And then something clicked in Harry's head. Best of all he can fly. He will bypass the dragon through the air. To do this, he will need a "Flush". And for this he will need ...

“Hermione,” said Harry in a whisper, bursting three minutes later into the greenhouse and apologizing to Professor Aspargella on the run, “Hermione, you must help me.”

“What do you think I'm trying to do?” - she answered in a whisper, looking at him with round, anxious eyes over the trembling leaves of a trepikest, which she had cut off.

“Hermione, by tomorrow I need to learn the Summoning spell.”

* * *

And they began to learn. They did not go to dinner, but instead went to a free class, where Harry, straining all his will, began to force various objects to fly up to him across the room. It turned out badly. Books and feathers lost their resolve on the halfway and fell like a stone to the floor.

- Focus, Harry, focus ...

- What am I doing? - Harry was angry. “But for some reason, the dragon seems to me all the time ... huge, disgusting ... Ok, let's try again ...”

He wanted to skip divination and continue practicing, but Hermione flatly refused to miss arithmetic, and there was no point in remaining without it. Therefore, we had to endure an hour in the society of Professor Trelawney, who devoted half a year to explaining the fact that Mars’s position on Saturn is such that people born in July have almost no chance of avoiding a sudden, terrible death.

“That's good,” said Harry loudly, unable to restrain himself, “that suddenly I don’t want to suffer.”

For a moment, Ron looked like he was about to laugh; he certainly met Harry for the first time in many days, but Harry was still too offended and pretended not to notice. He spent the rest of the lesson, summoning all sorts of little things with a wand, summoning to himself. He managed to force the fly to fly straight into his fist, although he was not sure that this was due to the successes in learning the draft spell - maybe it was just some kind of fly debilator.

After divination, at lunch, he hardly crammed into himself some food, and then, together with Hermione - in order to avoid unnecessary questions, under an invisibility cloak - he returned to the empty classroom. They trained until midnight. They could have been longer, but Dryuzg appeared and, allegedly deciding that Harry needed to throw different things at him, began to fling chairs. Harry and Hermione hastily retreated, fearing that the noise would attract Filch, and returned to the Gryffindor common room, which, fortunately, was already empty.

By two o'clock in the morning, Harry was standing by the fireplace surrounded by a mountain of all sorts of things - books, feathers, several upturned chairs, old sets of trinkets and Trevor's Neville Toad. For the last hour, Harry suddenly realized what the secret of the Calling Spell was.

“Already better, Harry, much better,” Hermione looked tired, but extremely pleased.

“Next time, when I can't master any spell, you know what to do,” Harry replied, throwing back the runic dictionary to try again, “scare me with the dragon.” So ... - He once again raised his wand. - Assio Dictionary!

The heavy tom leapt out of Hermione's hands, sped around the room and flew into Harry's hands.

- Harry, you learned! - exclaimed admiring Hermione.

“We'll see tomorrow,” said Harry. “The Flurry” will be much farther from me than all these things, it will be in the castle, and I will be in the courtyard ...

“It doesn't matter,” said Hermione confidently, “if you follow properly, concentrate well, he will fly. Harry, it would be nice to get some sleep ... you need it.

Harry looked at the wall clock. It was already 3 in the morning. Before the start of the tri-wise tournament there was very little. Of course, some items: feathers, sheets of paper, large books, still flew into his hands, but this seemed to him a little.

“No, some more ...,” he readily raised his wand and began to seek out a new subject for experience.

- Harry! You have already begun to succeed because of your concentration, and if you do not rest by tomorrow, you will lose that too.

She gently touched her hand, squeezing her wand. Suddenly, Harry felt a little agitated by this overly gentle touch. Apparently Hermione felt the same, as she embarrassedly removed her hand. Harry averted his eyes and sat down in a chair.

“I have a little more practice, otherwise tomorrow dragons will have breakfast for me.” Well, or have lunch, depending on the time - he smiled nervously.

She put a chair across from him and sat down.

- Well, do not be so pessimistic.

. Harry looked at her. Only now he realized that Hermione had matured greatly. She prettier: from the old ridiculous cram there was not a trace. Her lush hair was no longer ridiculous, and now even gave her some kind of sexuality. A slim, slightly angular figure was hidden by a Grifindor sweater under which a white school blouse was visible. The chest for her age was sufficiently developed, which would cause Harry anxiety below the belt. Harry's gaze involuntarily dropped below the black skirt up to his knees, under which slender legs in black golf were visible.

Harry's eyes clouded over and he unwittingly imagined how his panties were being pulled from these legs.

“Harry? Are you okay?

Harry could hardly tear his eyes off her legs. It turned out that Hermione was trying to reach her friend’s consciousness a second time.

- And ... in general ... Yes.

Harry realized with horror that his cock was excited to the limit and was ready to tear the fabric on his pants. With difficulty he raised his reddened face in shame. Hermione, too, was as red as poppies, and now she embarrassedly straightened her skirt. On the one hand, his gaze confused her, but on the other, it was terribly pleasant for her to realize that it was she who caused such excitement in Harry’s pants. With an awkward movement, she straightened her hair and suddenly realized that she was excited.

“P-p ... p-continue ... activities,” she said, stuttering slightly.

Once again, driving away the thought of Hermione's panties, Harry tried to concentrate.

- What? - He asked.

“We will work ... uh-uh,” she stopped short and involuntarily licked her dry lips.

Harry gathered the will into a fist.

- Yes ... ASIO - the call of things ...

He resolutely stood up, but suddenly realized that all his 20-centimeters were towering over his trousers with a mountain, moreover, in the immediate vicinity of Hermione's face. She is not looking up at his dick, clearly realizing that her "pussy" finally soaked.

Without thinking of anything but sex and shame, Harry stared at the table behind her with a blank look. With despair, he thought: “Cut down something! Distract from her smooth sexy legs legs ... No! Don't think about it! ” With a trembling hand, he raised his wand.

- ASIO!

Then something happened that excited Harry could not have foreseen. Contrary to all past failures with very large objects, the table rushed forward, and with such force that it slammed hard against the back of Hermione's chair. The blow was enough for Hermione to fly off the chair and knock Harry to the floor.

For several minutes they stared fixedly at each other. Finally, Harry allowed himself to smile.

“You're amazingly beautiful today.”

Hermione smiled back.

- Thank.

Laughing, he hugged her and kissed her on the lips.

Harry acted pretty confidently and skillfully, as he had some experience in these matters. A few weeks ago, he began secretly meeting with Rita Skitter. Their not quite normal affair began, beginning with an interview in the closet, on the day of the test of the champion sticks. There, for the first time, Rita tested his special wand, and found her and her owner surprisingly promising and capable.From that day on, every weekend they met in the Boar's Head. And there for 3-4 hours this depraved cougar taught Harry a variety of tricks in the field of carnal pleasures, while ...