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Hermione let out an approving noise as she kissed him back, winding her arms around his neck. This is what she had been longing for all day while she was with Justin.
"Hermione," he breathed against her skin.
"Yes," she said. "Please..."
Harry smiled at her. There was no turning back now. "Let's get out of here."
"Where to?" she asked immediately.
"Across the hall to my office," he said giving her another kiss. "Yes?"
Hermione grinned at him. "Let's go!"
Harry took her hand and they walked over to the door. He slowly opened it and peered outside to make sure no one was in the hall.
"Are we safe?" Hermione whispered.
"The coast is clear," Harry said tugging at her hand .
They ran across the corridor and were barely in the office before Harry locked the door and was kissing her again. Hermione pulled on his jacket, propelling them over to the sofa.
They were both laughing as they struggled with each other's clothes. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?" he asked as he unclasped her bra.
"I know," she said huskily.
"I like it," Harry said softly. "And I really, really like you."
"Same here," Hermione pulled him to her again.
Harry kissed her, snaking his arms around her waist. He groaned when she arched against him. She knew exactly what she was doing.
"I don't want to wait tonight," Hermione said breathlessly.
"We've waited long enough," Harry said before trailing kisses down her neck and shoulders.
"Yes we have," Hermione agreed, running her fingernails over his bare back.
He laid her down on the sofa and looked down at her, thinking that he'd never seen anyone look more beautiful than she did right then.
"I don't want to wait anymore," Hermione said again.
In an instant, he was over her, kissing her hard.
This time, Hermione felt no pain when he slid inside her.
Her body arched against him again and Harry kissed her again, muffling his own groan.
Hermione bit down on her lower lip as he moved faster into her.
In the haste to be with her, he'd forgotten to put a silencing charm on the room and at the moment that was the furthest thing from his mind.
Hermione wasn't thinking of anything rational either at this point. Her thoughts were centred solely on the man above her.
"Hermione," he managed to say when she wrapped her legs around him.
"Kiss me," she said weakly, already nearing her peak.
He did just that putting everything he felt at that moment into that one kiss.
Hermione let out her cry into his mouth, arching her body up against his.
He nearly lost it when she did this and he let out a guttural moan.
Hermione was completely breathless as Harry collapsed just off to her side, also panting heavily.
He met her gaze and smiled softly at her. "Hey."
"Hi," she managed, pushing his sweaty fringe off his forehead.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked.
Hermione nodded. "Never been better, actually."
He pulled his old Gryffindor blanket down from the back of the sofa and covered them both with it. "We weren't going to do this again, were we?"
"No," Hermione said wryly. "But there's something quite irresistible about you."
He grinned lazily at her. "I bet you say that to all the instructors you seduce."
Hermione poked him. "You're the first."
"So are you planning on going through all of us then?" Harry teased. "Because---Ow!"
"Hardly," she answered.
"Good," Harry said. "It was bad enough watching Justin flirt with you."
"Justin's nice, but he's not my type," Hermione said.
Harry kissed her. "That's good to hear."
Hermione ran her fingers through his thick, wild hair. "What do we do now?"
"We obviously can't stay away from each other," Harry said.
"Nor do we want to," Hermione answered.
"So," Harry said thoughtfully. "We see each other when we can and we'll keep it just between us. No one can find out."
"For the next three years?" Hermione propped herself up.
"I know it's not going to be easy," Harry said resting his forehead against hers.
Hermione shook her head. "Do you think we can do this? Be together and not tell anyone?"
"I want to try," he replied.
She smiled. "Me too."
"And we'll not let it carry into the classroom," he said. "We'll be professional."
"Of course," Hermione answered. "Completely professional."
"Saturdays on your days off, you can come over to my place," Harry said before giving her another kiss.
"Okay," she agreed.
"We can do this," Harry said determinedly.
"I sort of find this a bit surreal," Hermione confessed. "That you want to be with me."
"Why wouldn't I?" he asked her. "You're intelligent, you're funny. You're beautiful and you make me feel better than I have in months. "
His words made her blush with pride. "When you say it like that, I have to believe you."
"It's true," Harry said brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Hermione cuddled up beside him and for the first time noticed what time it actually was. She'd been downstairs for well over an hour.
"Oh no," she said softly. "It's after eleven..."
"Mmm?" Harry asked nibbling on her ear.
"It's after curfew," Hermione sat up.
"Right," Harry said reaching for his boxer shorts.
"What should I do?" Hermione asked. "If anyone catches me?"
Harry walked over to his desk and pulled out his dad's old cloak. "Take this."
Hermione gasped. "That's an invisibility cloak!"
"It belonged to my dad," Harry said handing it to her.
"I've heard of these," Hermione said. "But never seen one."
"You should be able to get back upstairs without being spotted," Harry said smiling at her.
"Okay," Hermione said, wishing she could go back with him.
"Something tells me that we'll be using my dad's old cloak quite a bit," Harry said pulling her to him.
"I'm okay with that," Hermione smiled at him.
Harry kissed her one last time. "Good night."
"Night," Hermione said softly, pulling the cloak around her.
Harry quickly finished dressing and then opened the door. He was going to grab some files before he headed home.
Hermione gave him one last look before she walked out of the office. She decided to take the stairs back to the dorms and thankfully didn't run into anyone.
"Where have you been?" Lavender hissed when Hermione opened the door.
Lavender's tone startled Hermione. "M-meeting with Lupin. Merlin, Lavender! You scared me half to death!"
"You were talking to Lupin for an hour and a half?" the blonde asked sceptically. "And what's that in your hands?"
"An old blanket," Hermione lied. "My mum sent a care package to me and this was with it. I've had it since I was little."
"It doesn't look old," Lavender eyed it.
"I've taken really good care of it," Hermione said setting it down on her bed. "What have you been up to?"
"I'm tired," Lavender replied. "And I was worried about you."
"I'm sorry," Hermione apologised. "I asked Lupin to tell me about Sirius Black and he just kept talking and talking. You know how he is when he gets started on something."
Lavender rolled her eyes. "Tell me about it," she agreed. "Well... as long as you're all right."
"I'm fine," Hermione assured her. "Absolutely fine."
Lavender nodded and thankfully didn't question. "Guess what I heard while you were gone..."
"What?" Hermione asked absently.
"Ron's brother Charlie is coming in next week to talk to us about dangerous creatures," Lavender said. "He works with dragons in Romania, so it should be really cool."
"He's not anything like his brother, is he?" Hermione asked.
"I'm not sure," Lavender said. "I haven't actually ever met him."
"Let's hope he's not," Hermione said grabbing a set of pyjamas from her dresser. "I can barely take one of Ron Weasley."
"He's really not that bad," Lavender tried again. "I'm friends with him and I used to date him."
Hermione was on such a high, she didn't even mind talking about Ron Weasley. "How many brothers and sisters does he have anyway?"
"He's got five brothers, all older," Lavender said. "And a younger sister."
"The sister goes to school with Ron's girlfriend?" Hermione asked changing into her pyjamas.
Lavender nodded. "Ginny. She used to have this huge crush on Harry."
"Did he go out with her?" Hermione spun around.
"Not really," Lavender said. "Well...they did have sort of a thing during his sixth year, but it seemed to come out of nowhere. It didn't last long though and it wasn't too long before he and Parvati hooked up."
"Oh," Hermione said. "She... she still doesn't fancy him does she?"
Lavender shook her head. "No way. She's completely head over heels for Neville Longbottom. Neville is the sweetest bloke in the world."
Hermione relaxed. "Oh..."
Lavender pulled back the covers of her bed and slid inside. She looked at Hermione. "Did you run into Harry while you were down there?"
"No," Hermione answered quickly.
"I'm going to corner him tomorrow at breakfast," Lavender said. "See how things went with Megan."
"Badly," Hermione answered before she could stop herself.
"What?" Lavender asked raising an eyebrow.
"I'm just assuming," Hermione covered. "From the way you were talking about her..."
Lavender nodded. "I know. She's a complete cow."
"She'd have to be, to push Harry away." Hermione got into bed. "He just... he seems like he's a good boyfriend type, from what you've told me about him and Parvati."
"He is," Lavender agreed. "But he and Parvati never really had a "normal" relationship. I mean, they spent whatever time they could together when he wasn't training. She used to tell me that when it was all over, they'd do the normal, everyday couple things. "
"That sounds lovely," Hermione said a bit wistfully.
"I just hope he can find someone that he can do those things with," Lavender said. "I mean, it will be strange to see him with someone else, but I want him to be happy."
"You're his friend," Hermione replied, wondering what Lavender would think of her with Harry. "Of course you want him to be happy."
Lavender smiled at her. "You're so easy to talk to."
"Thanks," Hermione turned out her light. "It's nice having a few friends."
"Even Ron?" Lavender said giggling.
"Maybe not him," Hermione answered dryly.
"I'm sorry things with Justin didn't go so well," Lavender said.
"We're better off as friends," Hermione said.
"I had such high hopes for you and him though," Lavender said wistfully. "I feel like it's my fault that you had such a crappy night."
"I didn't," Hermione answered, hiding her smile.
"Sweet dreams," Lavender said turning out her own light.
Hermione smiled again as she recalled what had happened downstairs. It seemed a bit like a dream, but at the same time, she could so vividly recall Harry's lips on hers, his hands running over her body.
He'd been right when he said that hiding their relationship wasn't going to be easy. She didn't know how she would be able to hide how she felt when she was around him.
This wasn't going to be easy, but he was definitely worth it.
*** *** ***
Ron Weasley yawned as he entered the classroom Monday morning. He was knackered and the last thing he felt like doing was sitting in a classroom talking about something that didn't interest him in the slightest. Last night, instead of studying for today's lesson, he and his roommate played Wizard's chess and drank Firewhisky.
Ron rubbed at his eyes before sitting down. "Don't even try to lecture me," he said, yawning again as Hermione opened her mouth.
"I wasn't going to," Hermione said. Truth be told, she was quite knackered too, but she was on cloud nine after spending Saturday night and most of Sunday with Harry.
"You aren't?" Ron asked in surprise. "Why not?"
"I could if you'd like, but I'm in too good a mood to worry about you and your lack of preparation and your procrastination."
"Pro what?" Ron asked. "Wait... never mind."
"Your brother's coming in today, right?" Hermione asked.
"Oh yeah," Ron said. "I forgot about that!"
A few more of the trainees came into the classroom, including a surly looking Ernie.
Lavender leaned over. "He doesn't look any more eager to be here," she said quietly to Justin.
"He's been in a strop all weekend," Justin told her.
"Over Harry?" Lavender rolled her eyes. "He needs to get over it."
"Where is Harry?" Justin asked looking at his watch. "Class was supposed to start at 8."
"I'm sure he'll be here soon," Hermione answered, looking back at them.
"He'd better be," Ernie grumbled. "I've better things to do with my time than wait around for him."
"Like what?" Lavender asked sarcastically. "Wait for another instructor?"
Ernie rolled his eyes. The rest of these idiots could sit around and kiss up to Potter, but he wasn't going to do that. He was going to bide his time and wait for the moment when Mr. Perfect messed up, which would hopefully be soon.
Hermione turned back to her book and tried to hide her smile as she thought about her weekend.
He'd surprised her with dinner in his office last night . It had been takeaway curry but it was better to her than dining in a posh restaurant.
He had explained to her that while the new Auror recruits were allowed out on Saturdays, Sundays were supposed to be their time to catch up on reading, assignments, and other tasks the instructors set out for them, which is why for the first year, they were confined six days a week to the Ministry building.
After she'd returned to her dorm, she'd stayed up late going over the required reading. It had been worth it though.
She blushed now as Harry entered the room, going straight to the desk at the front. "Good morning everyone," he said in a pleasant tone.
"Good morning, Harry," Lavender said brightly. She'd tried to corner him yesterday to find out the details on his date with Megan. He was nowhere to be found yesterday, but Lavender vowed to get him alone sometime today to ask him about the date.
"Today as most of you know, we're having a special guest come talk to us about working with dangerous creatures," Harry said. "Charlie Weasley has been working for some years now in Romania on a dragon reservation."
"How long will he be with us?" Eloise asked, raising her hand.
"Most of this week," Harry answered. "I hope you'll give him your undivided attention when he arrives, as what he's going to tell you will be very useful." his eyes fell on Hermione and he smiled. "For now, let's go over the reading that you were all to do this weekend."
"Can you go over that bit about wandless magic?" Eloise asked.
"Sure," Harry nodded.
"I'm sure Mr. Potter would only be too happy to demonstrate it for us," Ernie said to her.
Harry pressed his lips together but didn't say anything. Instead, he waved his hand in Ernie's direction and his textbook slammed shut.
"Whoa," Justin said impressed. "That's amazing."
"Yeah," Ernie glared at Harry. "Wonderful."
Lavender raised her hand and Harry called on her. "Wandless magic and non-verbal spells are so advanced. You and Dumbledore are the only wizards I ever met who were capable of it."
Hermione also raised her hand. "What makes you capable of wandless magic when regular witches and wizards aren't able to do it?"
"Well, you all have done wandless magic before," Harry pointed out with a grin. "Can anyone tell me how?"
Hermione raised her hand. "Apparition? We don't use wands to Apparate."
"Very good," Harry smiled at her.
"When I was younger before I even know I was magical, I was able to do things that no one could understand," Justin recalled. "I could get objects to come to me just by thinking that I wanted them. I certainly didn't have a wand then."
"See, you're all capable," Harry told them. "It just requires a lot of concentration and a certain level of skill."
"So, are you going to try and teach us how to use wandless magic?" Ron asked.
"I can help you practise what you already know," Harry answered.
Ron didn't think he was capable of it, but he nodded.
"It requires a great deal of concentration, as I said." Harry told them. "It will become easier as you learn to control it."
"A witch of wizard's emotional state can affect their inherent abilities," Harry continued. "You have to learn to control your emotions so you can control your magic, especially when you attempt to use wandless magic."
Hermione was fascinated by all this and decided she would go to the library and find as many books as she could on wandless magic so she could read up on it.
"Does anyone have any other questions?" Harry asked.
Ernie was about to retort with a smart ass comeback when the door open and a red haired man poked his head in.
"I'm not too early, am I?" Charlie asked.
"Hey Charlie," Harry replied. "Not at all. Come on in."
Charlie grinned at his younger brother. "Alright, Ron?"
Ron nodded. "Hiya."
Lavender studied the older man. He had the trademark Weasley red hair, but he was a little shorter than Ron, but he had a better build in Lavender's opinion. He looked more athletic and his face looked tanned. She'd seen pictures of him, of course, but she'd never seen him in person.
All in all, Lavender Brown thought he was quite good looking and blushed a bit when he smiled at her.
After a brief introduction from Harry, Charlie stood at the front of the room. "Good morning," he said warmly. "I promise not to try and bore you all to death."
"Yeah right," Ron cracked.
"My cross to bear," Charlie said dryly. "Is that I'm Ron Weasley's older brother. I hope you don't hold that against me."
The rest of the class laughed at that.
"I'm here to talk to you about dangerous creatures, especially dragons," Charlie continued. "Who here knows anything about them?"
Hermione raised her hand and Charlie called on her. "Dragons are found in mountain habitats usually. There are ten known breeds of them in the world."
Charlie looked impressed. "Very good," he said. "Your name?"
"Hermione Granger," Hermione replied. "Care of Magical Creatures was one of my favourite classes at Beauxbatons."
Ron rolled his eyes at Hermione's eager attitude.
"We have all ten breeds on our reservation in Romania," Charlie continued. "Harry was particularly fond of the Hungarian Horntail."
Harry grinned ruefully. "Yeah right."
Charlie briefly went through a description of each of the breeds. "And as you know, Muggles only know of dragons in films and in stories. They remember them as beats in mythology. You can thank the Ministry for that because they work with us to keep the existence of these dragons hidden from Muggles."
Hermione scribbled this down on a piece of parchment as Lavender raised her hand.
"Yes?" Charlie asked. "Miss-?"
"Brown," Lavender said eagerly. "But you can call me Lavender."
Charlie smiled at her. "Very colourful name, Lavender."
She blushed. "Thank you. Um... are we going to be able to see the dragons at all?"
Charlie nodded. "As a matter of fact, you will. Next week, you'll all visit our reservation in Romania where you'll see them."
"We're going to Romania?" Hermione asked excitedly.
"Yes, the entire weekend," Charlie told her. "You'll stay at the reservation and you'll interact with the dragons and see all the different things we do on the reservation."
Hermione couldn't help but look over at Harry at this news.
Charlie spent the next few minutes answering questions about the reservation and about dragons. He answered as best he could, but he couldn't help but be distracted by the blonde sitting in the front row.
She was really quite gorgeous- almost model-esque looking. He wondered what a girl that looked like her was doing in Auror training.
"I'd like to thank you all for listening to me drone on today," Charlie concluded. "I will see you next weekend. Remember to dress warmly. It can get quite cold on the reservation, especially during the evening."
"Thanks Charlie," Harry said. "I think it'll be really interesting to see the dragons up close."
Charlie nodded and stood back while Harry excused the group for their late morning break.
"Glad to see you stayed awake during my talk, Ron," Charlie said to his younger brother. "Forgive me for saying this, but you look like shite."
"I didn't sleep much," Ron ran his hand through his hair. "Got a little... distracted last night."
"Ogden's did you in, did it?" Charlie guessed.
"Just a little," Ron said sheepishly. "And Saturday I was off visiting Luna."
"Fred and George told me about that," Charlie said with a grin.
"I bet they did," Ron answered. "Those two--"
"...know that they can't use Bill or me to bother so they use you since you're the youngest," Charlie finished.
"Ginny's the youngest," Ron grumbled. "I don't see them making her life a living hell. I mean, Neville was groping her in the middle of their shop and they didn't even bat an eyelash!"
"Groping her?" Charlie raised an eyebrow. "That's not allowed."
"You do realise that Ginny was groped at one time by Harry too," Ron said.
"Better not have been," Charlie said. "I thought you told me they were only together a few weeks."
"A few snogs does not constitute groping, Ron," Harry said from behind him.
"You know, that's really a visual I don't want," Ron complained.
"Me either," Charlie said watching as Lavender left the room with Hermione. "Um---that's um...quite a group you have, Harry."
"Yeah," Harry's eyes followed Hermione. "So far so good... with the exception of one."
"The bloke in the back who kept yawning?" Charlie guessed.
"Ernie," Harry rolled his eyes. "He's got the worst attitude."
"Between him and Granger it's been a bloody picnic," Ron said sarcastically.
"Hermione's not so bad," Harry said before he could stop himself.
Thankfully, neither of the Weasleys picked up on this. "I thought she was quite intelligent," Charlie said. "She really knows her stuff."
"Too bad she's a bit of a shrew," Ron said. "And my so called best friend here paired me up with her."
"You need a good influence," Charlie said clapping his brother on the back.
"Whatever," Ron said. "I'm going to the cafeteria."
"I'm hungry too," Charlie said. "Mind if I join you?"
"Sure," Ron answered. "Harry?"
"I have some things to do here, but I'll catch up with you in a bit," Harry told them.
"Cool," Ron answered, heading for the door. Charlie followed, hoping that Lavender had gone to the cafeteria as well. He wanted to see more of her.
He thought about the best way to broach the subject with his brother. "You went to school with must of them, didn't you?"
Ron nodded. "All but the shrew."
"Did you know them all pretty well?" Charlie asked.
Ron shrugged. "Most of them, yeah."
"How well?" Charlie pressed.
Ron quickened his step, eager to get to the cafeteria. He wondered what they were serving today. He hoped they had waffles. "I used to date the blonde-Lavender."
"You did?" Charlie asked in surprise. "You dated her?"
Ron nodded. "During fifth year and part of sixth."
"Was it serious?" Charlie asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Yeah, until she gave me some stupid necklace and started calling me Won-Won," Ron said in a hushed tone.
"She did that?" Charlie was surprised. "She... she didn't seem the type."
"What can I say?" Ron asked puffing out his chest. "She fell hard for me."
"Yeah right," Charlie cuffed him on the head. "Probably wanted to just drive you insane."
Ron laughed, but his happiness quickly turned to frustration when he saw the long queue in the cafeteria. "Great."
"Why don't we ask them if we can cut in?" Charlie pointed to Lavender and Hermione, who were near the front.
Ron didn't like his chances with Hermione, but Lavender just might let them. "Okay."
"Hi ladies," Charlie smiled at them. "Mind if we slip in with you two?"
"Sure," Lavender replied smiling back at him.
"Is it okay with you?" Ron asked Hermione reluctantly.
Hermione shrugged. "Sure. We only have about twenty minutes left."
"Thanks," Ron said feeling a little guilty for the things he'd said about her.
Hermione had hoped Harry would join them, but he was probably busy planning the rest of their lesson for the day.
Lavender grabbed a bowl of fruit from the serving line, but looking longingly at the plate of waffles that Charlie had on his tray.
"You should get some," Charlie caught her gaze. "They're really good."
"The fruit is all that I need," Lavender said. "Really. Besides, I'm watching my figure."
"You don't need to," Charlie said.
Lavender blushed. "Um...well maybe you could let me have a bite of yours?"
Charlie grinned at her. "Or maybe more than a bite..."
"They do look really good," Lavender said. "Much better than my plain old fruit bowl."
"I won't tell if you don't," Charlie said softly.
Lavender wondered if he was flirting with her. He couldn't really be, could he? I mean, he was much older and besides, Ron had probably told him about their past history.
"On me," Charlie told the cashier when they went to pay.
Lavender shook her head. "That's not necessary, Mr. Weasley."
"Call me Charlie," he grinned. "Mr. Weasley is my father. And I want to pay."
"Thank you," Lavender said smiling back at him. It was hard not to. "Charlie."
"Very welcome," Charlie grinned back at her.
Hermione looked at her roommate and friend. "I'm actually going to take my muffins and juice back to the classroom. I wanted to ask Harry some things about wandless magic."
"Okay," Lavender broke her gaze away from Charlie. "I'll see you back there."
Ron had already found a table and Lavender assumed Charlie would join his brother.
"How about we sit over there?" Charlie nodded to an empty table near the window.
"Um," Lavender said, taken aback. "Sure. That'd be nice."
Charlie took her tray. "After you..."
Lavender beamed at him before walking ahead.
Charlie couldn't help admiring her body as she led them to the table. The way her hips swayed under her robes was making him think thoughts that had best stayed hidden.
Lavender sat down and wondered what she could talk about to someone so distinguished and intelligent. "You know you really didn't have to buy my breakfast."
"I wanted to," Charlie told her.
"And you wanted someone to help you eat your waffles?" Lavender asked.
"That's just a bonus," he winked at her.
Lavender laughed. "I suppose I could help you out."
"Mind if I steal a piece of your fruit?" he asked her.
"That would only be fair," Lavender said pushing the bowl toward him.
"So I take it you lot didn't know about your trip to Romania?" Charlie asked.
Lavender shook her head. "No, but I'm really looking forward to it."
"If you like, I'll give you a private tour," Charlie said flirtatiously. "You can really see the dragons up close."
The smile on Lavender's face fell. That was just great. He obviously didn't care about getting to know her. He just thought she was going to be easy. "I'll just stick with the class, thank you."
"Oh," Charlie said. "Okay... It just seemed like you were really interested in the dragons and I thought you might enjoy a more up close experience."
"I hope you realise that I take my work here very seriously," Lavender said indignantly.
"I wouldn't have implied otherwise," Charlie held up his hands. "I'm sorry- I didn't mean to offend you--"
Lavender studied him for a few moments. Maybe she'd read things wrong. "I thought that you were---never mind..."
"Thought I was what?" Charlie asked.
"Propositioning me," Lavender said looking down at the table.
Charlie studied her for a moment. "And you find that insulting?"
Lavender met his gaze. "I--I've always been looked at as the shallow girl. The one who was more into her looks and her clothes. I don't know if you know this, but my best friend died in the war. I just---losing her made me take a long look at myself and I want to do something with my life. No one believes that I can do this, but I know that I can."
"I'm so sorry to hear about your friend," Charlie replied sincerely. "It makes me admire you all the more, honestly."
"I'm sorry for overreacting," Lavender said. "My last boyfriend...he didn't believe I could do this. He said I was wasting my time. I guess I just thought that you were the same."
"I find this profession quite admirable," Charlie answered. "It takes quite a bit of discipline and bravery."
"I'm trying to work on both of those," Lavender admitted. She took her fork and stole a bite of his waffles.
"Seems to me like you're doing a pretty good job so far," Charlie pushed the plate towards her.
Lavender didn't know how he could make such an assessment given that he'd only observed her in one class, but she let that slide. She was too busy enjoying the waffles and, she had to admit, his company.