Harry Potter only male wizard fanfiction LEMON

I first published this Romance/Adventure novella at Fanfiction.net with a couple of PG-13/R-ish rated sex scenes for the weenies there. :P

THIS is the X-rated LEMON version...

This story only has a couple of sex scenes, but I wanted to make them more adult, and expand on some scenes only implied in the other version.

If you don't know the Wizards of Waverly Place TV series, I recommend googling it and checking out an episode to get a feel for the characters. The comedy programme is a nice fit with Potterverse, despite different magical rules.

Even better, the Lead Character, Alex Russo, is played by Her Hotness, SELENA GOMEZ. :D

Potterverse canon is adhered to strongly, except for the bit where Harry ends up with Hermione after Ron displays (yet again) what a selfish jerk he is in Deathly Hollows. I have attempted to reconcile the different magical systems in this story, but when in doubt, Potterverse rules take precedence.

In regards to the timelines: 

Wizards of Waverly Place: This takes place in season 4 shortly after Alex receives the Wizard of the Year Award, making her 17 at the time of this story.

Harry Potter: A few months after the war, just after Harry's 18th birthday. I had originally set everything to the Potterverse timeline (war ending in 1998), but as I wrote this story and the sequels, I realised that certain technologies and events I was referring to were more recent.

It could still more or less work either way, if you prefer to stick with the original Potterverse timeline and push back the Waverly Place timeline, but if you pull Potterverse forward to match the Waverlyverse timeline, then the war ended in 2012.

Harry Potter and the Wizards of Waverly Place: the Stone of Dreams

PART 1

Death in the Dark

Chapter 1

"I still don't understand why you're flying the muggle way!" grumbled Ron crossly. "The International Floo Network would be much quicker."

Hermione sighed. Despite Ron's protestations, she knew that he was still hurting. The war was won, but Fred was dead; and she was now Harry's girlfriend instead of Ron's. Ron had accepted that she and Harry were together rather well, all things considered. In fact, Ron had blamed himself for his break-up Hermione. But that didn't mean he had no more feelings for her; and every once in a while he just couldn't help himself, jealousy would overcome him.

"Ron, I told you — Harry and I lived like muggles until we got our letters for Hogwarts. But Harry..." Hermione began, but Harry interjected. He needed Ron to hear it from him.

"...I need this Ron. I need a break from magic for a bit. I want to know what I missed about being a muggle when I lived with the Dursleys..."

"Yeah? Well, I bet you won't be halfway across the Atlantic before you use magic!" said Ron nastily.

Harry thought he knew what was wrong; Ron wanted to go too.

But Ron couldn't go. Mrs. Weasley was having none of that. She wasn't letting any of her children out of her sight for a good long while. She had said it was because she needed them to help sort things out while Arthur Weasley was adjusting to his new role as the (reluctant) Minister of Magic, but everyone knew that it was because Fred was gone.

"Come on Ron! You know I would bring you all along if your Mum would let me," said Harry.

"Yeah.. I know," Ron sighed "Go on mate. Have a good time! Sorry for being such a prat."

Ron wasn't the only one looking bitter. Ginny had not taken it well when Harry had told her that he and Hermione were together. She had had a crush on Harry since before she had met him; and she was having difficulty accepting that whatever they had briefly had, was over. Ginny wasn't sure she would ever get over Harry. But she knew she still wanted to be a part of his life, even if it was only as a friend.

Ginny pushed her feelings down. She just wanted Harry to be happy. She smiled through tears and gave Harry and Hermione both a warm hug. George gave Harry a lopsided grin.

"Have fun Harry... Hermione. But don't be gone too long. Mum is having a blue fit because she knows she can't keep you two at home."

They all managed a bit of a laugh. Then after some more hugs all the way around, Harry and Hermione set off towards the gate for their British Airways flight to New York.

Harry had never been on an airplane of any sort. After many years in the Wizarding World he had to agree with Mr Weasley. It was amazing really, what muggles could do without magic. He made a note to himself to take some courses at a muggle college whenever he got a chance. He really had been deprived of a proper muggle education which had ended after he'd finished primary school. Maybe he should have taken Muggle Studies after all. Harry was a bit anxious; the plane was huge, and he couldn't imagine how it would possibly get off the ground without magic.

Hermione tried to explain to Harry about aerodynamics, speed, and wind-resistance, but he didn't quite follow it until Hermione patiently drew some pictures. It all made sense then. Despite the size and shape of the airplane and the power source, he figured it wasn't so different than flying a broom. Sure, his broom was small and powered by magic instead of jets, but the same principles seemed to apply while in the air.

He felt a bit better after that, but he still wished he had some firewhiskey. Harry had no control over the airplane. His safety was in the hands of Muggle pilots. Hermione peered at Harry who still looked a bit pale.

"It's alright Harry..." she began knowingly, "Your birthday was a week ago. You're perfectly legal to get a Muggle Whiskey if you want to — at least until we get to the United States. I don't know what their age limits are."

Harry grinned, his face brightening.

"Thanks Hermione, I had completely forgotten. I can't believe I'm 18! And I missed out on 7th year." Harry groaned, then continued, his face scrunched in puzzlement, "You know what's weird though... somehow I feel much older than that now. It's like..."

"...the war changed us." Hermione finished Harry's sentence without missing a beat. "We aren't children any more — and not just because we're over 17. We've lived a lifetime's worth in just twelve months, and defeated the most dangerous and powerful dark Wizard since Grindelwald!" Harry marveled. That was exactly what he had been about to say, word for word!

"Yeah, and the idea of returning to Hogwarts just seems really strange now. It's been my home for 6 years, but I feel like I've outgrown it..."

"...and in some ways we have!" finished Hermione simply. "Harry, don't you realise? You've learned more about magic in the past year than you could have ever hoped to learn at Hogwarts! And yes, you had a lot of help from the Order and the DA, but in the end it was only you against Voldemort. And you proved that your magic was more powerful. You've learned how to control it in ways you hadn't dreamed of before — not from books, but from experience."

"But I wish I knew a few more spells!" sighed Harry. "I relied on you way too much to make up for my shortcomings."

Hermione giggled.

"But that's what I'm here for Harry!" She waited a moment, then continued a bit more seriously, "Don't worry, there will be plenty of time to further your education. In the meantime, I think I can manage to pick up the slack!" Hermione gave Harry a hard stare, barely hiding a hint of laughter.

"Yes, well you've always gone above and beyond Hermione!" He left the rest of the sentence unsaid: that's why I love you. But his eyes said it, and Hermione saw it.

"I love you too," she whispered in Harry's ear as she put her arm around him. They kissed briefly, then Hermione leaned into his shoulder, still holding him. Harry looked out of the window down at the fluffy clouds far below and the blue sea below that.

This was a perfect moment. Harry realised that he no longer needed a Whiskey, and after a while they both drifted off to sleep.

~o0o~

Hermione was still asleep, nestled under Harry's arm with her head against his chest. Harry sighed contentedly and looked out of the window of the 747 airliner bound for New York. All he could see below were billowy clouds now, hiding the Atlantic beneath them. His mind wandered to the events which had led him to this moment.

This was the first chance that Harry and Hermione had had to be alone together since the end of the war. He thought back to Ron's bitter features as Ron, Ginny, and George had seen them both off at Heathrow several hours ago. Every once in a while Harry felt a bit guilty about how things had turned out, but not for long.

Ron couldn't possibly expect to be forgiven so completely by Hermione after abandoning her to possible capture, torture, and death — or worse, given the proclivities of many Death Eaters — in the middle of a war.

As for Harry, despite everything, he hoped Ron could get past himself eventually. Harry really wanted his best friend back, and he had done all he could to show Ron that he was forgiven. But he had a feeling that things would never be the same between them again — even though Ron had been making an effort to put a best face on things. Ron was showing signs of strain; trying to battle his jealousy seemed to be a bit more than he could handle.

Harry cuddled Hermione a bit tighter and breathed in her minty fragrance. She was beautiful, kind, and smart, and fearless in the face of danger. He loved her more than he could have ever imagined love would feel like. For the first time in his life Harry really knew what it meant to love someone; if he lost her, he knew it would break him.

He wondered why Hermione had chosen to be with him. She didn't have to be with Harry just because she had broken up with Ron. Harry thought back to the conversation they'd had just after Godric's Hollow.

Hermione had told him that all she had ever wanted to do was protect him from Voldemort. And after their first kiss she had said to Harry that she had gone out with Ron against her better judgment — that she'd known for years that it probably wouldn't work with him. But did that mean that Hermione had known for years that she loved Harry?

"I love Harry, Ron. I... I think I've always known..." Hermione had said the night Ron had returned and killed the Horcrux.

But Harry had never had a chance to ask Hermione what she meant. She stirred in his arm, then opened her eyes. She sat up properly and looked at Harry. She had heard his thoughts and they had awoken her. It was a bit odd; this thought-sharing business had been occurring with greater frequency over the last few weeks.

Hermione smiled, but there was a hint of regret.

"Since third year Harry. I've loved you since third year when you saved yourself and Sirius from those Dementors. When you thought you saw your father..." Hermione's voice cracked, and a tear rolled down one cheek. "I... it was so sad, and I knew that I just wanted you to be happy."

"I... I wish I'd asked you to be with me years ago. I don't know why I didn't... except you never seemed particularly interested in girls until fifth year really... until Cho." Then Hermione's tears began to flow in earnest. "And... and then I thought that you and Ginny — and she's a good friend... I didn't want to stand in the way of your happiness together."

Harry looked at his girlfriend soberly with regrets of his own.

"I never really knew, Hermione. I'm a bit of an idiot when it comes to relationships. But I always knew that I was happy when you were around, and miserable when you weren't." Harry sighed. "And after Ron left during the horcrux hunt, I realised that what I had with Ginny wasn't really real — it was nothing like what we have Hermione... Looking back, I wish we'd got together sooner too."

Then Harry brightened, and he continued.

"But we're together now Hermione, and that's all that really matters anymore," he said, gently caressing her face. Then Harry leaned over, put both arms around Hermione and kissed her deeply.