Harry Potter: Rise of the Spiral

Chapter 37

A/N: Skip the chapter if you want. Iris and Edmund will be canoodling and consummating in this chapter. You're welcome to read it but if you expected smut then get your head out of the gutter.

Yeah, they're both underage and I'm sorry if you think it was too soon for them. But, I don't know, I felt it was the right time for them to further their relationship. They didn't just decide to do it. It was the.. circumstance of the situation.

(ROTS)

Iris stayed at the rebuilt Whirlpool manor for the rest of the summer. Her mood had been at it's worst for the past few days and Edmund was worried for her. He didn't know how to comfort her and so he was getting frustrated.

On one particular night, when they were returning to their rooms after dinner, Iris stopped Edmund by slightly pulling his sleeve.

"Edmund," She began, hesitant of what she wanted to say.

He turned around and asked, "Yeah?"

"Can we.. talk for some time?"

"Sure!"

"In my room."

"...Ok."

Edmund followed Iris in her room and sat beside her on the bed. He waited for her to start as she took a few deep breaths to gather her thoughts.

"Growing up with my aunt, I never had the privilege of knowing what friendship was like. I was alone. No one wanted to get acquainted with me in primary school. Even the kids in my neighbourhood avoided me. Mostly out of fear of Dudley and his friends."

She stopped for a moment and continued, "When I met Hermione, she was lonely, just like me. Everyone shunned her away for her attitude. But I knew she was just trying to get some friends. So, I decided to be one and extended a hand of friendship. We have been through so much together. What did all that amount for? All I got, in the end, was a betrayal. Why did she betray me, Ed? It hurts. Why does losing her hurt so much?"

Edmund understood her. Even though friendship wasn't one of his strongest points, he had the memories and experiences of a four-hundred-year-old man who lived for his friends and those he considered precious to him. Without the rookies, without Umio Iruka, without Sarutobi, the Ichiraku, Tsunade, Jiraya, Kurama and all those Naruto had come to care for, he would have been a lost and a broken man.

For Iris, her friends were her anchors, her strength. And losing them, their betrayal had hurt her.

Edmund scooted closer to her and gave her a hug. He whispered into her ear as her breath quivered, "It hurts because you loved her as your best friend. It's the worst kind of feeling when someone you love turns their back against you. It hurts because your love for her was pure and true."

Iris sobbed, "I don't want to feel hurt again. Help me forget it. Please."

Edmund broke the hug and kissed her passionately. He could taste her tears though it so he kissed them away, trailing across her cheeks to her closed eyelids and then back to her lips.

Edmund gently pushed her onto the bed and she followed.

"Hush," he said. "Hush. It'll be alright." And he kissed her eyelids again, then again her lips.

The kiss continued on past the point where he usually broke off. Then, slowly, he pulled away.

Iris groped for him, as though she was blind. "Ed, please, please..." her lips touched his.

Then he kissed her again, slowly slipping her shorty nightgown over her head. His strong and gentle hands began to stroke her, his hands, his lips, his tongue trailed across her body.

Gentle. Not frightening. Knowing what he was doing. Iris felt her nipples rise, and it startled her.

"Shhh," Edmund whispered. "Shhh, it's all right, don't worry, just relax and listen to your body."

He was slow, rhythmic, gentle, moving down her body, down ...

Iris was nothing but her body.... there was a sharp brief pain... brief... and then a sweet spasm went through her... and she seemed to rise into the air, sitting on his legs.

There was no more pain. Just the sweetness.

The incredible... oh, the... and then Edmund, panting...

Iris pressed him hard against herself. They kissed as she moved her hips, her legs crossed behind his waist and her hands tugged the hair of the back of his head.

Edmund pushed her back to the bed and continued moving. He increased his pace, moving his waist a little faster as Iris moaned and panted with pleasure.

And then, the knot at the root of their connection dissolved in fire, melting into her as Edmund fell over her, kissing her possessively.

(ROTS)

For the rest of her stay, they did not go beyond kissing and exploring their bodies.

Edmund increased the intensity of her training and involved his clones to help her get used to cast against fast and intelligent moving targets. Just for the fun of it, Edmund's clones henged themselves into Ron, Snape, Malfoy and Dumbledore. Iris enjoyed taking out her frustrations and pent up rage at them.

Meanwhile, Edmund learnt about Helga Hufflepuff's lost artefact, her cup. Edmund mobilized his house-elves and his clones all over England. He could sense that it was close but was hidden behind wards. He continued his training with the bijuu through the connection they shared and was able to finally achieve mastery over four of the five elements.

Finally, it was time for them to depart for their fifth year, one which Edmund was not looking forward to. An unpleasant toad had set her feet on Hogwarts grounds.

Edmund just wished he wouldn't have to kill that infuriating woman too.

(ROTS)

A/N: I didn't want it to seem smutty and vulgar so I kept it limited. Hope it wasn't too little... or in some cases too much. I admit it was cheesy, no doubt about it. But I guess it was better than most fanfictions where they just butcher it and make the involved parties seem like some sex-crazed lunatics out of a stupid porno.

If you are underage and are still reading this then... shame shame! You shouldn't be reading this! Go buy candy and do kiddy stuff. Though almost all the adult stuff is done with by now.

PS. Sorry for the short chapter. Don't kill me.