What Hermione Wants

Chapter 18 (The Ceremony, Part 2)



Professor McGonagall took some time to process the statement Harry had just made because it just didn’t fit into her current worldview. She would have been willing to bet all the Galleons in Gringotts that it wasn’t possible to lighten her mood right now, but even through the seriousness of the situation, even she had to fight not to smile for a moment. “No, Harry. It’s nothing like that.”



Harry was visibly relieved. “Then what in the name of Merlin is happening?”



Minerva wasn’t sure how to approach this. In some ways, she felt like a hypocrite because when she was Head Girl in 1937, she had received alur gur gifts. It was hard to put into words why it was so very different today; for whatever reason the gift had become taboo. In her case, she had selected a friend and after a few weeks of having her shoes polished and books carried, the novelty wore off. The gifts were certainly much more powerful now that each Head Boy and Girl could select only one. Her discomfort had to be based on the fact that for a girl like Hermione to be giving up the other gifts, she must have more than shoe polishing on her mind. She had also broken one of her biggest rules and had gotten quite close to Hermione. She had never had children of her own and over the years she had had started to think of her as a fantasy daughter which added to her heartbreak.



Minerva took a deep breath, “Harry,” she addressed him by name, “there are certain... privileges that go along with being selected Head Boy or Head Girl, and what Miss Granger has selected involves the... assistance of a student of her choice.”



This wasn’t sounding promising. “Of what sort?” Harry asked.



Professor McGonagall continued, her voice becoming quite strained, “That is at her discretion. Please, no more questions right now. You just revealed that you care greatly for your friend. I’m going to have to ask you to trust her while taking part in an ancient school rite of passage.”



Harry was quite confused. McGonagall hadn’t told him anything, but whatever was going on, it sounded as if he wouldn’t be getting back to his chess game anytime soon. He was also worried. This was the same girl who had been going out of her way not to even look at him since late Wednesday afternoon.



Headmaster Dumbledore spoke, “Please bring the selected forward. Miss Granger, please come forward as well.”



“Something tells me I don’t have any choice in whatever this is, do I?” Harry asked Professor McGonagall as they began to walk towards Hea Headmaster.



She answered him in the form of a spell that put him in a trance-like state but allowed him to be completely aware of what was happening.



As Hermione arrived at her place in front of Headmaster Dumbledore, she could swear his eyes twinkled at her a bit. She had too look away. He always seemed to know more than he should about what was going on, but this was making her feel naked and vulnerable. She didn’t even want to imagine what Snape must have been thinking about her now.



Professor McGonagall and Harry arrived at the front of the hall with Hermione. Albus handed Minerva a piece of red string and she tied one end to Hermione’s left wrist and she easily lifted Harry’s right arm and tied the other end of the string to his right wrist. She took a step back so Harry and Hermione were standing together.



Dumbledore continued the ceremony. “Miss Granger, take the Slytherin vessel and open it.”



Hermione did her best to not let her hands shake when she lifted the ornate green and silver egg-shaped container. She opened it and a different, yet familiar, disembodied voice spoke. “Perhaps this Gryffindor is willing to use any means to achieve her ends after all? Do not let her fool you into thinking she only has long term goals on her mind!”



Dumbledore’s powerful voice filled the hall, “Do NOT taunt my student, Salazar! She has earned the right to make this selection without being second guessed!”



“It’s far too late for that, Albus. There is not one consciousness in this room that isn’t filled with sordid thoughts, and in that proclamation I include your own!” Salazar hissed and



Hermione wished she had the same ability as the Bloody Baron and could flow through the floor and away from the embarrassment of the situation.



Dumbledore remained controlled, “Salazar, even in life you didn’t have the ability to reach into the mind of someone as skilled as Professor Snape or me. You are guilty of projecting your own feelings about the situation into others, and my Head Girl is waiting for her gift.”



Salazar spoke, “As you wish, Albus. This is your mere moment of control in terms of eternity. Don’t become too accustomed to it, for it ends in the blink of an eye. Soon you too will be naught but another painting on the wall.”



The room was flooded with green light from the Slytherin container. “Hermione Granger. You have been granted the gift of additional influence and charisma. To learn the benefits and responsibilities of the gift, the person selected will be have increased susceptibility to your requests for your remaining time at Hogwarts. If additional persuasion is needed, the command is Inservio.”



The moment the green light faded, Hermione shut the container and placed it back on the table before Salazar Slytherin had anything else to say about the situation. He had made it sound so dirty. At the same time, the red string disappeared as well.



Snape and Draco joined Hermione, Harry and Minerva near the Headmaster. Dumbledore spoke, “The Gifts of the Founders are a very personal and private matter between the Head Boy and Girl and in this case, Mr. Potter as well. They are not to be discussed with other staff members or other students. Is that understood?”



There was a general muttering of “Yes, Sir,” or some form of acknowledgement that included everyone except Harry who was very much aware of his surroundings, but unable to respond.



Dumbledore continued, “You’ve both been given a great deal of additional power. I hope you live up to expectations and use it wisely. With that, I’ll bid you goodnight.”



Professor McGonagall regained her power of speech. “The house elves will retrieve your robes in the morning, do not worry about them tonight.”



***



After Draco, Hermione and Harry left the Great Hall, the Professors discussed the gifts that were selected. Professor McGonagall was agitated. “Do you think Draco knows that the Gryffindor gift is only capable of responding to the moral code of the recipient when determining what is righteous?”



Professor Snape answered showing much frustration; “I’m not sure where he would have found out about it considering I’m only being made aware of this at this time! I talked to him during training and found out that the only gift he knew about in advance was Slytherin’s. The bigger surprise was observing Miss Granger thinking with something other than her brain for once.”



“Severus!” Minerva scolded, “You can’t think that innocent girl...”



“Innocent!” Severus interrupted, “like Hell! Even if she was, she won’t be by morning! You had the same reaction and thoughts as I!”



Professor McGonagall tried to deny her thoughts, “It was just the surprise of Miss Granger not selecting something of a more scholarly nature...”



The Headmaster, though amused by his colleagues-- in very much the very same way Hermione was amused by the first years, and in the same way Minerva was amused by Hermione describing Ron’s lack of persuasion skills back in the hospital wing-- thought it was time for their ‘discussion’ to come to an end. “Professors! The gifts have been selected and distributed. As far as we know, Mr. Malfoy is likely to feel a Gryffindor gift would have to have a moral code attached to it that would be useless to an everyday mischief-maker, let alone a Death Eater. I will handle any other details involving the gifts myself.”



“But, Headmaster...” Snape began.



“Myself, Severus.” Dumbledore looked at Minerva. “And that goes for Miss Granger as well.”



***



Draco and Hermione along with Harry arrived at the door to the Head Girl and Boy Suite. Draco tried to be nice by offering to go patrol the halls, but Hermione reminded him of what he was wearing and how the other students, especially Slytherins, were likely to react to his current attire. All three entered the shared common area, and then Draco went to his room, quickly changed, and let Hermione know that he’d be patrolling for at least an hour.



Hermione sat Harry down on one of the comfortable chairs, and then sat on the chair opposite him and just looked at him for a moment. She spoke, “I know I should take Professor McGonagall’s spell off of you so you can respond, but I have something to say first.” She held his hand that couldn’t squeeze back.



“Harry, I’ve wanted you for so long. I’ve been so jealous every time you have been interested in another girl; my heart lost another piece each time I gave you advice about a girl that wanted Harry Potter the ‘legend’ rather than Harry Potter the ‘person’. I did my best to bury my feelings for you once you got together with Ginny because at least with her I knew you had a lot in common and I’m sorry my jealousy came out the way it did on the first day of school this year.”



Hermione tried to explain why she had taken things to this extreme. “I swear, I would have just let it go and I would have never said or done a thing about it. There were so many other valuable gifts I could have selected tonight, but after being in your arms on Wednesday I couldn’t help myself. I always thought I would spend a lifetime being the female friend that’s pathetically infatuated with her male best friend, even though he’d never be able to see her as anything but platonic. But then we kissed, and I had to make you mine... even if it’s not real.”



She stood up, gently kissed his unresponsive lips, let go of his hand and sat back down. She closed her eyes to hold back the tears and whispered, “Finite Incantatem.”



Harry blinked his eyes a few times just because it was nice to be able to blink at will again. He also opened and closed his fingers a few times. His face changed from a blank expression to one of confusion. Though he had been able to come up with quite an unlikely conclusion about this situation based on what he had been hearing, it didn’t seem like it was something that could be possible at Hogwarts.



“What just happened?” He asked simply, gently. Hermione had just confessed some very strong feelings for him. After Wednesday, he certainly had been thinking about her differently as well, quite a bit actually. He wasn’t about to make any drastic changes, it was a one time slip and things were fine with Ginny...really...they were OK... he just had to have misunderstood what just happened in the Great Hall and the implications of what Hermione had just said. “Please don’t play word games and tell me you released me from McGonagall’s spell or repeat what you just said. Please start from a place that will allow this to make sense?



“I thought you were alert the whole time?” Hermione confirmed.



Harry looked at her and the way the flower wreath was resting on her head and the way the robe made her waist look so tiny, but with a little bit of a tummy curve because she was sitting. “I was aware of what was going on. That doesn’t mean I understand what it all means. I feel like I came in the middle of something quite complex. I got a message from Sir Nicholas that Dumbledore was waiting for me in the Great Hall. When I arrived, the door wouldn’t open, but once I was allowed in, I saw you dressed up like a bride and Malfoy in a matching outfit. My first guess was that there was some wizard custom that said unwed parents had to get married.”



To say Hermione was surprised would be an understatement. “You thought I was pregnant?”



“It wasn’t that difficult of a conclusion to jump to after seeing you two the first night we were back at school after the prefects left the bath!” Harry explained; he wasn’t calm anymore.



It crossed Hermione’s mind that both Draco and Harry were both spending far too much time spying on her with the other. “Harry, even with magic, that would be a little too soon to know something like that, besides I’m a...”



Harry cut her off, “How do I know you weren’t with him the whole summer?”



“You don’t, I guess.” Hermione admitted. “But I wasn’t. I was home with my parentIf yIf you were in the prefect’s bath, you have to have heard some of the conversation. We can’t have sounded like people who had done that kind of thing before. I needed something I couldn’t explain. You and I had our argument, Ron and I were about to break up...”



Harry jumped to what he thought was an obvious conclusion. “So you fucked Draco ‘pureblood’ Malfoy?”



“No! No I didn’t, I haven’t!” Hermione went on, “I’ve kissed him quite a bit this week, but...”



Harry interrupted again, “Why?”



“It’s hard to explain. I just told you how I felt after you and I kissed on Wednesday. On Thursday I was feeling sorry for myself and I did think about doing more. I thought, ‘what the hell, why not? I’ll never have who I really want,’ but Malfoy refused to have anything to do with me in that way if I was thinking about anyone else...” Hermione was afraid she had said too much, but it really had been Draco that had said no last night, not her.



“What about Monday night? You and Malfoy and ‘anything goes’?”



Hermione sighed, “You were listening, didn’t you hear the part about no touching the bathing suits or anything under them? He followed the rules. I followed the rules.”



Harry thought for a moment and his voice softened a bit. “I do remember hearing that.” He started to piece things together, “So, there are certain fringe benefits that come with being Head Boy or Head Girl. McGonagall said you had selected me for ‘assistance’ in some sort of right of passage and what that ‘assistance’ would be was at your discretion. From listening to Dumbledore, it sounds like he was actually talking with Salazar Slytherin. How am I doing so far?”



“You’re spot on.” Hermione admitted.



Harry continued instead of anger, his voice held disappointment, “I’m just having a hard time reconciling the fact that you would be willing to take that kind of power and that it is available without a Dark Mark. If I’m putting this all together correctly, you’re going to be asking me to do things I’ve never done before, not because I’ve had a lack of opportunity but because I was waiting for the right... circumstances.”



Hermione knew there was no way Harry would ever accept what she had done. She also knew in her heart that she’d have to cast Inservio on him tonight. She spoke quietly, “I meant everything I said before I removed McGonagall’s spell, Harry. That and more.” Hermione’s eyes looked to the floor in shyness before looking back in his eyes. “Other than testing out a few theories on my own, my experience is limited to kissing and a backrub. I haven’t done anything else either.”



“You haven’t?” Harry asked, starting to remember the girl from Wednesday afternoon and what she had felt like in his arms.



“No, I haven’t.” Hermione whispered.



“No?”



Hermione confirmed, “No. I was waiting for someone.”



“But he said no?” Harry asked.



“No.” Hermione answered.



“No?”



“The one that said ‘no’ wasn’t the one I was waiting for,” Hermione explained. “The one that said ‘no’ was someone I attempted to settle for out of feelings of worthlessness and self pity, then I was reminded of an option I never would have thought of taking. The one I’ve been waiting for has never asked and as far as I know, until Wednesday, never even thought of me as a female.”



Harry still wasn’t sure what to think. This was just so very wrong on so many levels, but she did look so beautiful in that robe, and if only he hadn’t been so clueless about her for so long... “Are you sure the full story isn’t ‘Draco kicked me out of bed so I’m using ancient Head Girl magic on Harry’?”



Hermione nodded her head, “I’m sure. Draco refused because he knew I’d spend the whole time imagining green eyes...and black hair...and how soft your lips were...and how it felt to be in your arms...”



Harry closed his eyes. He couldn’t take it anymore. If he were under a spell, it wasn’t his fault. He wouldn’t be responsible for anything that happened. “Cast the spell, Hermione,” he whispered.



“Excuse me?” Hermione questioned.



Harry spoke again, “You heard me the first time. Cast the bloody spell, Hermione!”



Hermione picked up her wand and hesitated for a moment.



Harry whispered again with intensity, “Cast it, now.”



Hermione waved her wand and spoke, “Inservio.” For just a moment the red string that had been tired around their wrists became visible, but other than that, nothing seemed different to her.



It must have made a difference to him. He immediately stood up, roughly took her in his arms and carried her to her room and kicked the door shut behind them. Hermione figured he must have known which room was hers since he saw where Malfoy had gone to change.

He placed her on her bed, climbed on top of her, and kissed her mouth with desperate kisses. He forced his tongue into her mouth and she made little sounds of enjoyment at the intensity of it.



She reached up to put her arms around him, her hands restless and wanting to caress his back, but he wouldn’t let her. He grabthemthem and forced them back to her sides and held them down. He broke the kiss. “Oh, no you don’t, Hermione.” Harry told her in a tone of voice she hadn’t heard before. “Make no mistake, you’re in control here. With one word, you can override my ret, bt, but I’d really prefer to draw a sharp line between what is real and what is happening because of your new ‘power’.”



Harry still had her arms pinned, but Hermione was able to lift her head and kiss him deeply before answering him, “I’m not sure I can not respond to kisses and it’s just instinct for me to want to wrap my arms around you.”



Harry looked in her eyes. “Then I may need to beg you to allow me to restrain you.”



Hermione felt fear. Her gift was old magic and it did come from Slytherin. Despite some excitement, curiosity, and the fact that Harry being totally in control over her was one of her fantasies, the trust needed wasn’t there and Harry instantly saw it on her face.



“Oh, come now, Hermione. You’re the one that said you had to make me yours even if it wasn’t real.” Harry threw her own words back at her. “Keeping things one sided tonight would be a good way of reminding you that this isn’t real.” Harry released her arms and began to caress her breasts through her robe and Hermione moaned with pleasure. “And that I’m here against my will.”



He began reaching under the full white silk of her dress robe until he found her leg. He slowly ran his right hand up her calf, then her thigh, and quickly got to the material of the old fashioned bloomers she was wearing. She shivered as he continued running his hand up to the waistband. He slipped it inside and slowly worked his way down to the neatly trimmed triangle of hair and stopped just as his finger got to the first sign of any kind of opening. She was panting and out of breath, and moved her hips to try to get his hand to move closer to its goal, but he waited...and waited. She wanted to grab his hand and make him do more. He had implied that he felt if she asked, he’d have no choice but to obey. She pondered what exactly to ask for.



Harry decided she had waited long enough to make his point. He let his finger move a millimeter at a time until he felt no more hair, but the start of warm folds of skin. She gasped in wonder and pleasure. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked.



Hermione smiled and sighed, “Yes. It feels so good. I’ve wanted you to touch me for so long.”



“Will you answer a question for me and answer it honestly, Hermione?” Harry asked.



Hermione nodded, “Um hmm...”



Harry asked, “How would you feel if perhaps last year of the year before, someone chose the same gift you did and selected you?” Harry quickly removed the hands he had been using to taunt her, and placed them on his lap.



Hermione didn’t answer right away. She stood up and one by one, undid the frog closuresthe the ceremonial robe and slowly removed it as Harry couldn’t help but watch. She stepped out of her white satin slippers, pulled off her chemise top, stepped out of the bloomers, and totally naked, she put her crown of flowers on her desk. Harry’s eyes were wide as she walked over to him and kissed his lips then pulled his t-shirt over his head and unfastened his jeans. She reached inside his boxers and started caressing his penis with that too light touch of inexperience, not that Harry had anything but himself to compare it to.



She whispered while continuing the caresses, “I don’t know. I suppose I’d feel violated and outraged and I’d wonder how on earth a tradition like that still existed...”



She kissed him deeply and he didn’t resist in the slightest. “Then I think I’d...”



She kissed his neck, “go to the library and...”



She kissed his chest, “do some extensive research on the subject...”



She kissed his stomach letting her tongue play with his belly button for a moment, “and then perhaps start a movement to stop such exploitation.”



Hermione began to move lower. Harry stopped her by lifting her up under her arms and throwing her back on the bed. He finished the job of pulling off his jeans and boxers and climbed on top of her again. This time he began kissing her ear, then her neck as Hermione sighed with delight. “Let’s finish what we started on Wednesday. You know we both wanted to.” Hermione whispered.



“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t,” Harry began as he massaged her breasts that seemed to be made to fit his hands.



Hermione was so glad that she had purchased the Wizard Relations book over the summer! If she hadn’t she would have thought of Harry’s erect member as some sort of gigantic monstrosity that would leave her with all kinds of internal damage, but from the book, she knew she was seeing someone well within the range of normal. She reached down and began to stroke him, doing her best to remember what she had read. “Of course you wanted to, Harry. You’re body reacted then the same way it’s reacting now...”



He interrupted her, “I’m 17. I get an erection when the wind blows.”



“You wanted to.” Hermione echoed. “I wanted to. Maybe not the full reality of the situation, but what we really wanted if we had just followed our instincts.” Hermione continued what she was doing and focused on remembering what she had read, ‘...make sure to use a firm grip...right below the head, just underneath is particularly sensitive.’



Harry watched her breasts bounce rhythmically as she sat up and continued to stroke him. The way she was biting her lower lip in concentration and found it almost unbearably sexy. He put his hand over hers and eased it away. “If you have anything else in mind for tonight, you might want to give that a break for now,” Harry suggested huskily.



Hermione was pushed back onto the bed and she felt Harry spread her legs. She shivered and closed her eyes when he began exploring her folds and little nooks and crannies. The way his fingers slid over her, she knew she had to be very wet. She opened her eyes for a moment and noticed him watching what his fingers were doing with rapt attention; he seemed to be noting which touches and which places caused which reaction. She closed her eyes again and felt a finger circle the outside of her opening; her hips moving in a steady rhythm that she hoped his fingers would start to meet.



He didn’t disappoint, and then some. Instead of just sliding a finger inside her, he also began exploring her moist slit with his tongue at the same time. His lips circled her clit and his tongue teased the swollen tissue as his finger, then two fingers slid in and out of her. Hermione’s back arched like a dancer’s and the sounds she made urged Harry on to go faster until he felt her whole body shake and spasm with pleasure and she screamed his name.



Hermione opened her eyes as Harry removed his fingers and sat up. She was still out of breath and panting, “Harry, that was amazing.” She pat the bed and he lay down next to her. “I thought you hadn’t done anything like that before.”



“I haven’t,” he answered truthfully, “but you’d be surprised what a wealth of reading materials exists under the floorboards at The Burrow.” He smiled at her



Hermione relaxed. He was smiling. She rolled over on her side so she was facing him and started stroking his arm.



“And then there’s the stories of Fred and George’s escapades,” Harry continued. “You don’t have the slightest idea how hard they tried to get you in the sack, do you?”



Hermione’s eyes grew wide and she swallowed, “They?” she asked in a tiny little girl voice.



Harry grinned the closest to an evil grin that he could manage and pushed her on her back and got on top of her. He kissed her deeply letting her taste herself and made sure to press against her leg so she could feel how hard he still was. “Yes, they. As in both. As in together. As in at the same time. As in Hermione sandwich.”



“Oh, my,” was the only response she could think of. She felt him continue to press against her, so she spread her legs to give him something else to press against.



Harry held himself up by both of his arms and was a little unclear on the concept of how to actually line things up to get inside her. After a few awkward attempts he gave Hermione a kiss and stated, “Well, you’re the smart one. A little help figuring out how these things go together?” Harry actually blushed.



Hermione smiled, reached down, and took the matter in hand. She stroked his hard cock for a moment trying out the word in her head and guided him to the right place and the correct angle.



Harry gasped with pleasure as he began to be enveloped by tight, warm, wet walls. He moved slowly because he knew the first time could be painful for the girl.



Hermione sighed happily. This wasn’t so bad, not pain just a little...discomfort that was already fading as he eased all the way inside her. She moved her hips a bit and just loved the feeling of fullness and completeness she felt. She looked into Harry’s eyes and whispered, “It’s OK, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”



He gave her a kiss, “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you?”



“Yes, you feel so good inside me, Harry.” Hermione moaned and shut her eyes, as Harry pulled out a bit then pushed back in. After a moment Hermione opened her eyes and gave Harry a kiss. “Really, it’s OK. You really got me warmed up before.”



“Umm, me too.” Harry said and seemed quite embarrassed. “Too warmed up.”



Hermione was confused for a moment, but then commented knowingly, “Oh.”



Harry rolled off of her and tried to think of something to say, “It’s just kind of overwhelming. I never imagined anything would feel that good...”



Hermione smiled kindly, “I think it’s kind of cute. In fact I find it flattering.”



They were quiet for a few minutes.



“I honestly don’t know what to think. In spite of there being benefits to this, I should be furious at you for what you have done, Hermione. But then you did manage to stop Malfoy from selecting Ginny.” Harry stated.



Hermione was confused. “How did you know about that?”



“I already told you, I was in the prefect’s bath.” Harry reminded her. “Malfoy was talking about selecting Ginny for something and you were asking him not to. He said he’d think about it.”



“I had forgotten how much he wanted to get back together with her even for the short term,” Hermione stated.



“What do you mean, ‘back together’?” Harry asked. “When were they ever together? Did you ever hear of them actually being ‘an item’?”



Hermione thought, “Malfoy didn’t describe that kind of relationship and I don’t know exactly when.”



“Let me guess the type they did have. About what we have, minus the slavery spell.” Harry spit out.



Hermione added, “Minus any friendship or respect that we may or may not still have?”



Harry shook his head. “Damn, you are just pushing me over the edge tonight.” He was angry. “What’s next? Are you going to tell me that Malfoy gets to come in and take a turn?”



“No!”



“At least tell me this, Hermione. Why did you wait until this moment to break the news to me that Ginny and Malfoy had a past?” Harry looked her in the eye.



Hermione had to look away. It was too powerful.



“When you don’t look at me, you lie,” Harry stated.



“Harry, I’m not going to lie,” Hermione started, continuing to look away. “I’m ashamed. Things had been going well... considering... things. We were laughing and things were... nice. I felt so good. Then once you brought up Ginny, I felt so empty again. I was never planning on saying anything about it but I felt so jealous.”



Harry’s heart melted a bit. He adjusted her pillows to make a comfortable place to lie down and pulled her into his arms and held her and kissed her on the head. She had given him the first hug and then the first kiss ever remembered getting so many years ago now. He noticed she was crying. “What?” He asked



“I just like this part so much.” Hermione admitted through her tears.



Harry thought a bit. “I tell you what. It’s late. I’m not a prefect so I shouldn’t be roaming the halls even if I am a 7th year. Why don’t you remove that spell and we can just stay here just like this tonight as friends, OK?”



Hermione nodded. “OK. But do you mind if I put somethon? on? I’m not used to sleeping starkers.”



“As long as I can, too,” Harry said and got up and pulled on his boxers and his t-shirt.



Hermione made a quick trip to the loo and came back out wearing a matching t-shirt and shorts outfit. She was already holding her wand. She looked at Harry and said, “Finite Incantatem,” and added, “I already took care of the other spell.”



He raised his eyebrows in question.



“You know, the OTHER spell.” She climbed into bed next to him and curled up the way they had been and turned out the lights.



“Oh! Good idea.”



Harry kissed her lips as an experiment. “You know, it doesn’t feel any different.”



“What doesn’t?” she asked and cuddled close.



“Kissing you under your spell or not under your spell. Both are nice,” Harry admitted and cuddled her close.



“Hermione?”



“Hmm?”



47;Y47;You’re going to want to do it some more, aren’t you?”



“Yes, Harry.”



“Good, because I really think it will be much better next time now that I really know what to expect...the way Fred and George kept going on about it, they still didn’t do it justice.”



Hermione wasn’t sure exactly why, but this hit her as hysterically funny. Harry laughed as well.



“They sure fancied you. But they never got their Hermione sandwich.” They both giggled, but Hermione also blushed beet red.