What he doesn\'t know won\'t hurt us

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What he doesn\'t know won\'t hurt us
by Excel


It had started simple enough. Ron was busy a work. Again. Meanwhile Ginny was off at the Burrows helping around the house as Mrs. Weasley decided to try for an even dozen with her just giving birth to her eighth child. Visiting often, everyone was more than glad to help out the Weasley clan when they could, especially Ginny. Her new baby sister was a matter of pride to her, seeing she had helped deliver the bundle of joy thanks to her medi-witch training.

Harry missed his girl and Hermione missed her special guy. But they had one another. They were alone a lot lately, but being best friends they passed the time.

Hermione suffered through Quidditch games while Harry visited the library more times in a month than he had in his entire lifetime.

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\"Okay, I\'ve got the popcorn and pop. You put in that video tape.\" Hermione said, coming from the tiny kitchen area that was Harry\'s apartment. In fact the entire place was a just a two bedroom flat with a tiny living room, kitchenette and hall bathroom. You\'d think the Bachelor\'s pad of The Boy Who Lived with be more decadent.

Setting down the drinks and bowl of popcorn on a table, she nudged Harry over on the gray couch to make room for her while he hit play on the VCR. Unlike herself, Harry couldn\'t live without his tv. Maybe it was from all those years never being allowed any entertainments at the Dursley\'s.

So what do friends do when there bored with nothing to do?

Stay up late, eat junk foods, talk and watch muggle television. After five made for tv movies, one horror flick and one horrible movie called \'Gigli\', the pair headed for bed.

Bidding his friend good night he slipped into his room and casually flopped down on the bed. He wasn\'t tired, but knew he had to get up early in the morning. He heard the shower being turned on and tried not to picture Hermione naked and wet underneath it. Although she had slept over many times, it was always the four of them together. Or Ron, she and him. Never the two of them alone. It was kind of unnerving.

A loud shriek rang out and the sound of running water ended.

\"Crap. I forgot to warn her the pipes were screwed up again.\" Harry cringed. He knew what a excruciating shock to the system it was when the waters temperature switched on you abruptly.

Opening his door, he was stunned to see a dripping wet, red faced and angry looking Hermione standing in the hallway in a skimpy white towel that barely reached mid thigh.

*Holy Crap!* Harry thought as he stared at her tempting body.

\"Something you forget to tell me, Harry?\" she asked, lifting her brow at him.

Sheepishly, he nodded. \"Sorry. The waters unpredictable.\"

She snorted, pushing a wet strand from her cheek. Quickly the atmosphere changed as the two stood in the hall saying nothing, just staring.

Unconsciously his eyes roamed over her figure and he felt a tightening when she flushed at his appraisal. She licked her lips self consciously, her breath hitching as his green eyes darkened in color. She felt her nipples tighten in response.

Walking slowly toward him, she moved to meet him halfway. He couldn\'t take his eyes off her and gently reached out to caress her face. She leaned her head into his hand before pushing it gently away. Stepping close, she put her arms around his shoulders. Her towel was pressed tightly between them.

*Could he be contemplating what he was contemplating?* Harry asked himself. Looking at her tight, petite body, the answer was yes.

\"What are you doing, Harry? What are we doing?\" Hermione asked. She caressed his soft hair at the nape and smiled when his breathing pattern changed.

\"I\'d be a great liar if I said I wasn\'t attracted to you, Mione. I always have been and seeing you like this just makes me want you more.\" Harry said.

\"Yeah, I know. I can feel how attracted to me you are.\" she said, playfully pulling a bit of his hair. Reaching a hand down between them, she stroked his hard, pulsing arousal before grasping it firmly through his pants.

Moaning, he had the grace to blush before he bent down to take her lips. He kissed her soft lips while he let his hands rove over her back, before one slid around front. He gently touched her breast, squeezing delicately and was rewarded when she moaned into his mouth. He nuzzled her cheek and neck, his breath was warm and sweet. Rubbing her hands over his neck and shoulders, she sighed when he bit her lips softly. Pushing the towel away, it fell to her feet and Hermione stood unashamed or embarrassed in front of him.

Harry stared down at her. Did she realize she was driving him insane? Seeing the coy smile on her face, he knew she did. Ron was a lucky bastard!

The sight of her pale breasts and dark pink nipples stirred him like no other. He growled and reached for her again. His arms slid over her hips and in a swift graceful movement he lifted her up into his arms.

Hermione wound her arms around his neck as she nipped at his ear lobe. Strolling back inside his room, he practically threw her on top of her bed as he eased on top of her. They shared passionate kiss after kiss, each fighting for control. He stepped back pulling off his pale blue jumper, and unfastened his jeans. Saying nothing, she watched him undress, laying down with her legs slightly apart. Hearing him suck in his breathe made her feel uninhibited and sexy. She was turned on even more by the sight of his sculpted body. He was even more beautiful unclothed. The dark raven hair that was sprinkled over his chest narrowed to a straight line down his flat belly, then brushed out at his groin. His sex was swollen, thrust out from his groin, and all she could do was lick her lips in anticipation. Ginny was definitely a lucky girl!

He laid down beside her, pressing her onto her back. He clamped his arms on either side of her, holding her still.

\"Mione, touch me,\" he said against her lips.

Slowly she raised her hands to caress him over his chest. She could feel the steady pounding of his heart beneath her palm. He was so warm, his flesh smooth. She opened her mouth and kissed him, taking control. His hand moved to stroke her throat, then upward to caress her chin.

\"Harry.\" she moaned. It was an relentless assault but oddly exciting. She probed his mouth, touching her tongue to his. She ran her fingers along his jaw line and back, circling his neck before clutching his hair in her hands. Suddenly, he grabbed and pulled her hands away from him. He pulled them up over her head, trailing deep kisses over her neck and chest.

\"You\'re so beautiful,\" he said, his voice husky now. He kissed her breasts, lovingly stroking them before cupping one. His mouth closed over her, lips tugging gently at her nipples, teeth nipping at her flesh. Her cries drove him mad with lust. He slipped his arm beneath her, arching her back upward to caress more deeply.

\"Who\'d ever think you were such a tease?\" Hermione whispered, pulling her arms free to dig her nails into his shoulders.

\"I can\'t help myself.\" His jerked as her nails dug deep and groaned out loud. Sliding a leg between her legs, his hand lightly touched her belly.

She felt him exploring her, stroking her inner thighs, touching her intimately. She gasped when he slipped two fingers inside her. In and out, in and out fast. She heard him draw in a shuddering breath. He began to caress her more intensely. She was moist and ready for him, wanted him.

Harry thought he\'d die if he didn\'t possess her soon. He closed his mouth over hers once again, the symbolic thrusting of his tongue and fingers driving him wild with his own need. He leaned back to gaze at her flustered, beautiful face. Seeing her brown eyes darkened in passion, he deepened the pressure of his finger, roughly caressing her clit with his thumb, needing to see her completion. When she finally jerked and cried out, he smothered her cries of pleasure that rang out loudly in the room.

\"I can\'t take much more.\" Pulling his mouth away, Harry groaned as she shivered underneath him. He lurched forward, parting her legs as far as they could humanely go, before thrusting inside her. He closed his eyes as the most incredible feeling came over him. She was so moist and hot. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he almost lost it.

Hermione cried out and tried to muffle her cries of enjoyment. She almost cursed him for making her feel this way. She moved against his hard thrust. Her back arched as she whimpered from pleasure on top of pleasure hit her. Grasping the back of his head, she snaked one hand between their sweaty bodies and touched him below. Her touch obviously made him crazed because his thrusts became erratic and she gasped at the feel of it. Finally she tightened her hold as she let out an intense cry and climaxed in his arms. The feel of her inner muscles contracting around his penis made him shout out in pleasure and pain. A few seconds later he joined her, his chest falling against her. He lifted his head to kiss her on the mouth and she sighed happily against him. She\'d worry about the implication of her actions later. Right now she\'d just enjoy it and enjoy him.

~~~~~

Waking up the next morning to the obnoxious sun light streaming through Harry\'s window, Hermione groaned. She knew she couldn\'t even use being drunk as an excuse for sleeping with her best friend while dating the other. She and Ron were in a committed relationship. He\'d even told her he wanted to marry her one day and start a family. Hell, she loved him. But she\'d always been a little attracted to Harry and he to her.

She wasn\'t stupid, she knew Harry and Ginny would someday marry. Ginny chased him long enough until she\'d finally worn him down and they became an item. She passionately loved him just like she loved Ron.

And she\'d kill Hermione if she ever found out about this!

She should feel guilty. Yet she didn\'t. Not too guilty. She had finally and hopefully gotten whatever unresolved feelings for Harry out of her system. The sex had been great and now the friendship would remain. She hoped.

Harry shifted beside her in bed and she knew he was awake.

\"Hermione.\" Harry sighed, gazing up at the ceiling, hair askew and looking ill as he lay in the bed he usually shared with Ginny.

\"Don\'t. It happened. There\'s nothing to feel terrible about.\" Hermione said, climbing out the bed. Gathering her clothes from the floor, she smiled when Harry averted his eyes from her naked form while she dressed.

\"We did a horrible thing to Ron and Ginny.\" he replied. He finally turned to face her when she was completely covered. Dressed in a short black skirt and red sweater, she looked positively adorable and sexy. Her wild bushy hair spread out around her shoulders like a lions mane.

A small part of him wanted to run for the hills after what he\'d done or go beg for his best friend and girlfriends forgiveness. But another part wanted to grab her up and ravish her again.

*Damn. That\'s what I get for thinking with the head below my damn belt!*

Hermione sighed before sitting at the edge to the unmade, rumpled bed.

\"Yes, we did. We\'ve been friends for a long time. We\'ve fought and made up a hundred times over. I\'ve always loved you, Harry, as a brother. A brother I found dead sexy in an incest type a way, but as a brother nonetheless. Do you think one indiscretion should end a nine year friendship?\" she questioned.

\"No! It\'s just this is so wrong what we did. n\'tn\'t imagine looking into Ginny or Ron\'s trusting face knowing the truth.\" Harry said. He got out of the bed, wrapping the sheet around his waist.

\"I know.\" she nodded. Giving him a small smile, she stood up and pulled him into a tight hug. Harry stiffened in her arms before returning it fiercely. Stroking his back in a calming motion with her right hand, her left slid down to her skirts back pocket.

\"I just don\'t want to hurt anyone. Not you or Ginny or Ron. Your friendship

\"We just had sex. Made love, whatever you want to call it. That doesn\'t make me love Ron less or diminish your love for Gin. You\'re only human Harry, not perfect. Neither am I, although I wish it. Don\'t feel guilty. They\'ll never know. I promise.\" Hermione whispered close to his ear as she held him. His racing heartbeat comforted her. Just knowing he did feel something for her made the moment special.

\"Oblivate.\" she said, pointing her wand at his head. He gasped in shock as she immediately pulled away. A loud crack sounded in the bedroom as Hermione quickly exited.

Stumbling backwards, Harry gazed about his bedroom in confusion. After the dizziness settled, his eyes took in the wrecked bed. He felt really out of it because he could have sworn he saw Hermione for a second.

Seeing nothing but emptiness though, he shrugged and headed for the bathroom for his morning shower.

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Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as she apparated into her empty flat. Ron would still be at work working the graveyard shift and wouldn\'t be home for another half hour.

Did she think she took the cowards way out? Yes, a thousand times, yes.

Would she do it again given the opportunity? Yes, a thousand times, yes.

She loved Ron. Adored him. But the sex she\'d experienced with Harry was unbelievable. No sane woman could resist, not even a friend.

And she\'d gotten away with it. She wasn\'t a genius know-it-all for nothing.








THE END! Please don\'t burn me at the stake! I\'m a firm believer that Hermione could end up with either Ron or Harry. Although it\'ll probably be Ron. Although Snape\'s looking kind of tasty there. ^^