Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
"Night 'Mione" Harry would say every night after a long day at the Ministry before he would turn back and hop on the Muggle way of transport called a train.
Oh how I hated it when he would just say goodnight and go. Maybe if just once he would realize that I really don't want him to go, but quite on the contrary, I want him to come home with me.
But that's not going to happen, so I just answer with "Night Harry" and walk home to my one bedroom flat in London.
"Maybe tomorrow" I think to myself before I collapse on the comfy couch in my living room.
Say Goodnight and Go
"Why is it always 'Goodnight, 'Mione' Ughh, can't you think of something better to say Potter?" Harry Potter scolded himself as he sat back down in his seat on the Muggle train. Today had been a long and very hard day at work. Yes defiantly hard in more ways then one.
Yes being the Head of the Auror department was a hard and demanding job, it, of course, was not the reason for his hardness right now.
Harry repositioned himself in his seat trying to get more comfortable, this predicament was surely painful, but once he was home, in his own one bedroom flat, everything could be taken care of.
Even if he wished that he could be 'taken care of' at Hermione's flat.
Once Harry made the trip home successfully he stripped off his clothes on his walk to the bathroom. Finally having his pant off, and his hardness released he groaned in pleasure. Lightly wrapping his hand around himself he started the shower and hopped in. While the hot water relieved the tension in his muscles, he used his hand to relieve the tension between his legs that that damn Hermione had caused him. Man, he was getting sick of this routine.
There's just a taste of what this fic should have to offer.
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- PerfectPotter