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Oblivious Idiots - Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2023-09-27 22:58:29 +0000 UTCA/N:Hey everyone, I hope your day is going nicely! I was supposed to upload this chapter yesterday, but instead I decided to reward you, and instead of one chapter, you are getting two, the first chapters right now while the second chapter I will upload it tomorrow. In short, you will get both chapters in a day. I thought about uploading both chapters right now, but I wanted for you to wait for the second a little bit😜
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Hermione Granger wasn't a jealous person. She was not! She knew she was not perfect and had many flaws.
For one, she knew she was a little bit know-it-all. Well, who was she lying to? She was a big know-it-all who had always tried to be the first one to answer teachers questions to show off her knowledge, but Hermione liked to believe she was not like that anymore.
She believes that after years of spending time with her best friend and being with other friends, the habit she inherited from her childhood has left her. She was no longer eager to be the first one to answer, nor did she flaunt her knowledge in front of others.
She knew she was bossy and had tried to control her friends and make them do things in her own way, but again, she was now more mature, and with that, she has come to realise how toxic her behaviour was, which is one of the reasons her friends have been irritated with her in the past.
But again, with the help of her friends, she has improved and no longer behaves like that.
So in short, she knew she wasn't perfect, but a jealous person she was not....
Well, okay, maybe she had been jealous some time in the past, like that time in her 6th year when she was jealous of her best friend doing better than her in potions; it was something she regretted later and had apologised, and him being the best friend anyone could ever have, he had forgiven her.
And she was also used to being jealous of other witches—even her own friends—for their good looks.
From the time she started to care about her looks, Hermione had been insecure about her looks and jealous of others, but now, after maturing and coming to adulthood, she had become much more secure and confident about her looks and was no longer jealous of others.
She really was not jealous of anything anymore in her life, but as she looked up and saw Harry Potter, who was her best friend or first ever friend, the boy who saved her life, or her big secret crush, she couldn’t help but feel jealous as she saw other witches flirt with Harry.
She was feeling very jealous as she looked at them throwing themselves at her Harry.
But as much as she wanted to hate them, she couldn't blame them.
Harry was the most eligible bachelor and the most wanted wizard in the world. especially now after breaking up with Ginny.
And why would he not? Since Harry had completely changed after the war, he was good-looking before, but he was a total heartbreaker now with his tall, fit body that has been filed up very nicely, as was evident by the muscles that could be seen through his shirt.
It was not only his hot body, but Harry was also easily the most handsome guy in the school, with his high cheekbones, sharp, strong jawline, and black windswept hair that just made everyone want to run their hands through them.
And last but definitely not least, his beautiful emerald green eyes, which had been unleashed this year after Harry had stopped wearing his glasses since he no longer needed them.
All in all, Hermione knew Harry was a very desirable wizard, not only with his looks but also because of his powers and feat of defeating the dark lord Voldemort, and because of that, it was obvious many witches would try to get with him.
But that didn't make it at all easy for her. Harry was hers, not of those bitches; they don't even know him. Do they even know what Harry likes? Do they know he loved treacle tart, how much he loved chocolate mint ice cream, or how red is his favourite colour or-
"If you keep glaring daggers like that, they might drop dead; you know, stop being so jealous," a voice whispered in her ear.
Hermione turned to her right and saw one of her best friends, Daphne Greengrass.
Her and Daphne's friendship was definitely one of the most unexpected things in her life.
Even though she may have never hated Slytherin or been prejudiced against them, she still didn't like them after the bullying she and Harry had to suffer in her first year.
But Daphne was never one of them; she had always noticed how Daphne had tried to stay away from her house members who sullied their house name.
She still remembers how they became friends.
It was in their third year, the year when they had to select selectives, and Hermione had chosen Ruins as one of the subjects. In their very first class, the runes professor Bathsheda Babbling had her and Daphne sit together, and well, the rest was history.
They had been very awkward and tense at first, but when they both started working with each other, putting their houses aside, they found that they actually worked very well together.
And after that, they had even stated meeting after class in libraries and doing their homework together, and by the end of the year, Hermione had gained a friend outside of her own house and that of one from Slytherin.
Before this year, they had to keep their friendship secret because it would not be good for both of them if people knew a student from Gryffindor and Slytherin were friends.
But now, after the war, with the efforts of Harry and her, they have started to break down the boundaries of the lifelong rivalry between the houses, and for this reason, Hermione has decided she was not going to hide her friendship with Daphne.
Even though at first Daphne was not sure as she was still afraid about the reactions of others, Hermione had managed to convince her, and they had declared their friendship in front of the whole school when Daphne sat with her at the Gryffindor house table.
People all over the hall were shocked, and even in her house, there were mixed reactions, but Hermione only cared about one person's opinion, and that was Harry's, which was why she was very happy and surprised when Harry said
"Finally, I was thinking when you both will stop being cowards and acting like you both are not friends."
It seemed that she had underestimated her friend, since Harry had known about their friendship for years. And since then, Hermione and Daphne have started spending time in public sometimes, even with Harry.
That's why they were all here in defence class, as Daphne and her were both partnered up while Harry, on the other hand, was on the instruction of the professors, correcting students stances as they were learning how to duel.
And that was the reason for Hermione's ire, as instead of helping other students, Harry was getting swarmed by those witches like hungry vultures as they lied, made him correct their stance, and rubbed their bodies against his.
Coming out of her thoughts, she answered Daphne, who was looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I don't know what you are taking about," Hermione shrugged.
Daphne snorted, "Reallyyyy, Hermione, are you trying to lie to me? Who knows all your secrets, especially about your crush on our Saviour since the fourth year?"
Hermione cursed as she forgot about the fact that Daphne knew her very well, and she hated that this was not the first time she had been caught, as it had become the norm this year.
"How could I not feel jealous, Daphne?" She whined, "I mean, look there, that 7th year bimbo is literally crushing Harry's hand between her huge tits."
Daphne looked at where Hermione was pointing and nodded. "You are right, those are quite big tits."
"Daphne," Hermione hissed. "That's not the point, and stop looking at her tits."
Daphne sighed, "I can't Hermione; you know how much I love them."
"Of course, I do," Hermione huffed.
And she did; after all, Hermione was the only person except Tracey who knew the real reason Daphne never gave any boy her attention was not because she hated them or thought they were beneath her, but because she liked girls instead.
"Hermione, you being jealous all the time like this won't help anyone, and don't forget, this is your fault," Daphne said quietly while performing the spells perfectly.
"MY FAULT!!" Hermione shouted and then put her hand on her mouth as she looked around and saw everyone looking at her. With a blushing red face, she sent Harry a smile, reassuring him as he looked concernedly at her.
Once everyone went back to their practices, she looked at the snickering Daphne and whispered furiously, "What do you mean by fault?"
"It is your fault." Daphne shrugged and replied quietly, "If you haven't been a coward all these years and had told Harry that you like him, this wouldn't be happening."
"W..what d..do you mean?" Hermione stuttered.
Daphne rolled her eyes. "For a Gryffindor, you really are not courageous sometimes. You have lived with Harry for so long, yet you have never told how you feel about him and saw with your own eyes jealously as Harry dates other girls."
She stopped speaking as Harry came towards them and helped correct their stance and spells. Daphne smiled at him, reassured him that everything was fine when he asked, and finally, with a last smile, to Hermione, Harry went the other way towards other girls, calling his name for help.
Daphne turned back to Hermione, "You never took the golden chance you had when you didn't tell him about your feelings all these past 7 years, and now this year, when you know Harry is the most desirable wizard, it's obvious all the girls want him; hell, if I ever was interested in boys, I would be one of them as well".
Seeing the glare from Hermione, Daphne threw her hand up. "Woah, easy there, Lioness. I was just giving an example. Don't worry. I still only like girls. I won't steal your man," Daphne smirked at her.
Hermione sighed, and her eyes softened. She was really getting easily jealous of anyone. Even though she didn't want to admit it, she knew Daphne was right; this was her fault. She had such a big headstart and never capitalised on it, and now other girls would get Harry instead of her.
"What can I even do, Daph?" Hermione said in a dejected voice.
"Hey, don't be like that." Daphne squeezed her shoulder in comfort. "You can still get Harry, but you have to work for it," she said softly.
"What, please, what can I do, daph? I will do anything," Hermione pleaded with wide eyes.
"Ssh, relax." Daphne calmed her down. "All you need to do is seduce Harry."
"Seduce him?" Hermione frowned.
"Yes, Hermione, seduce him and make him fall for you." daphne smirked
"But how?" Hermione asked in confusion.
Daphne rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Hermione, surely you know how to seduce Harry."
"Daph, if you have forgotten, I haven't even kissed a boy. How would I know to seduce one?" Hermione whined while pulling her hair in frustration.
Daphne sighed. "Don't worry, at least because of Tracy's daily gossip about her boyfriends. I know something that can help you."
"Please tell me, Daph," Hermione begged.
"Okay, okay, listen," Daphne said, and Hermione nodded. "What you need to do is show Harry that you are a hot, sexy girl, show him your body, wear clothes that will display your body, tease him, make him notice you, and you have an advantage as well, Hermione, that other girls don't".
"What?"
"You two are head boy and head girl. You share the same dorm. You two spent half your day there together, which gives you so much time to be with him and make him notice you," Daphne said with an impish smile.
Hermione stood silent as she let in what her friend had just advised her. She realised Daphne was right, but obviously there were still doubts in her.
"Will it work on Harry?" she asked unsurely, chewing her lips.
Daphne rolled her eyes. "Hermione, I know Harry is a proper gentleman who never looks at other girls like other creeps do, but he still is a boy, and they love our boob and ass, and I know you might have been insecure about your looks, but you have a killer body. Harry would never be able to resist you," she slyly said with a smirk as she looked up and down at her body.
Hermione blushed under Daphne's gaze. She might have been insecure about her looks in the past, but with her hard work and maturity, she knew she had a killer body, like Daphne said.
With that in mind, her confidence grew, and Hermione was ready for her mission to seduce Harry.
"You are right, daph. I will make Harry mine," Hermione said boldly.
Daphne smiled. "Now that's my girl. I have full confidence in you succeeding in your seduction mission."
Hermione laughed, and Daphne joined her as well.
After composing herself, she asked innocently, "What about your secret crush?".
"Wh... what crush?" Daphne tried to act nonchalantly.
But Hermione could see her friend lying in the pink dust on her cheeks. She smirked at seeing the unfazed mask of Ice Queen cracking.
"Oh, I don't know," Hermione said in a mocking voice, "the crush you have on a red-haired Gryffindor star chaser, maybe."
Daphne's eyes widened, and she put her hand on her mouth, shutting her up. "Hermione, you promised you were never going to tell anyone about that," she hissed, and she looked around to check if someone had heard them.
Seeing everyone busy on their own, she pulled her hand away and looked at Hermione. "And beside, it's never going to happen, so it's pointless talking about it." She said, hopelessly.
Hermione's eyes softened as she saw her friend's dejected face. "Hey, did I ever tell you the reason why Harry and Ginny broke up?" She asked.
Daphne shook her head. "Not really."
"I know people may think they separated because they are not compatible anymore or they both like someone else, but the truth is, Ginny broke it because she finally accepted what she had been running from," Hermione said mischievously.
"What?" Daphne asked in confusion, as she still didn't get what Hermione was trying to say.
Hermione smirked. "After finally dating who Ginny thought was her childhood crush, she realised that she liked girls more than she liked boys."
Daphne's eyes widened. "Really?" She gasped.
Hermione nodded. "Yep, and do you want to know one more thing?" She asked, and Daphne eagerly nodded. "She already likes someone but is afraid to tell her."
"Who is it? Who is the girl she likes?" Daphne hissed like a snake in jealousy.
Hermione smiled smugly. Oh, how the tables have turned.
She shrugged. "I'm not going to tell you." Seeing the angry glare from Daphne, she continued, "I really can't, Daphne. I promised Ginny."
Daphne sighed, realising her anger. "At least tell me something, Hermione, please." She begged her.
"All I could tell you is that you need to act fast and get her before you lose your chance," Hermione said, trying to sound serious and hide her smile.
Seeing the fire in Daphne's eyes and her mind working, Hermione knows it won't be long before she finds her and Ginny snogging, because what she was hiding from her friend was that the girl Ginny likes is Daphne.
She turned her head to hide her smile, and instantly her smile vanished, and jealousy surged through her again as she saw another witch literally rubbing her arse on Harry Crotch, who thankfully at least pushed her away gently.
It was final. Her mission of seduction starts tonight.
-
Okay, maybe Daphne was right to call her a coward, as it had been three months and Christmas was closer, and yet Hermione still hadn't done anything she had thought she would.
All her planning about her mission—what she was going to wear and how she was going to seduce and tease Harry—went out of the window whenever the time came for her to start her mission.
Every time she tried, she pulled out because she was too much of a coward, but at least in her defence, being head boy and head girl wasn't easy, and their duties left them with little time, but yet this didn't dismiss the fact that whenever she even tried to flirt with Harry, she chickened out.
It has been the story of her life. Since Harry had saved her from the troll, Hermione had fallen for him; even when she didn't even know what liking a boy like that was, she was already smitten with Harry.
It was, but until their third year, Hermione finally realised her feelings for her best friend, but unfortunately, she didn't even know how to tell him about her feelings.
She even made it worse with her past attitude in the firebolt case, because of which Harry had been angry at her for a long time that year.
In their 4th year, she had hoped that Harry would notice her and take her to the ball, but because of the tension and pressure of the Tri Wizard tournament, Harry never even had a chance to notice her.
In the 5th year, it was her own stupidity of following the professors and agreeing with dumbledore that made her not send a letter to Harry, which made him agitated with her, and then Umbridge destroyed the whole year.
In her sixth year, she had thought she was finally ready to make a move, but then the feeling of betrayal came when Harry set his sights on Ginny. It was still one of her most painful years.
She not only had to see Harry go for Ginny, but she also had to pretend to like Ron to make Harry jealous, which was such a stupid idea that resulted in nothing but giving the red-haired idiot the belief that she liked him.
In the 7th year, the thought of being with Harry never came because the time was too dark and, in between wars, it was hard to think about your feelings, but still, Hermione remembered their nights in tents when she had almost gone into Harry's bed but had stopped herself at the last moment.
This year, she was sure, was the year she had thought that with her and Harry going to go back to Hogwarts for one last year and without Ron, it would finally give her the chance to get with Harry, but then again, Daphne was right—she didn't deserve to be a Gryffindor when it's been four months and she still hasn't done anything.
But today was different. Tonight, Hermione Granger was going to seduce her lifelong love.
And she was fully ready for it because of her four-month failures; it had at least helped her know what she needed to do to make Harry notice her.
As she stood in front of her mirror, she looked at herself. She was wearing a blue crop tank top that not only pushed her boobs up and gave a very enticing cleavage, but also, because of how thin the top was, her nipple could be easily seen pointing through her top.
Below that, she was wearing a pink short that was so short that it was barely covering her ass and tight enough to show how thick her ass was, and to improvise, she was also not wearing any knickers underneath, because of which a camel toe could be clearly seen.
With one last look in the mirror, Hermione smirked and blushed at his sultry look. She looked hot, and she was not nervous; she was ready. Today she was going to make it so hard for Harry to look anywhere but her.
With that thought in mind, she went down the stairs to their head dorm common room, where she and Harry sit down and do their homework daily. She was bubbling with excitement, and she couldn't wait to see Harry gobsmacked at her.
Well... at least that was what she thought was going to happen; in reality, it was Hermione who was left stunned as she arrived at the common room and saw Harry sitting on the couch.
A very topless Harry sitting on the couch.
It was like he had just come from the shower, as evident by his wet hair and the water drops dripping from his chest and his rock-hard abs. Hermione's breath hitched as she looked at his absolutely ripped body.
She knew Harry was fit; he had always been fit, but this year he told her how he had stated going to the gym, and by Merlin, it showed, Hermione didn't know Harry had an adonis-like body.
She rubbed her legs as she felt her fluffy lips get wet. It was so hard for her to stop herself from straddling Harry and licking every drop of water skidding down his chiselled body.
But it wasn't even his body that had stunned her; it was what he was wearing underneath—the only thing he was wearing on his hot body.
Grey sweatpants
Hermione didn't even know Harry had them; they both had gone shopping this summer, and Harry had a whole new wardrobe, but she didn't know when he had brought them.
She knew very well about the effects of those sweatpants; she had heard from other muggle girls how horny it made them when their partner wore them. She had always dismissed them, thinking they were exaggerating, but she gets it now. Oh, she definitely gets it.
Hermione's breathing became heavier as she looked at his crotch, and because of his relaxed, wide-spread legs, she could clearly see the long, thick outline of Harry’s cock resting on his thighs.
She panted as she looked at the big bulge, begging for her to pay attention.
Hermione was aware Harry was big; after all, being in the same tent for a whole year, you do tend to see some things you shouldn't, but she didn't think Harry would be that huge because if he was this big flaccid, she couldn't even imagine how big it would be when hard.
Her mind began filing with dirty thoughts of her and Harry's big shaft in her. She imagined how she would struggle to take him in her mouth and how he would break her tight little pus-
"Hermione, are you alright?"
Hermione jolted back from her trance and looked up at Harry, who was looking at her with a concerned face.
"O..oh, w..what Harry, i..i didn't hear what y..you said?" She asked, breathing heavily.
Harry's eyebrow furrowed. "I asked, Are you airtight? You have been standing there like a statue, and your breathing is quite heavy."
"Oh, it's nothing to worry about, Harry." Hermione chuckled nervously and tried to think of a lie quickly. "I was just tired from all the stairs and was wondering if I missed any books for the homework."
"I don't know how you can get tired from so few steps when you are so fit, Mione." Harry smiled, and his eyes lingered at her exposed, flat stomach. She felt a burst of confidence. "And you never forget a single book, so I don't even know what you are worrying about."
Hermione huffed and sat on the couch beside him, trying to change the topic: "You tell me, why do you look like you just came from the shower?" She asked with raised eyebrows, and she tried her best not to look at his six-pack abs.
Harry chucked, "Yeah, I just came from the late practice and was too dirty, so I took the shower first. Do you mind this?" He asked, gesturing towards his upper body, "Me sitting topless."
"No!" Hermione exclaimed, and then she blushed as Harry looked at her in surprise. "I..i m..mean it's fine; I have no problem." She stuttered and smiled.
Harry nodded, and then she quietly muttered, "I would actually prefer if you wore nothing at all."
Unfortunately for her, she wasn't as quiet as she hoped.
"Did you say anything?" Harry asked.
"Nothing." Hermione shook her head rapidly. "I was just saying we should start doing our homework."
Harry looked at her with narrowed eyes, suspicious of her behaviour, and then finally nodded. "Alright, let's do it."
Hermione sighed and thanked her lucky charms. Harry didn't catch her.
After that, both of them began doing their homework.
Hermione always liked to do her homework without any interference and with full focus, but today she can't even write a single line, as all the time her eyes drifted towards Harry's lap, where she kept looking and biting her lips at his thick shaft.
No matter what she tried, she just couldn't get her eyes and her mind away from that. She kept chewing her quills as her mind kept filling with images of her and Harry and how much she wanted to pull his cock out and stroke it.
That atmosphere between them was not the comfortable and relaxed one it always had been when they did their homework. She could see that it was not only her who was getting affected, as she noticed Harry sneakily take a look at her top, where the pokies of her rock-hard nipple could be clearly seen.
Feeling smug satisfaction that Harry wanted to look at her body as much as she did his, she put her foot up on the couch and folded in such a way, giving Harry a clear view of her camel toe and her slightly wet shorts.
She smirked behind her book as she saw Harry's eyes widen as he looked down at her.
After awhile, both decided to stop as they were not getting any work done. They relaxed back while leaning their bodies towards each other and began talking.
"So how has this year been for you, Harry?" Hermione asked softly.
"Hmm," Harry hummed in deep thought, and she smiled, looking at his carefree face for the first time in a long time. "This year has been the best year."
"How so?"
"Because of you," Harry said quietly, and Hermione looked at him with a furrowed eyebrow. "Because of you, I get to experience this year; if you hadn't made me agree to come back this year instead of taking auror tests, I would have missed this. So thank you, Hermione."
Harry smiled at her, and she smiled back.
"I finally get to enjoy a year of school without any problems or facing any life-or-death situations and just get to enjoy my education like a normal student, or as normal as my life could be," Harry chuckled, and then asked her, "What about you?"
Hermione shrugged. "Same as you, to be honest, for once I am also enjoying and experiencing this year with you and my other friends freely without the fear of someone or trying to solve the puzzle to save the school." She laughed, and Harry joined her.
"Also, I like how much I have changed after the war; I feel like a new me, and I love it," she said with a big grin.
"I love the new you as well," Harry said without realising it.
"Oh, do you, Harry?" Hermione smirked at his blushing face. "Then tell me, what do you like about the new me?"
Harry smirked back. "Well, I like how you are now confident and not afraid to show your body."
Seeing his eyes on her, she slyly said, "You like my body, Harry."
Harry nodded. "I do; you have a very fit and beautiful body, Mione," he said, his voice deep and heavy.
Hermione slid closer to him and put her hand on his abs. "I don't think you are the one to talk about other bodies, Harry, when you have such a hot body." She was sultry, biting her lips.
"You think so, Mione?" Harry said it huskily.
Hermione looked up at him and saw how close he was.
She could feel his breath on her face. Her eyes went to his lips and back to his eyes. She leaned up and saw Harry leaning down as well. She closed her eyes, feeling his breath on her lips as she waited for his lips on hers-
But unfortunately, a cat Patronus jumped between them, separating them both and breathing heavily. They looked at the cat as it opened its mouth, and Professor McGonagall's voice came out.
"Harry Hermione I know it's late, but there is an urgent master, and I need both of your help, so please come to my office in 5 minutes."
With the message delivered, the cat vanished, leaving two confused and horny adults behind.
They sat there in silence until Harry broke it.
"I think we should get ready and see what the urgent matter is," he said while both were looking everywhere but at each other.
Hermione nodded, and both went to their rooms to get their robes.
-
A hour later, Hermione dropped down on her bed, groaning and feeling tired, and cursed her own house as she had been doing for the last hour.
When they had entered the headmistress office, they found the reason for their late-night call in the form of three Gryffindor house students.
Professor McGonagall told them how those three Gryffindor’s were found bullying and harassing younger Slytherin students. Hermione thought back about how angry she was when she heard about it, but it was not even comparable to what Harry was feeling.
Harry had unleashed rage on those students, and if it were not for her and McGonagall, he would have sent them straight to St. Mungus for their whole lives.
Everyone knows how Harry and she have tried their very best to bring unity between the rival houses.
And because of that, whenever they found someone from their own house bullying innocent Slytherin, it always made their blood boil, and they felt ashamed of their own house.
Fortunately, Headmistress McGonagall was of the same opinion as theirs and had expelled the three students and sent them back to their homes directly from her floo.
And now here, she was tired and feeling very horny because of her and Harry's interrupted moment.
She had been sure Harry was going to kiss her, but she wasn't so sure anymore. They both didn't even talk about it and went straight to their rooms.
Hermione tried to sleep, but no matter what she tried, she couldn't ignore the need for release from her burning core. Admitting defeat, she laid on her back, slid her hand into her shorts waistband and into her drenched lips, and started rubbing them, chasing her very needed relief.
With her other hand, she pushed her top over her tits, freeing them up, and began kneading her boobs and pinching her nipples.
With the images of Harry's cock in her mind and her getting filled with it, she fingered her pussy, rubbed her clit and pinched her nipples.
All the pleasure from the stimulation became too much, and in a minute she was shaking in her orgasm and screaming Harry's name as she soaked her sheets in her juices.
Breathing heavily, she took her finger out and laid down.
She kept thinking about other ideas for seducing Harry and finally getting the kiss she was denied. And with the ideas turning in her head, she didn't even know when she did, but she fell asleep with Harry in her mind.
What Hermione didn't know was that in the room next to her, the head boy Harry Potter was in the same state as he was jerking his cock as he imagined ripping her top and sucking on her hard nipple or sending her into a screaming orgasm as he sucked her pussy.
With her thoughts on his mind, Harry finished as well, groaning her names. And soon he fell asleep as well, with Hermione in his mind.
These two were really the biggest oblivious idiots in love.
