started subconsciously to gasp for as much air as she can get, yet Harry didn't let her rest. With a powerful thrust, Harry started pounding her throat, her hot mouth and breath only provoked him to be even more ruthless.

*GULP GULP GULP*

Suddenly, Ginny felt pleasure rising from that action, making her soaking wet. Each next gulp made Ginny less resistant and more into being treated like a street whore to fuck for 10 galleons. As Harry continued to ruin her, he felt a sudden change, her previously tense muscles relaxed, and her tongue started to work eagerly along his length. Shocked that it was even possible, he got taken to yet another level of pleasure. Unable to help himself, he closed his eyes, looked up, and hissed.

"Fuck!" Harry gasped.

When he looked back down he couldn't take it anymore. The ever-smiling Ginny was kneeling in front of him with eyeliner dripping from her eyes and the entire mouth area glistening. The greater was his surprise when he realized that he had completely released his grip at the moment of the rapture. Ginny was now rhythmically swallowing his cock absolutely on her own.

"Ginny... fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Harry almost screamed as he grabbed back Ginny's head with both of his hands and released his whole load deep inside her. Ginny moaned on his cock and tried her best to deal with the flow of cum Harry's throbbing member was dosing with each pulse. Unexperienced yet, she started to choke, seeing that, Harry slowly backed his cock out from her mouth, dragging a thick stream of saliva behind him. As his cock left her, Ginny started to cough fiercely, spitting some of the semen on her chest, and legs, drawing white lines on her clothes.

When Harry came back to his senses from the realm of ecstasy, he quickly pulled up his pants, and asked rhetorically, "sorry, got to go, see you later tho?" And left.

Drenched and ragged, Ginny was already sitting on her ass, knees wide apart, unable to speak. When Harry left she looked at herself and bridled at her state.

At this point, Hermione felt like the temperature of her body exceeded the one of the sun. A million thoughts started to ran through her head when she saw Harry leaving the room. 'What is this about? Why is Harry still seeing her? And most importantly, why did he make her come here?' As she realized she was staring at Ginny trying to pick herself up from the floor, the feeling of heat intensified, she immediately pulled out her wand and headed for the exit.

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The next morning – the main hall

It was early in the morning, almost nobody was there except a few students drinking coffee or listening to music while reading. Harry was one of them, a half-empty cup of steaming coffee stood on the bench next to the book which Harry was occupied with while rubbing his head. Hermione burst in with a brisk pace, sitting down energetically and pressing her lips together as she stared at Harry. Harry, pretending not to see his mentor, continued reading.

"Ahem." Hermione grounded.

"Oh, hi Hermione," responded Harry smiling, and turned his eyes back to the book.

"Could you explain what was that for?"

"I wanted to show you," answered calmly Harry with his eyes still wandering between the lines.

"Show me what exactly?" Asked Hermione annoyed.

Harry put the book down, looked Hermione seriously in the eyes, and said emphasizing the first word, "I am in control now."

"Couldn't you just tell me?" She asked more gently now as if baffled by Harry's seriousness.

"I could, but it's more fun if I show you," Harry mimicked Hermione's answer to the same question he asked back in time.