Birds and Bees

1. Part I

Oh well, this is the first part of my response to a challenge in the H/Hr forum, you can find it ‘ http://talk.portkey.org/index.php?showtopic=9017&st=0&#entry128741 ’ Sorry for any randomness, but really, it was quite a random idea…and quite fun to write. It shouldn’t be longer than 2 parts but I might be persuaded to stretch it into 3 if I get lots and lots of reviews. Sorry it’s so short, but it was the best place to leave off…

And as for the situation Hermione has found herself in…don’t ask me how she found this out, I’m not sure even I know, the thing is Hermione has found out that Harry isn’t quite educated about the whole ‘birds and bees’ thing and tells Ginny and well…trouble ensues.

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“Well? Have you talked to him about it yet?” Ginny Weasley eagerly questioned her good friend Hermione Granger as she walked out of the castle one lazy Saturday afternoon.

“Talked to who about what?” Hermione answered coolly, looking non-interested in the matter in which Ginny was seemingly so eager about.

“You know perfectly well who—Harry—about well, you know…” Ginny shot back at Hermione, a tinge of frustration on her voice.

“No, I don’t know. What do you want me to talk about with him? Aberforth Dumbledore and goats?” Hermione laughed a bit nervously at her joke, wrinkling her nose at the thought. All the while avoiding Ginny’s original question ardently.

“However amusing that conversation may turn out to be,” Ginny started dryly, “that isn’t what I mean and you know it. Have you talked to him about…for lack of a better way to put it, the birds and the bees or, you know, at least the stork?”

Hermione flinched slightly and then turned a horrible tint of red that rivaled even Ginny’s hair. She seemed to be struggling with words at the present moment, while her friend grinned in a decidedly wicked way as she watched the blush rage across Hermione’s face.

“Well—no, I can’t just talk to him about that kind of thing, Ginny. It would be…uncomfortable. Not to mention entirely inappropriate,” she sniffed at the last part.

Ginny snorted in a rather unladylike fashion and laughed at her friend’s discomfort over the matter that almost every other teenage witch would talk about freely. But not Hermione, she always had to be the prudent one…quite strange for a seventeen year old girl who had two boys for best friends to be this restrained about this sort of topic, but you had to look at who it was, Hermione wasn’t exactly the pervert type.        

“You’re his girlfriend, for Merlin’s sake, Hermione. You can talk to him about this stuff; you can talk to him about anything and not be embarrassed, even before you two finally got it through your thick heads you were supposed to be together. Or has that fact escaped your oh-so-brilliant mind these last few months?” Ginny asked, not even trying to mask the grin that swept across her face when she mentioned this. Hermione and Harry had finally gotten together early on this school year after many awkward moments and sweet exchanges that made them realize their feelings for each other. Though it had taken Ron yelling at them to quit it with the sappy looks and just go snog in some broom closet for them to do it. Eh, who cares about the details anyways?

“Mmmm...” Hermione smiled to herself suddenly, staring out near the lake where the boy in question was sitting underneath a sprawling oak tree overlooking the lake. From the distance you could see his ever-unruly hair sticking out at all ends and his hands idly playing with something, throwing it back and forth lazily between his right and left hands.

Ginny rolled her eyes at her friend and then turned to head in Harry’s direction, intent on asking him exactly what Hermione wouldn’t. Hermione stumbled after her fast pace, trying not to let Ginny get to far ahead of her.

“Harry!” Ginny called out as the two girls came within close vicinity of the seventeen-year-old boy. He looked up and smiled at Ginny, waving, before he flashed one of the special grins at Hermione that he saved only for her. Ginny rolled her eyes and then smiled, pulling Harry’s attention back to her.

“You need something, Ginny?” He asked; confused by the amused smile that Ginny sported.

“No, actually, I just heard this really funny story and I was wondering if you had heard it before…” Ginny raised an eyebrow suggestively, and shot a glance at Hermione, who in turn looked absolutely mortified.

“Umm…well—what’s it about?” Harry asked, confused by the two girl’s very different demeanors.

“Birds and bees,” Ginny said quite seriously.

“Er—no I don’t think I have…want to share it, then?” Poor Harry looked more befuddled by the minute with Ginny’s strange words and Hermione looking like she was going to cry on the spot.

“Oh…well, actually—we have to be going, don’t we, Gin?” Hermione found her voice again and nudged Ginny in the direction of the castle.

“Oh, yeah…I guess so, I’ll tell you some other time,” Ginny answered, looking a bit peeved at being pulled away from such a juicy situation. Hermione started tugging on Ginny’s arm, pulling her away from Harry.

Ginny suddenly turned back to Harry with one last question on her mind.

“Oh, and Harry?” she asked innocently.

“Yes, Ginny?” A rather confused Harry asked; he was slightly perturbed that his girlfriend didn’t seem keen on talking to him at the moment. What had he done this time, he wondered to himself.

“I was just wondering, do believe in the stork?” Ginny asked in the same mock seriousness she had displayed earlier. “You know—the legend of the stork dropping babies on doorsteps and all that?”

“Well, yes…where else would babies come from?” Harry’s eyes widened at the question and he gave a half-smile to Ginny in puzzlement.

Ginny giggled a bit, and shook her head.

“Nowhere special, Harry.” Ginny smiled sweetly at him. “I was just, um, curious to see, because you know…different people, different—uh—theories.”

“Ginny, come on, we have to go now.” Hermione mumbled and gave a hard yank to Ginny’s arm again, adding a sound kick to the back of Ginny’s knee to further her point, all the while fighting down a huge blush that had threatened her complexion again.

“Yes, let’s go, then. See you around, Harry!” Ginny said cheerfully, raising her eyebrows. Once they were out of earshot, Ginny began to giggle a bit, and then eventually broke into sidesplitting laughter at the sight of Hermione’s face. “Oh, ‘Mione, you have to admit, that was priceless. The stork…he still believes in the stork, for Merlin’s sake!” she chortled.

“Oh, Ginny, that was horrible of you…honestly,” Hermione finally choked out. She still looked embarrassed enough to cry as she stood there beside the smaller, redheaded girl who was laughing harder than she probably be in this situation. After a few minutes of letting Ginny have a nice laugh at her boyfriend’s expense, Hermione finally exclaimed, “Oh, shut up, already, Ginny. Now…what are we going to do about this?”

“Well, there’s only one thing we can do,” Ginny said, suddenly serious again. “We’ll have to go to Ron.”

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“Oh, no…I refuse to be part of you two’s sick scheme to educate Harry,” Ron refused before Hermione and Ginny—well, actually, it was just Ginny, Hermione was wincing and groaning the whole time, as if it pained her to think about the whole situation--could even finish explaining. By the time, Ginny had done a bit more talking, amid laughing and eye rolls, Hermione deeply regretted ever presenting the problem to Ginny. Who knew a seventeen year old boy who didn’t know anything about, as Ginny had put it, the birds and the bees, would be so amusing to the girl who used to have such a hopeless crush on him? Honestly, the world that Hermione lived in was so twisted these days.

“Ron,” Hermione finally broke into the conversation. “Please do something about it, you can’t let him be so clueless for the rest of his life. At least do it for me, if not for him.” Hermione pleaded with Ron for the next five minutes in desperation, if he didn’t talk to him, she would have to and she had no idea how to even go around about doing that.

“Fine, but I’m not going to tell him anything he doesn’t know. I’ll just ask him a few…things.” Ron nodded, looking for the entire world like Hermione had just asked him to take a walk through the gauntlet with nothing a thin piece of clothing to protect him from the sharp knives of the enemy.

“Thank you,” Hermione breathed in relief, she wouldn’t have to talk to him about it. Maybe. She just prayed that talking with Ron would work. Her blush from earlier had returned tenfold now that she realized exactly what she had just asked Ron to do and why he was so embarrassed to even talk about with her.

It was just then that Harry walked into the commons with a smile on his face and he headed over to where Hermione, Ron and Ginny sat together in a small, secluded corner.

“Hey, guys.” He smiled at them and sat next to Hermione awkwardly. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, really, just trying to quiz Ron on some Potions facts,” Hermione lied.

“Right, would you say that’s enough for tonight, then, ‘Mione?” Ron asked her.

“Yeah, I think you’ve grasped at least a bit of it, we’ll go over it some more tomorrow.” Hermione gave him an encouraging smile and nodded.

“Right, then…uh, Harry, mate, can we, uh, talk?” Ron forced out, looking quite nervous about the impending conversation. “Alone,” he added, looking pointedly at the two girls who were still sitting there.

Hermione smiled fleetingly before standing and nodding a goodbye before leaving without a word. Ginny followed after her older friend, hiding her cat-ate-the-canary grin and teasing laughter that was bubbling up in her throat again. This was just too priceless. The Boy-Who-Lived not knowing about the birds and the bees…not even a little. Yep, this one was going down in the history books. Who knew that Harry Potter was so clueless?

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reviewing brings good luck upon you….I promise! Hehe :-D if you give me lots of reviews I’ll make it into 3 parts instead of just 2, so really whats coming up next is up to you…I can easily write more, but I have to have inspiration and all….

2. Part II

Hey guys, so sorry it took so long to get just this little bit out, but my writing habits are rather erratic and well…only seem to come in spurts late at night when I've had chocolate and dr. pepper for the last 3 hours. Well…I'm not giving my deadline for the next chapter but it will be the last and the more reviews I get the sooner it shall come….*nod nod* Thanks so much to the people who did review and sorry that I'm too lazy to respond to each and every one of you, but I will try to get to anyone who reviews this chapter if you be sure to leave your email address! Thanks again and enjoy(remember this chapter is really only a little filling and set-up for the end…it serves no great purpose in the life of this little fanfic except to tease you readers)

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The Birds and Bees

By: Lady Akako

Chapter 2

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“What do you mean you `didn't get through to him?'” Hermione asked bewilderedly.

“Well—I did try…” Ron tried to explain, blushing furiously. “But, Hermione…you don't understand…he doesn't know what—what—what making love is.

“Did you ask him that?” Hermione asked, on the verge of being horrified of what Ron was implying.

“Sort of,” he replied after a healthy pause. The only sound in the hallways for that moment was the click-click of the two's shoes as they headed towards the front doors of the castle.

“Sort of?” Hermione repeated, a skeptical eyebrow was raised. Hermione was beginning to doubt Ron was the one to trust with this mission.

“Well…we were on the subject and he said a few things…”

“A few things, like what?” Suspicious now, Hermione stopped and leveled Ron with a calculating stare. There was something that was making him very uncomfortable and she would be damned if she wouldn't get it out of him.

“Like…what he thought making love was,” Ron gulped. “Except…well….”

“Except well what, Ron?” Hermione almost screamed in frustration at his stuttering. “What were his exact words?” She resisted the urge to grab his shoulders and shake him. Hard.

Of course she was overlooking the fact that he towered over her with ease. It was a stretch to even come up to his upper torso for Hermione, much less effectively grab his shoulders.

There was another pause, as if Ron was trying to remember every little word Harry had said to him the night before. His face screwed upwards in though for a moment before he opened his mouth, “Well—”

“Hey, there you two are,” a voice interrupted Ron just as he began to speak. Hermione let out a small cry of frustration and turned to face the owner of the voice, upon finding it was Harry, she gave a shaky smile.

“Harry!” She said in a way of greeting, her voice sounding a bit uncertain to her ears.

His hair was as always, hopelessly ruffled, as if he had permanent bed head and his eyes were gleaming with a tired sparkle. Harry walked faster to catch up to where Ron and her had stopped, cutting off all remnants of their momentary conversation. Hermione tried to send Ron a look that they would talk later but he was too busy looking uncomfortable and staring at the wall to take much notice.

“Well…are you going to breakfast, then?” Harry asked, looking a bit confused at why Ron and Hermione had been standing in the middle of the hallway.

“Oh, yes!” Her eyes widened a bit as she remembered to stay calm while talking to Harry. Nothing could be that bad, Ron had to be exaggerating. “We were just—wondering where you were because we couldn't find you either this morning so just headed down without you. Is that okay?” She blurted out the lie with a little wince. She hated lying to Harry.

He nodded as if this cleared things up for him and offered his hand to Hermione.

“Well then, shall we go to breakfast or stand around all day?” he joked with a lopsided smile.

“We shall.” She gave him the best smile she could and took his hand easily.

He led her down the hallway a few steps before Hermione realized that Ron was still standing back in the middle of the hallway. Staring at the wall.

“Ron?” She asked in a dubious, wondering if they should be bothering him if he was that pre-occupied with what had happened the previous night.

It took a moment for her voice to even break through Ron's conscious and for him to react.

“Oh….uh yeah, I'm coming,” he coughed after a moment, nodding roughly towards Hermione. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and followed after us as Harry began walking again, tugging on my hand gently.

“Glad you could join us, mate.” Harry flashed a teasing smile back at Ron as they walked through the doors to the Great Hall.

“Yeah,” Ron mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking a bit uncomfortable.

As the three of them entered the hall several pairs of eyes followed their progress across the hall, Harry and Hermione holding hands loosely with Ron trailing slightly behind, hands once again shoved in his pockets. It was like this every day, when the trio entered the Great Hall the same students would stop to stare, as if they were exhibits in some freak museum. It wasn't exactly comforting.

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“Hermione!” Ginny hissed as Hermione walked past, balancing numerous books in her arms. It was just after classes had ended for the day, so most students were just now filtering back down to their common rooms.

Hermione was just coming to the last few flights of stairs (here's to praying they wouldn't change on her though) as she was called aside by Ginny. She winced; she had been trying to avoid Ginny all day. She still hadn't gotten out of Ron what he had been trying to tell her this morning. It was nagging at her, but what Ginny was so eager to talk to her about had bothered her a bit more. Ginny was getting a bit too excited about this little investigation.

She felt her arm being tugged on before she could protest and herself being dragged down another hallway to an empty classroom. There were only a few chairs strewn along the walls in the room besides a single, small window in the right corner that let a dim light cast itself in.

“What is so important?” Hermione sighed as Ginny pulled the door shut behind them.

“Well, obviously, our plan with Ron didn't work so well, so I figured we would need to do something else to get through to Harry, right?” Ginny said quickly, looking cat-like in her grin as she spoke.

“Ginny…I don't know if this is a good idea anymore…” Hermione said uncertainly.

“Well, good idea or not, you-re still going through with it. You want to know why? Because you never leave anything you start unfinished…even something like this. Especially if it involves Harry and this definitely involves Harry.” Ginny nodded to herself and began pacing as she spoke.

“Ginny,” Hermione groaned. This couldn't be good.

“Oh you should hear what Luna said you should do when I told her about this…” Ginny said brightly, remembering something incredibly funny obviously as she donned an amused smile again.

“You told Luna?!” Hermione gaped, thinking of the slight dislike she harbored for the Ravenclaw girl.

“Of course, don't worry, she won't tell anyone. But she did suggest something…” Ginny pressed her lips together to keep in the obviously brewing laughter.

“Do I even want to know?” Hermione slumped over to the wall to pull up a chair, fiddling with the ends of her bushy hair as she slid down to sit in the old chair.

“Well—she—uh suggested that you describe the habits of a creature called the Crumple-Horned Snorkack to Harry and that would solve all of your problems apparently.”

Hermione snorted and rolled her eyes as Ginny finally let loose the giggles that had been building up inside of her.

“You're not really helping right now, Ginny,” Hermione finally said after a moment. Her hands were still playing with the ends of her hair, as if she rolled it in her fingers long enough it would give her the answers to all of her problems at the moment.

“Hermione…what else do you want to do?” Ginny reasoned quietly. “It's not like there's a whole lot left we can do.”

Hermione lifted her eyes to meet her friends, in deep thought over this matter, nd suddenly was struck with an idea. Sure…it was a last-ditch effort and if it didn't work could cause emotional damage and scarring for life, but…well, it was really the only thing left to do.

“Ginny,” Hermione stated suddenly. “I've got an idea.”

“What is it?” Ginny asked, looking suspicious and curios at the same time at the expression on Hermione's face.

“I'm not quite sure of the details yet…but I'm going to have to do it alone.” Hermione said firmly and stood up, knocking the chair she had been perched on back against the wall again.

She strode purposely out the room without another word, leaving behind a very confused and downright curious Ginny Weasley behind her.

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okay the Crumple-Horned Snorkack comment was suggested by fenriswolf…and I might have included some other suggestions in there too without actually realizing it but I'm much too tired to make sure to give credit to everyone, so sorry.

Hope you're not too disappointed….

And now REVIEW or you'll never hear from me again!

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3. Part III

Merry Christmas everyone! ;-D this is the last chapter of the Birds and the Bees, so I hope you enjoy! Please review(or you can always recommend it, or if you’re really feeling nice nominate it…though I don’t even know if it’s eligible, cause I’m posting this so late)

Anyways, Read on!

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       Birds and Bees

      Romance/Humor

      Part III

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Hermione couldn’t believe she was doing this. Even for Harry. There really was a point where this had all gone too far, but there was no turning back now.

Her footsteps echoed heavily down the seemingly empty corridor as she hurriedly slipped in and out of the shadows. She hadn’t been careless; she had at least borrowed Harry’s invisibility cloak (without his knowledge of course.) Ron was supposed to keep him distracted for the night until she got back. Of course, since he seemed in quite an internal battle as whether to completely steer clear of his best friend or night, she had told Ginny to be there just in case back-up was needed. And maybe a bit of an ulterior motive to make sure Ginny never found out what she was about to do. 

Her one problem was that she couldn’t find that blasted Map. He must have hidden it much more carefully than she anticipated.

She had to be very careful if she was going to go through this. If? No, she had to go through with this.

“It’s for Harry, it’s for Harry,” she whispered just under her breath. Her footsteps quickened as she approached her destination.

Looking around furtively, she made absolutely sure that Madam Pince wasn’t around and let out a slow breath she had forgotten she was holding. She slipped her hand into her pocket and pulled out her wand, quickly whispering the unlocking spell she knew worked for the doors.

With another glance she stole into the vast library with barely a sound. The ancient door creaked slightly on its hinges as it closed shut behind her making her wince at the sound.

Immediately the musty smell of the hundreds of books in the room filled her nose and drew a small sneeze from her. She shook herself and re-grasped her wand as if to assure herself of its presence.

“Lumos,” she murmured at her wand hopefully. She was rewarded with a small, but radiant burst of sharp light that threw the gigantic library into full relief.

Her eyes briefly roamed the increasingly familiar shapes of the towering bookshelves that were stuffed to bursting with volumes that were centuries old. After a few moments, they finally came to rest on what she needed to find. The Restricted Section.

She headed towards it with a gulp and broke the few charms guarding it with the ease of someone who has done this many times before. Which, of course, she had.

Once it was opened, she shut her eyes for a moment to gather her racing thoughts and before proceeding inside the darker portion of the library muttered the little mantra that had been running like a marathon in her brain for the past two hours: “It’s for Harry.”

Her brow creased once she stepped into the one part of the library that she didn’t know like the back of her hand, she only knew certain parts. Those certain parts that she did know wouldn’t exactly help her now. Did wizards keep books that explained this kind of thing in their libraries? At least she knew enough that Madam Pince, prude that she was, would never keep it where it was open for all the students in the school to read.

But as to where it might be hidden in this Section, she didn’t know. She needed to know, she needed to hurry. Her index finger curled impatiently around her wand, scarping at the weathered wood.

“Where are you?” she asked herself in a hushed tone. Her eyes squinted carefully as she scanned the identical shelves full of unknown books. Giving up she headed towards the furthest shelf to the left, resigning herself to the fact she would have to look through every shelf to find what she needed.

“Medieval Black Magic and How to Use It, No….The Key to Discovering Your Inner Animagus, No… Dangerous Curses in the Royal Families, No, no, no….” she muttered. “This isn’t going to be easy, is it?” she asked the silent books in frustration. Their solemn immunity to her plight was answer enough for her. No, it wasn’t.

She flitted from bookcase to bookcase until she came to a particularly grimy one with what looked to be encyclopedias piled in its space; all of them black with simple gold bars and no titles. All except one.

Her skimming eyes rested squarely on a faded maroon cover with no trimming or title that looked rather hastily shoved in between the black tomes. Her hand quickly plucked it from the stack to examine it more closely. It had no marking or identification, just the plain burgundy cover that looked like it had seen far too many years.

Her hand shook slightly as she opened it with a slight cringe, half expecting something horrible to happen; but the tome simply fell open in her hands with a silent crack revealing its contents.

“Finally,” she breathed in triumph and shut the book with a small smile. She tucked it gently into her book bag that she had brought a long just for the book and lifted her wand a little to find her way out of the Restricted Section. She scrambled from the Section as soon as she could, having the strange sensation of someone watching her.

Making sure to replace the charms on the rusty iron gates, she hurried to the main doors of the library.

She closed the door behind her with a small laugh; she had done it.

Her feet once again pounded in her ears in time with her racing heart as she hastened down the empty corridors.

Just a few staircases away from the Gryffindor Common Room, she paused, out of breath. The stupid Invisibility Cloak was hard to breathe under after so long. She had to take it off, if only for a moment.

Hermione slid from under it with a thankful sigh, and shoved it momentarily into her book bag along with that troublesome book.

She leaned against the wall, pushing her hair behind her ears and closing her eyes for a second. She was home free. She had done it and soon it would all be over. Hopefully.

“Ms. Granger?” said a startled voice. “What are you doing up at this hour?”

Hermione jumped and her eyes darted open to stare at a very surprised looking Professor McGonagall.

“P-Professor McGonagall.” To her horror, her voice shook as she spoke. “I-I was just finishing…”

“Your rounds, I suppose?” the older woman questioned with a raised eyebrow and a small quirked smile.

Hermione let out an internal sigh, she didn’t sound angry. That was a good sign.

“E-exactly, Professor.” Hermione nodded, hoping her voice wasn’t nearly as shaky as it sounded to her ears.

“Well, get on to sleep now, Ms. Granger. It’s well past when you should have been out.” The Professor shooed her along with her hands and Hermione gladly took the hint and scurried off.

She found herself at the painting of the fat Lady with almost no recollection of the time that had passed in between. Her heart pounded louder than it had at any another time that night as she reached it.

“Hippogryff,” She stated and stepped inside the haven of the common room quickly when it opened for her.

She was immediately bombarded by a very eager Ginny and a haggard looking Ron.

“Well?” inquired Ginny with an energy that should have drained from her very long ago.

“Mission accomplished,” Hermione said proudly patting her book bag. When Ginny tried to reach inside the bag, Hermione swerved out of the way with a wan smile and warning finger. “I told you that I wasn’t going to tell you what I’m going to do, Gin.”

“You have the cloak, Hermione?” Ron yawned, making up in tiredness for what his little sister lacked in it.

“Yeah.” Hermione smiled thankfully at Ron, taking the cloak from her bag and handing it to him. “You think he noticed it was gone?”

“No, he was much too worried as to where you might have gone,” Ron teased in a quiet voice. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to bed. Night, you two. Good luck with whatever you have up your sleeve, Hermione.”

He nodded at the two of them and headed off to his dormitory, cloak in hand.

“Well,” Ginny said after a moment, “Will you at least tell me if it works out all right?”

“That I will,” Hermione agreed and the two girls headed up the stairs and to their respected beds for the night.

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“The room is empty except for him. I told him to wait ‘cause you wanted to talk to him in private and I’ll make sure all the boys stay clear until you come down,” Ron told her in the morning when he finally appeared from the boys’ room.

Hermione sighed in relief, everything was going to plan. Now came the hard part…getting him to read the book.

“Right…thanks, Ron, for everything,” Hermione responded after a minute and then set herself towards the stairs, climbing them with deliberation.

She reached the seventh year boys dormitory door much faster than she would have liked and anxiously fingered the strap of her book bag as she knocked on the door.

“Hermione, what’s going on?” Harry asked as he answered the door.

Hermione brushed passed him with nervousness and went straight to his desk, slamming the book down on the surface.

“Read,” she told him firmly. “Then when you’re finished, come get me. I’ll be in the common room.”

With that, she turned on her heel, took a deep breath, and walked out the open door; leaving a gaping Harry behind her.

She waited down in the common room for what seemed like an eternity, pretending to read her Arithmancy text, all the while fidgeting the pages in anxious anticipation for what was coming next.

After watching many, many Gryffindors go in and out, and then in and out again; she finally spotted Harry coming down the staircase. His eyes locked with her across the room and didn’t break the eye contact until he was very near to where she was sitting, her usual secluded corner of the room with a few squishy armchairs that were great to read in.

He chose to sit in one very close to her and leaned forward with a concerned look on his face; like he needed to ask her a very important question.

“Hermione,” he said after a moment, breaking the tense silence. “You mean to imply that…my aunt and uncle did this…” he swallowed, “together?”

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The End.

I slightly tweaked what he was supposed to say at the end but it was as best I could remember cause I can’t get on the forums right now, but tell me: good, bad, totally completely laughable?

Should I give up writing forever on H/Hr fics or should I go through with writing a serious one perhaps (with everyone fully educated on the birds and the bees?

Let me know and REVIEW!