A Typical Broomcloset Encounter, Revisited

Title: A Typical Broom Closet Encounter
Pairings: Hermione/?, mention Hr/Ron
Rating: R
Summary: A month after Hermione’s activities in the Room of Requirement, she is moody, depressed, and longing to discover the identity of her mysterious lover. Sick of just dreaming, she wanders back into the room in search of answers, but someone makes her forget all of her questions…
A/N: Gah, I hope the brief Hr/Ron doesn’t turn off all other shippers. Personally, I’m a huge fan of other pairings, but I’m trying to stick to Rowling’s book canon as much as possible. Not that Jo’d write anything like this, but… well, the main ship is Hermione and… somebody… else. You’ll have to read to find out.

Hermione was having a tough day.

The nightmare had all started when Lavender Brown, fellow Gryffindor roommate and total airhead had woken Hermione up extremely early screaming that she was in dire need for assistance. Hermione, assuming that Lavender was hurt and needed an escort to the Hogwarts hospital wing, was given a rude awakening when Lavender stated that Hermione was the only one who could perform a nice straightening charm on her hair. “It’s most important for you to do this for me so that I can keep up my rather excellent reputation,” Lavender had stated quite seriously. When she saw Hermione roll her eyes, unconvinced, Lavender hastily added, “Don’t worry. Your kindness shall not be forgotten.”

That was only the beginning.

At breakfast, Hermione, desperately needing a pick-me-up, reached for a large steaming cup of breakfast tea, only to be scared by Ron who had snuck up behind her and grabbed her shoulders screaming, “Yaach!” The result was her tipping the mug of scalding tea onto her schoolbooks and papers, completely destroying them and making the ink on her potions essay run.

Hermione tried hard the rest of the day to keep her chin up, but after losing ten points from Gryffindor for missing homework on top of double potions, she whe was in tears by noon. She skipped lunch instead heading for the Gryffindor common room, only to have Ginny catch up with her halfway there. She grabbed Hermione’s wrist and looked into her eyes, showing true concern as a friend.

“Hermione, what’s wrong? Besides the fact that today hasn’t gone very smoothly, you seem more down lately than usual. Need to talk?”

Hermione thought about this. Indeed she had been down lately. It had been nearly a month since she had ventured into a dark broom closet, hoping for nothing more than some alone time. But she hadn’t been alone; someone had been in there also, and he had made Hermione feel beautiful when no other boy noticed her. The only problem was that she didn’t have any idea who this person in question was, and she was desperate to find out. At the time, it had seemed appealing and mysterious, but now, she just wanted another go!

As much as she would have liked to share this information with Ginny, she knew that dealing with her younger friend’s reaction would be a heavy burden. Hermione assumed Ginny Weasley would gasp, ask Hermione what had come over her, and perhaps even go so extreme as to tell Harry or, even worse, Ron.

Ron. Hermione couldn’t deny that she had feelings for him, feelings deeper and more emotional than mere friendship. Hermione had waited around for Ron for years. She couldn’t exactly say why, just that it was one of those things Hermione knew should be. Although she cared deeply for Ron and knew that somewhere inside him he liked her too, sometimes he acted to immature for his own good. Hermione recalled the disaster and chaos that ensued during their fourth year at Hogwarts, involving a made over Hermione going with International Quidditch star, Viktor Krum, a seething Ron, and an embarrassing public fight between the two. Sometimes Hermione just got exasperated with her ginger haired friend, and so she longed for her mystery lover.

Remembering that Ginny was waiting expectantly in front of her, Hermione realized she would have to satisfy the girl with an answer. Sighing, Hermione replied, “No thanks, Gin. I really appreciate it but I’m just cramming for N.E.W.T.s; nothing serious is wrong. I really just need a little more sleep.”

The younger redhead looked at Hermione in a “I’m-not-quite-convinced” way and said, “Okay, ‘Mione, but if it He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named who’s causing all of this worry, we all are scared. You just have to accept the fact that it’s out of our hands and it doesn’t do any good to kill ourselves with grief.”

Hermione nodded mutely. Her insides were squirming with guilt. Instead of worrying about Harry and Voldemort’s return, she was lingering on something she knew she should be ashamed for engaging in. Still, as hard as she tried to think of her broom closet encounter as a fling or a simple, single fuck, she found herself waking up wet in the middle of the night, dreaming about the mysterious figure.


Hermione wound up skipping charms and arithmancy that day, instead staying in the girl’s dormitory, feeling depressed and needy. She knew in her heart of hearts that something must be done about the situation or else her state would only get worse. Finally, after several hours of denial, she resolved to sneak out that night (under Harry’s invisibility cloak of course) and return to the Room of Requirement. She knew it was very unlike herself and extremely careless, but Hermione had to give in. She doubted that person would even be in the broom closet again, but at least she would be able to jam that bit of information into her skull.

Hermione waited in her bed, pretending to be asleep, while the other four girls in her dorm came in from classes, went to dinner, then came back in to got to bed. She sat for a while longer, hopefully until Harry had fallen asleep, then she quietly parted the hangings around her four poster bed and tiptoed down the staircase into the Gryffindor common room.

The room was absolutely deserted. The glowing embers of the fire still burned as Hermione made her way around the squishy red arm chairs and up the spiral staircase that led to Harry’s dormitory. Hermione held her breath and hoped that either nobody would hear her retrieve Harry’s cloak or that everyone in his dorm was asleep.

When Hermione opened the heavy oak door that led to her friend’s room, she heard sounds of muffled snoring. Letting out a silent sigh of relief, Hermione began to make her way over to Harry’s trunk. Her dark haired mate seemed to be asleep, so she quickly and quietly opened his case, grabbed his cloak, and after slipping it on, made her way out of the dorm. The door closed behind her and Hermione set forward towards the Room of Requirement, in a very determined state of mind.

She hadn’t even noticed that her friend’s eyes had been falsely shut. Harry Potter had seen Hermione take his cloak.


The halls of Hogwarts were eerily dark at night. All of the castle’s warmth and welcome faded as shadow danced across the hallways and moonlight streamed through the castle’s windows, casting odd shapes on its stone walls. Hermione was too intelligent to light her wand, but she was having a very difficult time making her way through the corridors without knocking over suits of armor or statues. She tried hard to make out the castle’s passageways, but, Hogwarts being ever-moving, it was very complicated for her during the day to get from place to place, much less in the dark of night. She traveled past creepytraitraits and bypassed several ghosts, but tried to tell herself that nobody could see her so she was safe, but Hermione was nonetheless terrified.

After making her way up a corridor particularly close to her destination, Hermione realized that a faint light was glowing in the distance. Actually, she made note of, it wasn’t only glowing, it was growing! It took Hermione several suspense filled minutes to realize that the light wasn’t just a light, it was someone with a lit wand traveling straight at her.

Professor Snape!

Hermione gasped in terror as she realized who the figure was. After glancing left and right for a place to hide, she realized there was no nearby hall to take. She stationed herself hastily next to a particularly rusty suit of armor and tried to make her breathing as quiet as possible. This was difficult, as her heart was beating very fast and she was gasping for breath.

When Professor Snape reached the area she was in he stopped in his tracks. Hermione was horrified when he pointed his wand right in the direction of where she stood, too terrified to move.

Was her heart beating that loud?

He, as though he could read minds, stepped slowly closer to the point where Hermione was standing. She quickly stepped over to the right, but soon realized what a mistake that was. Hermione sent the suit of armor clanging to the ground. Snape immediately stood erect and barked furiously, “Potter?! Show yourself at once or I shall go straight to the headmaster!”

Knowing Snape was all talk, especially since Dumbeldore adored Harry, Hermione nervously slid around her potions professor and continued very quietly down the hall. She met nobody else along the way, and with great relief, finally reached the corridor of the Room of Requirement.

After pacing back and forth along the hallway about five times, Hermione took notice of a familiar dingy door. She took a few steadying breaths then stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Knowing it would be of no use to even attempt to light her wand, Hermione called out cautiously, “Hallo… er… is anybody in here?”

No answer.

“Umm, is anybody in here?”

Silence.

“Anybody at all?”

Quiet.

“Is any body in this damn closet!?”

After finally realizing she was alone in the closet, Hermione leaned against the wall. She felt a wave of powerful emotion spread over her entire body, numbing her. Although she was relieved that perhaps she wouldn’t have to worry about encountering her mystery lover again, she felt enormously sad that she was, once again, forgotten. Whoever it was had given her a great time and made her, for one of the few times in her life, feel special and needed. Hermione wondered in spite of herself if her closet partner had thought of her as a quick shag. “Of course they did, “ she told herself sadly, “you’re just an old fashioned dreaming romantic.”

Just as she was about to attempt to open the door and return to reality, Hermione saw a quiet click, saw a brief light, then it was dark again with a second click.

Someone had entered!

“Hello?” said Hermione, hope and anxiety flooding through her at once.

The familiar mystery voice confirmed Hermione’s thoughts to be true, “Oh! Is it you?” the man questioned excitedly.

“You mean… the one who… uh… with you?” said Hermione, beginning to feel embarrassed.

“Yes,” he said huskily. “I’ve been coming here for a month, waiting for you. I can’t get you out of my head; I have to know who you are!”

Hermione almost died with pleasure. Maybe it was true! Perhaps someone could have feelings for someone, only to have those feelings returned. And he liked her! Hermione was so ecstatic that she sprinted forward wrapped her arms around her lover’s neck, and began to kiss him happily. Hermione had obviously caught him off guard, because man “X” stood rooted to the spot. This only lasted for a few seconds, because the next thing Hermione knew, he was plunging his hot tounge into her mouth.

Hermione completely forgot the reason she was there when he slipped his fingers under her Gryffindor vest and began tracing haunting paths up her flat stomach. She shivered with delight when his warm hands cupped her breasts beg began thumbing her hard nipples through her bra. Hermione groaned and leaned closer to him, only to feel a certain hardness through his slacks.

A though came into Hermione’s head like a light bulb flicking on in her brain. It was a dangerous idea, and very un-Hermioneish, she reasoned. Yet another factor was that she was very unskilled. Although all of these factors were true, Hermione was someone who put her mind to things and caught on quickly…

A mischievous smile spread across her face as she broke her mouth away from her partner. Her hands ran down his broad chest until she reached her destination: his zipper! Hermione obviously caught Mr. Mystery off guard because he immediately stiffened and gasped. Completely sure of herself, Hermione unzipped, unbuttoned, and knelt before him.

Believing it would be wise to warn him, Hermione took a deep breath and panted out, “Hold onto something…” before opening her mouth and taking in his entire erection.

It was a miracle that she didn’t choke to death on its length, but the sex gods above were apparently on Hermione’s side. She was quite unsure of what to do at first, but then Hermione settled on an idea that seemed the most sensible. Hermione began to move her tongue up and down the bottom side of his lengthy shaft, but felt very awkward with her hands on the closet floor. She quickly transferred them to a more “practical” place (ahem, ahem) and began to massage X-man’s balls. All of this was obviously wayyyyy too much for him, as he was grunting out words that were impossible to make out.

Hermione continued moving her tongue around his engorged cock, picking up the new technique of flicking the tip with her tongue. Her secret lover was clawing at the walls for support and moaning in pleasure all the while. Just when Hermione felt bits of salty pre-cum drip into her busy mouth, she felt his strong arms grasp her shoulders and lift her to her feet. Obviously anxious for something else, unknown man began attempting to undo her skirts with shaking hands and kissing her very violently on her swollen lips.

But Hermione wasn’t paying attention; she had just heard a loud click and knew the closet door had been opened…

“Hermione, are you in here? It’s me, Harry!”

Hermione felt all of the blood in her body drain out of her face. Harry? How did he not get caught coming to the Room of Requirement? And most importantly, how did he realize she was in there? Hermione realized how stupid she had been all at once. Of course Harry or Ron would find out! They were her best friends and she was certain they could sense how she was feeling. She realized that her foolishness had caused Harry to make his way down here, risking expulsion. Hermione hastily pulled away from the man in the room with her and began to feel blindly around the floor for the cloak. When she grabbed it, she rammed it over her head.

Harry couldn’t find out.

“Wait!” cried her mystery lover, but Hermione wasn’t going to answer him. Whoever he was sounded suddenly horrified and she could sense that they had a few questions for her. It didn’t matter, Hermione just had to get her wand and get out of there before Harry found her.

Maybe Hermione didn’t know who her fellow broom closet-er was, but he sure as hell had realized who she was.


A/N: Heh heh, review! =) Seriously.