Ron Weasley was still in McGonagall's office. His parents had just spent the past three hours lecturing him. Ron tried to tone them out but it was hard to do. They kept going on about how he was throwing away his future and that they were disappointed in him and that he had already thrown away the best two friends he could have ever had. Ron didn't see how having two traitors around was a good thing. When he was tired of his mother going on about ruining his friendships he snapped, "She was supposed to be mine! Everyone knows we fight all the time like a married couple! It's sexual tension!"
Arthur decided to try a different tactic. "Ron when have your mother and I ever fought?"
Ron frowned, confused. Molly picked up her husband's train of thought, "We are well aware of the fights you've had with her. And we're also aware that you enjoy making her cry and bullying her. That isn't love Ronald. That is something far more negative. Dislike, hatred even." While Molly and Arthur hadn't known before, the twins and Ginny had both written home about them when they sent letters asking their children about Ron's behavior at school.
Arthur shook his head, "Ron, do you even like Hermione?"
"Harry shouldn't get her!"
"So you're jealous of Harry," Molly sighed. "Oh Ronald, that poor boy has no family. It's obvious that his aunt and uncle doesn't dress him well or care for him and you're jealous of him?"
"He's rich and gets all the best stuff!"
Arthur looked at his son. "Harry is rich because his parents are dead. Now I'm done with this Harry Potter envy you seem to have. You're coming home now. If you finish all of your homework I'll consider letting you return to Hogwarts," he used the fireplace to floo-call the headmaster and tell him his decision. Ron was rather pleased. He wouldn't have to see blasted Potter and his girlfriend and he'd get all of his parents' attention. And no more classes? That was just the icing on the cake. Mmm, cake. Maybe he'd whine to get his mum to bake him a welcome home cake.
Harry and Hermione went to a few more shops after lunch, ending with a trip to Honeydukes to get some candy before they went back up to the castle with everyone else. Dobby took their clothes to clean before he'd place them in their new trunks. Harry had insisted on getting them both special trunks that were easier to organize and that could shrink. Sirius had sent Remus to Gringotts on his behalf and took out the money to buy the two trunks for the teens and then sent them to Hogwarts. Hermione loved the organization with the different compartments and levels. They decided to leave their school trunks at the end of their beds and their new trunks Dobby wore around his neck.
After some begging on the elf's part Hermione and Harry had agreed that Dobby should bond with Harry. For Dobby it was a dream come true but he took his duties very seriously. Since the new trunks would hold all of their new clothes Dobby was happy to guard them for his master and mistress during the day and leave them in the Room of Requirement each night.
Hermione smiled as she looked into her bag to see the odd colored socks they'd bought Dobby. He'd love the Christmas presents they got him. "Today was fun," Harry said.
"I think so too," she squeezed the hand she was holding and he pulled her to him so he could wrap his arm around her waist. "So what are your plans for the rest of the day?"
"Today is all about you and me," Harry said, "nothing else."
"Sounds good to me," she placed her head on his shoulder, "Ron's going to be jealous of your new clothes."
"Ron is always jealous of me. Lately I've been wondering why he even became my friend. I think he just thought I'd give him free stuff. He's never given me a Christmas or birthday present. His parents have but he never has."
"That doesn't surprise me," she said. "I never get anything from him either."
They entered the school with Harry feeling content. Since ending his friendship with Ron the year had dramatically improved. Still, Ron was being a rather massive pain in the arse with his constant insults and efforts to bait them. When Harry entered his dorm it was to see that Ron's bed was empty. His trunk was gone and all of his stuff had vanished. Harry returned to the common room, "Ron's stuff is gone."
"Correct Mr. Potter," McGonagall said. "Mr. Weasley's parents have decided to withdraw him from Hogwarts until such time as he showcases a proper change in attitude and an improvement in his grades."
"I don't ever see that happening," Harry muttered under his breath.
"If he doesn't even pass his O.W.L.s his wand will be snapped," Hermione said. "That's good motivation."
"Yeah but this is Ron," Harry said. "He's more likely to dig his heels in and only realize too late that he's screwed. And then it'll still be someone else's fault."
"I think Harry's right," Ginny said. "That's definitely Ron."
Hermione nodded in agreement with her mate before shifting to sit on his lap, "It'll be easier to eat at mealtimes." Laughter followed that observation.
That evening Harry insisted on Hermione modeling his choices. Hermione wished for a changing screen and finally looked at Harry's choices. They weren't bad. A few choices surprised her; particularly the thong, but she wasn't about to tell him that. Harry had looked hopeful when she said she'd go try them on and she wouldn't want to disappoint him. Hermione slid into a black lace bra and panty set and exited the screen, "What do you think Harry?"
Harry didn't have to answer. His mouth had dropped open and his pants looked to be incredibly tight all of a sudden. "You are so beautiful," Harry whispered.
She walked over and kissed him, "Thank you Harry. You have good taste."
"I'm glad you like them," he said before watching her walk back behind the screen, "I think asking you to model them has inadvertently turned into a torture session."
"Well I won't make you suffer too long," she promised, sliding out of the underwear and putting them back in her trunk. She slid into the thong and exited the screen.
Harry's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. Her exiting topless could have had something to do with that but when she turned around she actually heard him growl. She smiled and turned back to find him directly behind her. "Hermione you're the most beautiful woman on the planet."
"I'm about to be the most beautiful woman on top of you," she said, feeling the familiar pull of lust that she often felt with him when they were alone. Harry took that as permission to kiss her and they made their way toward the bed as her hands easily removed his clothes.
Ron Weasley sat on his bed in the Burrow. His mother had taken down all of his posters and all of his comic books and toys had been removed. In their place was all of his schoolwork and textbooks. There had been no cake. The Burrow was a warm home but at present Ron felt alone. His parents had jumped down his throat when they'd heard him mumbling about getting revenge on Potter. His mind begrudgingly went to what his parents had said. His father had told him that a date was only if the two people involved knew it was a date and one person asked the other person out. And then there was his parents' words about relationships.
Ron could let the whole thing with Hermione go. After all while she might be a hot Veela she was still…Hermione. She was a bookworm and a know-it-all and a nag. But he was still angry with Potter. Potter who had it all. Selfish bastard that he was.
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Worn out?"
His eyes opened to see his lover offering him a cheeky smile. Harry grinned, "I'm always up for another round with you."
"I'm glad to hear that," she kissed him sweetly. "I love you."
"I love you too," he pulled her into a hug, "I'm sure that our friends will do well at the first task but I'm so glad I don't have to compete." She nodded her head in agreement. Harry fighting a dragon did not appeal to her. "Think Malfoy will survive?"
"Part of me hopes he doesn't," Hermione admitted. "Watching someone die would be horrible of course…"
"But he is a git who is constantly trying to hurt you."
"Yes," she nodded before gently kissing his neck. "I don't think I'd ever admit that to anyone but you Harry."
"Part of what's so brilliant about you," Harry said. "I'm glad I'm taking Ancient Runes with you now. If Trelawney predicted my death one more time…and worse Ron was getting this glint each time my death was predicted like he was plotting something."
"Ron? He's not one to plot unless it's about food."
"Still I don't trust him. I'm just glad we won't have to spend time with him anymore," Harry kissed her, "I don't look forward to being apart this summer."
"We don't have to be," Hermione shifted to look into his eyes, "you could stay with me."
Harry's eyes glazed over at the thought before another thought had them clearing, "Your father will kill me."
"Harry it's a biological urge. And anyway, it's not my father's business. You and I are together, we're safe, and that's all there is to it." Harry knew it wasn't that simple but he liked the fantasy. "How come your dormmates haven't noticed your absence?"
"I live with boys. They don't notice much."
She chuckled and leaned down to kiss him, "Would you want to spend the summer with me?"
"More than anything," Harry nodded. They kissed again and his hands traveled over her body.
"Harry…" She closed her eyes in pleasure. He smiled and turned them so that he was on top and she kissed him. The pull of the Veela could be strong, the urge to mate overwhelming. That was why she did her best to show Harry her feelings for him with the kisses, the caresses, the snuggling. The Veela urge was primal but she didn't let it win out in their encounters. According to Fleur the near-constant lust would vanish after a year or two. Harry certainly wasn't complaining about the frequency of their encounters or how aggressive she could become; he seemed to actually enjoy it when her aggressiveness was increased.
Hermione knew that she was lucky; Harry was incredibly understanding about the difficulties of being a Veela, the few that they'd discovered. And to his mind an intense sexual appetite filled by him wasn't a bad thing at all; nor was her generally aggressive nature which became even moreso at times.
After a very intense climax Hermione and Harry snuggled together, "Good night love," she whispered.
Harry sighed and pulled the blanket up to cover them better, "Good night beautiful."
"I never thought this would happen when I found out that I am a Veela. I'm so glad you're you, Harry. Otherwise I wouldn't be this happy."
"Funny, I was thinking the same. I was so scared about being your boyfriend; that I wouldn't be good enough for you, that I couldn't make you orgasm, that you wouldn't want me when you can have any man you want…but I guess I was most scared that you might not love me. That I really wasn't worthy of love just like the Dursleys have always said."
"Harry…"
He quickly continued before she could correct him, "But you've proven that I am worthy of love and I don't think I could love anyone more than I love you."
Hermione ran her hand over his chest. "I will punish those people."
"They're terrified of magic and were handed a magical child. They might have abused me but I don't think they had a choice in taking me in. I mean, they don't want me so why not put me in an orphanage?"
"Dumbledore forced them to take you in and keep you," Hermione realized. "Can I punish him?"
Harry chuckled, "Go right ahead my gorgeous girl."
"You're staying with me this summer no matter what Harry, understood?"
"What are we going to tell your parents?"
"The truth. I'm a Veela, blessed by a god. And as a Veela I have an increased sexual appetite. But I'm not getting pregnant until I'm in my thirties so they don't have to worry about any grandbabies happening too soon. Finally, you are my mate and I'm going nowhere without you."
That sounded pretty good to Harry. "Okay I like that. It's honest and pretty explanatory. Will your parents understand though?"
"That their 15 year-old daughter is classed as a magical creature and having regular sex with a 14 year-old boy? Probably not," she answered.
"I wouldn't call the sex regular," Harry pouted. She smiled.
"I meant the frequency not how adventurous we are," she elaborated. Harry perked up at that and kissed her. "But if they don't understand then we'll just figure something out okay?"
Harry nodded and shifted to snuggle her better. Hermione closed her eyes as he kissed her jaw, "Sounds great. Now we need sleep."
"Definitely," she yawned, "good night my love."
"Good night beautiful," he said, closing his eyes.