Harry Potter and the Secret Nurse

Chapter Twenty-Nine
Stuck

An uneasy sleep followed Harry’s disturbing revelation of events that happened nearly four years earlier. The potion given by Madame Pomfrey was supposed to ensure that Harry would never remember the incident that led to Hermione returning to normal. It was all arranged so Hermione could avoid the uncomfortable dealings of being so intimate with Harry at such a young age. Madame Pomfrey was a flawless healer of legendary skill. Her spells did not just suddenly go wrong. Hermione’s brain wracked with speculation of something interfering with it.
The mind of Harry was equally disturbed. Every time he tried to sleep, especially when he was in London, away from his Hogwarts talisman his mind struggled with a flurry of thoughts and nonsense. It often made it hard for him to sleep. His subconscious played with him out of context, and whenever he became aware of it, he spent his dreams trying to find his way back home again, constantly. There endless dreams of trying to make his way through completely unfamiliar places, and whenever he got his bearings in any place remotely familiar he would always awaken before having the satisfaction of making his way all the way home, either in London, Hogwarts, or even Privet Drive.
His subconscious mind seemed to have a hard time catching up with his reality. Only in recent years did he stop having dreams about sleeping under the stairs in the Dursley’s home. Changing his reality seemed to shift his mind, and it was always dropping him in someone else’s home. It was a place he had come to see so often, it was like he lived there. He knew the place and it was always full of kids he knew.
There was always something he had to do. Someone gave him an assignment; it had to be handed in soon. He didn’t know how to do it; he needed something so work from. Certainly someone on the Internet must have done something like it before. He sat at a computer next to a bunk bed in a bedroom full of clothes strewn everywhere, including the top of the monitor. He sat in front of it and typed into the browser’s search engine;

“Harry Potter, book 6, fan fiction.”

There were nearly 90,000 replies. He clicked on one website that subcategorized several directories and he read them out loud.

“Harry and Hermione... 238 listings, Harry and Cho... 137 listings, Harry and... DRACO? 1893 listings? HARRY AND SNAPE?!? 27,842 LISTINGS? WHAT THE FU-?”

Overcome by an enormous sense of morbid curiosity, he clicked on the first one he saw titled “Snape’s Class of Special Potions”. He read it out loud to himself;

“Harry Potter was late for potions class. He did not want to be late because Professor Snape was very mean, and often got very angry and would deduct house points for being late. Harry made it to the class in just a nick of time.

“Good morning professor Snape,” said Harry.

“Good morning Harry Potter,” said Professor Snape, “I’m afraid today I’m going to have to fuck you up the ass.”

Poor little Harry looked around for a moment, then he asked, “Shouldn’t you dismiss the class first?”

“Don’t tell me how to do my job!” Professor Snape snarled, “Five points from Gryffindor! Front and centre, Potter, and you better be out of those robes by the count of three or I’ll-“

-Harry stopped reading the story. He just slumped back in his chair and slapped his head.

“Gee, can’t tell where that one’s going. Lord, strewth, what fucking rubbish!”

After waking up from that bizarre dream, Harry shared it with Hermione, only able to recall broken parts of it. Hermione was getting into her dressing gown and explained;

“You couldn’t have had a dream about surfing the net, Harry. It’s impossible to read anything in dreams. It involves the wrong side of the brain.”

“I’m only telling you what I remember,” said Harry.

Harry could swear he owned a black pair of jeans, and kept looking around for them when he got dressed but he couldn’t find them.

“There was this assignment I had to hand in and I couldn’t do it,” said Harry.

“Oh I hate dreams like that!” said Hermione, “I get that all the time! You show up for class, and there’s McGonagall or Snape asking where’s your paper? And I’m always naked! Were you naked?”

“Yeah, I’ve had that dream,” said Harry, “But this was weird. I was home, but, I wasn’t home at all. It was like I knew this place, but it doesn’t exist.”

Hermione thought for a moment, and said, “I read a book once that was based on the author’s dreams. Her subconscious mind created a fictional world, and she kept going back and living every day in those dreams. Each night the dream would pick up where it left off. It was like she lived in two different worlds. She had a husband, and children and raised them in the dream. She knew their names, she drew their faces, she made maps of the town she lived in. It went on for decades. If you had something like that, you would be pretty lucky.”

Harry thought about it for a moment, the house he was in he might remember. Bedroom was on the second floor, the staircase. But there was nothing outside the home he could think of. It was just that place. Then he decided to drop the whole thing, he had plenty to worry about in the real world instead of spending so much time thinking about an imaginary one.
The end of summer was just a few days away in the later part of September. Hermione was trying to get in the last bit of sun she was likely to see until spring, sitting on the hillside facing the lake. This had become one of her very favourite spots, as the slope of the hill seemed to have a perfect angle to sit down on with her knees up to use as a writing desk. A voice came from behind her.

“Can’t you just put the quill down and enjoy the view?” asked Harry.

Harry was walking better than ever now, his first Quiddich match was coming and he was becoming self-conscious of the condition of his ankles. He roughly hobbled down the hill to sit next to Hermione looking visibly tired. Raising her head, Hermione took a deep breath and let out a sigh, then stuffed her work away in her carry bag.

Harry leaned back on the grass and asked, “You’re looking a little rigid, what’s up?”

Hermione looked around at the other students nearby, also enjoying the view and said, “Never mind right now.”

Extending his hand he took Hermione’s hand. She shifted around to lay back on the grass next to Harry, holding hands. Together they watched heavy clouds roll by in the sky.

“Hermione?”

“Yes?”

“At times like this, aren’t you grateful we aren’t the types who engage in flowery muddle-brained poetry, confessing our love for each other?”

Hermione put her hands to her head and laughed hard.

“You and poetry!” she guffawed, “Oh God! Anything I’d write would be a disaster too!”

“Ron and Luna are into it.”

“Get out!” said Hermione who rolled over to her side to face Harry, “I HAVE to see it.”

“Well, whadaya know?” said Harry, “I saw a copy on Ron’s writing desk just this morning.”

Harry pulled out a scroll and unrolled it onto the grass.

“You didn’t-?”

“Relax, I scanned it,” said Harry, “He doesn’t know.”

Harry straightened out the scroll and read;

“My love is like a big dumb clod.”

“Great start!” said Hermione.

That bangs into walls like a drunken petard
I’m lost inside you as my fancy will plod
Through witless devotion, like Islamic jihad

(At this point, Hermione was laughing so hard she was rolling on the grass and Harry had to raise his voice for her to hear him.)

Last year I scoffed as I thought you were odd
But you totally owned me, when I first blew my wad
On your face and your tits, with my big spanking rod

You took me inside you, my first taste of flesh
And shown me the pleasures of tickle and thresh

And just as I thought it couldn’t get any better
You cried “Delectatio!” and made the bed wetter

“BED WETTER?” Hermione shouted.

Harry dropped the paper and held Hermione as they both laughed until their sides hurt. Hermione picked up the paper and laughed at how the verses were played out, saying it was a grammatical disaster skipping from a seven-line pattern to a pair of two line patterns. Harry didn’t understand that, but Hermione seemed to get a kick out of it. From his point of view “bed wetter” was the clincher that made it so funny.

“Maybe we should make our own?” asked Harry who started making grand theatrical gestures, “My love... is like a big stupid oaf.”

“Like Hagrid’s young brother,” Hermione interjected.

“Who... likes to eat meatloaf,” said Harry, grasping for muse.

“Meatloaf?”

“Well, what the heck rhymes with oaf?” asked Harry.

“I think we should quit, now!” said Hermione.

Professor Bardwell was standing on the hill, watching Harry and Hermione hold each other and roll in the grass as they laughed. She really did not want to interrupt their moment of happiness and waited until Hermione noticed her. Subtly she waved Hermione over to have a delicate talk. They walked around the hill for a while as Harry sat and tried to study Hermione’s face from a distance. When they were through she didn’t look too upset.

“Bardwell says it’s okay to take a stroll down to Hogsmead and call my parents. Want to come?”

“It’s a long walk just to use a phone,” said Harry, “Should I call the chair over and drive us down?”

“No, I need a walk, you up to it?” asked Hermione.

“As long as we take that path that doesn’t go up the hill by the Shrieking Shack,” said Harry, “I’m okay, just so we stay on level ground.”

On the way, Harry took his wand and transformed it into a sturdy walking stick as they took a gravel path through light pleasant woods.

“So what was that about?” asked Harry.

“Bardwell was saying they’re not having as much luck as they would have hoped in catching whoever took those pictures of me,” Hermione explained, “It may take a little longer than expected. Whoever did it covered their tracks rather expertly. She says they have to wait for some kind of break.”

“Like what?”

“Well, from what I’ve read about crime, it’s pretty hard for people to keep mum about this sort of thing,” said Hermione, “Somebody has to brag about it in the wrong ear and they’re caught. It’s particularly hard for teenagers to keep shut because they try so hard to impress their peers, which was they only reason why they did this in the first place.”

“You know what, they should take the Slytherins off of curfew,” said Harry.

“What?”

“Let them go to Hogsmead again,” said Harry, “Butterbeers and bragging can loosen a few tongues.”

“That’s a little sinister, Harry,” said Hermione, “But I think you’re right.”

Harry tried to buck up Hermione and said, “C’mon, let’s pick up some candies at Honeydukes when you’re done.”

The Grangers were taking legal action against the newspaper. Hermione was worried about her parents, spending money on something like that, but her mother explained that someone who insisted on remaining anonymous was secretly sponsoring them. Not even Hermione could be told who it was, but she figured it was either a rival newspaper or wizard sympathisers, maybe even the ministry itself. With the press this was bound to create, Hermione was reluctant to go back to London that weekend. Harry made Hermione promise to leave the TV off.
In the kitchen Hermione said she was fixing up something to eat, and noticed the Order was about in the house again. Harry wanted to go upstairs and have a soak in the bath and as soon as he was out of sight, Hermione turned on the little colour TV in the kitchen. There was a pointless international weather forecast that was like sitting through one of Trelawney’s classes.

“-bit of rain in Canada, today.”

Really? Thought Hermione, that’s about nine million square kilometres. Care to be more specific or should Canadians build a bloody ark? Finally the newscast moved on to what she wanted to see, and what she didn’t want to see at all. Several editors were attacking Ward’s newspaper for Hermione’s photo. Ward had chosen to turn up the heat and announced she was send a team of investigators up north to a place called Dovetown, with helicopters and Range Rovers looking for this secret school. When she was asked what made her think she could find the school, she said she had a name.

“Hogwarts.”

Hermione immediately started calling out to the hallway, “MR. WEASLEY! MR. SHACKLEBOLT! IS ANYBODY HERE?”

She had to find somebody right away, so she grabbed a handful of floo powder and called out, “Gryffindor Tower!”

#SHOOM#

She almost crashed into the couch facing the fireplace in the common room. Ginny had to lift her feet up as she sat on the couch to keep Hermione from scuffing her shoes. Without even shaking off the dust, Hermione jumped to her feet.

“Oh Ginny! Is McGonagall around?” asked Hermione.

Ginny dropped the book she was reading and thought for a second, “She’s got to be in her room at this our.”

“Right,” said Hermione as she took off, “Ginny, do me a favour, floo over to the House of Black and find Harry. Tell him I’ve gone to find McGonagall or Dumbledore or anyone. This might take all night.”

“What is it?” asked Ginny.

Hermione didn’t answer and just took off. Much later, back at the house Harry was in the bath feeling a bit prunish.

“Where the hell has that girl gone off to?” he said out loud to himself.

He was just climbing out when he heard the door open, and settled back in the water. The steam hid the face of whoever it was and Harry called out a few times, worried Ron or Luna might have wandered in. He had to put his glasses on to see who it was.

“Hermione, where have you been?” asked Harry.

Hermione stepped forward in the water, put her hands to her lips to shush Harry, then grabbed his head to kiss him. Her breath had a strong scent like she had been taking several mints. Assertively she pushed Harry against the wall of the bath and felt up his body with her hands as though she were savouring him. Whenever he opened his mouth she kissed him to shut him up. After a while he had to wonder what had gotten into her, it was like making out with her when they first fell in love over the summer. Maybe she just wanted to get her mind off things.
It was good to see Hermione so happy again, not to mention the good sex, but Hermione seemed to be overdoing it a little. She choked badly when she tried to deep throat him and for a moment almost looked like she was going to throw up.

“You okay, there?” asked Harry.

Hermione wiped her mouth and just raised her finger, meaning she just needed a moment. Wiping her mouth off on the edge of the sheets she noticed Harry’s bracelet on the nightstand next to the bed. She took Harry’s hand and put it on him. A suppressed squeal of delight came from Hermione after she transformed Harry into his cat costume and started sucking his dick again. Then quickly she sat up to take Harry inside her. She seemed to have a little trouble positioning herself as she sat too far back, like the first time she took him in her. She shuffled up a little and then gobbled him inside like a glutton. Harry didn’t feel like he was part of this lovemaking, she was riding him, using him. Harry was just a fuck-toy.

“You want to try that thing you were going on about earlier?” asked Harry.

Hermione just gave him that cat-like head-tilted look as though she didn’t know what he was talking about.

Harry patted her thighs and said, “Get up, I want to do you from behind.”

Hermione was looking a little coy and apprehensive but she complied. Harry took his wand and regarded Hermione’s behind. He was going to try sodomizing Hermione but she was eagerly spreading her lips as though that’s not what she wanted right now. Harry fucked her for a good long time as yelps and yowls came from Hermione. Then he stopped for a moment.

“I found a spell in the Connubium Charms that can help, you want to try it?” asked Harry.

Hermione just shrugged like she meant, “Go ahead.” That was oddly indifferent. Harry found a lubrication spell that was supposed to help with rough entries. He spelled it up Hermione’s ass as she just screamed with delight and seemed disappointed when he stopped.

“C’mon Hermione, that’s nothing compared to having Delectatio up there,” said Harry, “You ready?”

Hermione looked back at Harry like she didn’t know what he was talking about, but shook her head yes. Harry positioned his cock at the tip of Hermione’s rectum. It was definitely very slippery but awfully tight going in. Hermione sounded like she was in pain.

“Look, we’ll just do this a bit at a time, alright?” said Harry, “Okay relax... relax... relax... and push!”

And Hermione groaned heavily as Harry pushed into her as hard as he could.

“Okay, now relax... relax... relax... and push!”

And in again he pushed deeper into Hermione, she began to shudder.

“Alright, I’m almost all the way in now,” said Harry, “Relax... relax... relax... and PUSH!”

Harry was almost all the way inside Hermione as far as he could go. It was so tight it almost hurt him. Hermione was breathing hard with her back arching up and down and she was drooling on her pillow.

“Okay, let’s stop and relax for a bit until you get used to it,” said Harry, “Are you-“

“HARRY POTTER! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?”

That voice should not be coming from the other side of the room, thought Harry. He looked, shocked like the first time he saw the effects of a time turner, he saw Hermione Granger standing over by the entrance to the bedroom, fully clothed. With his mind trying to grasp the moment all he could think of saying was;

“If you’re over there I think the real question is who the fuck am I doing?”

The Hermione Harry was in tried to pull away, but his cock was wedged tight inside her and she just wound up pulling him forward. The fully clothed Hermione standing by the door whipped out her wand and magicked some manacles Harry was intending to have fun with later. They trapped the naked Hermione on the bed and shackled her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bedposts, only leaving enough slack to leave her up on all fours.

“What’s going on?” demanded Harry, “Which one of you is the real Hermione?”

The clothed Hermione approached the bed and held up a liquor bottle. She popped the top with a flick of her thumb and waved it under Harry’s nose.

“Recognize it?” asked the clothed Hermione.

The unmistakable grotesque scent of the polyjuice potion came from the bottle. Harry figured it out.

“But how do I know who’s the real one?”

The clothed Hermione capped the bottle and slowly approached the head of the bed. She calmly put the potion on the nightstand and then looked her naked self in the eye.

“Hermione Granger went to Hogsmead earlier today,” she said, “Harry went with her, you wouldn’t happen to know why she went?”

Harry looked down at the naked Hermione he was inside of and felt horrible butterflies as she struggled for an answer, as though giving up.

“Beans?”

“FUCK!” Harry cried out.

Harry was about to pull out when the clothed Hermione stopped him.

“If somebody wants to know what it’s like the be Hermione Granger, I say they find out. See if going feral is a party for them.”

“But Hermione, it could be anyone!” said Harry, “I mean, what if it’s a fuckin’ GUY?”

“Well it’s a guy, good thing you’re up their ass, then,” said Hermione, who then ordered, “Now fuck’em hard!”

It was a mad plan, but Harry got fucking, and kept going until familiar sounds of growling and hissing came from the Hermione under him. The cast iron shackles strained the bed as though they would snap the posts. The nude Hermione looked like she would panic as she noticed claws appear from her hands.

She looked to the clothed Hermione and cried, “What are you?”

And Harry pushed her down with his weight and fucked her up the ass like a reverse missionary position. Her ass was taking it well now she had completely turned feral and was not crying in pain. Harry kept it up until the clothed Hermione’s watch beeped.

“That should about do it,” she said as she checked her watch.

Harry looked down as though he was getting ready to jump off the bed like a grenade was about to go off underneath him. As the fur began to disappear something odd was happening. Her rectum clenched so hard around Harry’s cock it hurt and he couldn’t pull out. He began to call out in pain as he saw milky white skin with freckles and flat red hair. Her frame was so small Harry began to crush her.

“Ginny!” Hermione cried out who then magicked away the shackles, “Harry, get out of her!”

“I can’t! I’m stuck!” Harry called out.

Ginny couldn’t even speak she was in so much pain, Harry put his weight to the side of her. He begun to struggle out of Ginny but she shrieked in pain.

“Harry! Stop!” said Hermione, “You’ll tear her rectum, she can bleed to death!”

Harry caught his breath and asked, “What do we do?”

Hermione got behind Harry and called out “Delectatio!”

“There’s no time for that!” said Harry.

“Harry, Delectatio has to come out of you and into her,” said Hermione, “It loosens up your insides, remember? You have to ejaculate Delectatio into Ginny.”

Harry looked around, as though trying to grasp what was happening to him.

“God, if Ron ever finds out-“

“Never mind that,” said Hermione, “Brace yourself, Harry.”

Hermione inserted her wand into Harry’s rectum and spelled Delectatio up his ass. It was a bit overwhelming as Hermione worked as hard as she could to make the spell as powerful as possible. Harry collapsed on his side, not able to hold back his ejaculate. He knew that fucking Ginny caused her pain but his hips just didn’t care, he thrusted into Ginny and came hard. Her screams of pain were quickly replaced by cries of relief, and then of pleasure. Soon enough she was reaching behind to grab Harry and force him into her. Hermione withdrew her wand from Harry’s rectum.

“I think that’s enough of that,” said Hermione.

With ease Harry withdrew from Ginny, and had to confront the guilt of what he just did. He lay there on the bed in his silly cat costume, not knowing what to think or do.

“You better run to the bathroom, Ginny,” said Hermione.

A gurgling sound came from Ginny’s abdomen. She cursed, got up and ran naked to the bathroom. With the door slightly ajar they could hear the screams of her torment coming from the toilet.

“There’s a hose on the wall to your upper left!” Hermione called out.

Hermione tapped Harry’s bracelet, turning him back to his regular naked self and he looked at Hermione.

“God, what do we do?” he asked, trying to grasp the moment.

“Wait until she’s done,” said Hermione.

Not even knowing what to think, Harry just scooted under the covers and sat with his knees up on the bed. Slowly Ginny came through the bathroom door, still completely naked. She kept her head down in shame and held her arms across her chest and occasionally wiped tears off her face.

\"I\'m sorry,\" said Ginny, \"I\'m so sorry, I just.. I wanted to know what it was like and- you two make love so often I thought you wouldn\'t notice.\"

\"You actually thought Harry wouldn\'t know it wasn\'t me?\" asked Hermione.

Harry interjected and said, \"Well... actually I... I mean it some things did seem kind of odd in hindsight but-\"

\"You mean you really had no idea?\" Hermione asked incredulously.

\"It\'s the polyjuice potion, she looked EXACTLY like you!\" Harry defended.

\"What about the voice, the way she behaved? You MUST have noticed something.\"

\"Okay, her mannerisms may have been a little off,\" said Harry, \"But she hardly said a word.\"

\"She sacked you without saying a word?\" asked Hermione, \"Well I guess in your eyes that makes her the perfect version of me-\"

\"Hey!\"

\"Hermione! Don\'t blame him,\" said Ginny, \"It\'s my fault, I deceived him. I did it - \"

Ginny started to weep a little and step forward. Hermione was wondering if this girl was ever going to be conscious of the fact she was standing in front of them completely naked. She guessed after what they went through, what was the point in covering now? Ginny confessed her shame and said she had a crush on Harry for some time. Harry did know about this, but was told Ginny was over it and was dating someone. That was true, to an extent, but Ginny explained that relationship was a very briefly lived failure and reminded Harry of his botched romance with Cho. For the longest time she had experienced sexual frustration and only after her fight at the ministry did she figure out it had to do with unresolved feelings she had for Harry.

\"You suffered so much last year,\" said Ginny, \"I saw, I understood it better than anyone did, because I had actually been possessed by Lord Voldemort. It was different, but I had that filth in my mind and knew what it was liked to be violated. Raped. When I saw that no one was paying any serious attention to you and what you were going through, I made my own plans to rescue you from the Dursleys last summer.\"

\"You did?\"

\"Why not? Practically everyone else already had,\" said Ginny, \"But then mother had to have that STUPID TRIP TO GLASGOW. I fucking hate that city! Why waste time farting around with a bunch of addle-brained old bastards who don\'t even recognize us half the time? Jesus Christ, if the whole British Aisles were a giant ass, Glasgow would be shitter!\"

Ginny fell to her knees at the foot of the bed and held onto the bed sheets.

\"I fantasized about holding Harry for the longest time,\" said Ginny, \"He just seemed like the type who needed it, you know? First I thought here was this super cute boy who needed to be rescued from awful muggles, and then when his head got raped by Voldemort.\"

Hermione sat on the bed and asked, \"That wasn\'t all, was it?\"

Ginny looked she couldn\'t bring herself to answer.

\"The polyjuice potion,\" said Hermione, \"It allows you to have sexual intercourse without sacrificing your virginity.\"

Ginny shook her head no, that wasn\'t it at all.

\"Look at you, Hermione! You\'re... you\'re so-\"

Ginny cupped her breasts like she was madly struggling for expression.

\"My own mother has tits like a camel,\" Ginny exasperated in frustration, \"Look at me! I might as well be a boy with a body like this. My mother always complains she\'s had to wear a bra since she was in first year. I didn\'t inherit a thing from her. You\'re beautiful, Hermione! You have real hips and everything. I... I wanted to know what it was like to have a womanly body like yours. And I liked it, it was right, it wasn\'t like this skinny twelve year old boy\'s body.\"

\"Ginny... a lot of women would be glad to be built like you,\" said Hermione, \"They would think your kind of build is gorgeous.\"

\"Yeah, muddle brained idiot muggles who love super models,\" said Ginny, \"Is this what wizards want? Really? Harry, you tell me, if you had a choice between Hermione and Kate Moss, who would you pick?\"

Harry didn\'t even have to think and said, \"Hermione\" right away, shaking his head.

\"See?\" asked Ginny, \"You don\'t hear it too much around school, Hermione, but there are girls at Hogwarts who hate you after that photo appeared in the Sun. They\'re all jealous! Even Susan Bones blurted out about it! And she hardly ever swears, ever. I was jealous too, both of your body, and of the fact you have Harry. I just wanted a taste of it, that\'s all. It’s not that easy trying to getting you’re own boyfriend when you’re the appointed grand high pee pee whacker!\"

\"Yes, but being me wasn\'t all you thought it would be, was it?\" asked Hermione.

\"Oh God, Hermione, I\'m so sorry,\" said Ginny, \"I didn\'t know you were a werewolf! Did Lupin bite you in third year? I swear I won\'t tell anyone.\"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then Hermione had to explain she wasn\'t a werewolf. She turned herself completely feral in front of Ginny and said;

\"I\'m an anthrocat. I can change back and forth at will.\"

Ginny\'s eyes lit up and said, \"THAT\'S COOL! That\'s the most wicked thing I\'ve ever seen! How did you manage it?\"

\"It\'s a mistake from the polyjuice potion,\" said Hermione, \"Harry, your brother and I tried to disguise ourselves as Slytherins-\"

\"I remember,\" Ginny interrupted, \"My first year when.. you disappeared for weeks in the nurses ward. Ron told me about it, your tail and everything. You took a cat\'s hair by mistake, the cat that belongs to Millicent.\"

\"Well I guess there\'s no secrets in the Weasley house,\" said Harry.

\"Too right there isn\'t,\" said Ginny, \"I don\'t favour my chances keeping this fiasco from me mum. She\'ll kill me, oh God, Harry, Hermione I\'m so sorry.\"

Ginny started to weep into the bed sheets and Hermione looked to Harry and said, \"I think she\'s suffered enough.\"

Hermione climbed to the foot of the bed and held Ginny\'s head, comforting her and telling her she was forgiven, then she whispered something to her.

\"You were right about Harry.\"

She took Ginny\'s arms and pulled her up the bed, insisting she hold Harry from behind. Harry didn\'t know how to react to this, he thought Hermione had gone mad or something. Being held by two naked witches gave him very little reason to complain. There was something odd about the feeling of having Ginny hold him from behind. He felt like he was being crushed and that feeling was rendering him helpless, like when he had when he was being bitten by Hermione.