A/N: So, I know I still have to update All Because of You, and promise, I am working on the next plot lines, but I just had to get this five chapter rom-com out there first…

This will be a short one, 5 chapters max.

Hope you enjoy it.

SEDUCING HERMIONE

By: tweety-src-clt9

Chapter One

Raging hormones are a natural blessing and burden for teenage blokes. But for a 28-year-old man, it was just plain sad. It is even worse if that said man is dubbed as the most eligible bachelor in the wizarding world who supposedly has all the witches flinging their knickers at him. Harry Potter sighed as he comfortably sits on his large four poster bed, pants down and a hand on his hard cock leisurely stroking up and down while reading the cover story of Witch Weekly. Merlin! I am so going to hell for this, he mentally chided himself while continuing to masturbate as he reads about the feature on his best friend.

It started innocently enough. He was just so excited to read about Witch Weekly's feature story on the youngest ever head of the Department of Magical Law and Enforcement, Hermione Jean Granger. Hermione, his best friend of too many years, has steadfastly changed the game for wizarding law and quickly rose to the ranks with that brilliant mind of hers. While reading the cover story, he started feeling hot and bothered as he read about the wizarding world's alpha woman who also happens to be the object of his deepest sexual desires. Hermione, five-foot seven curly haired brunette with the big chocolate brown eyes and the most lusciously curvaceous body he has ever seen. Damn, his grip on his cock hardened and he stroked faster as he closed his eyes and imagined what he would do to Hermione if he had her on his bed, all naked and sweaty.

"Hermione", he groaned as he continued to pleasure himself as he pictured a naked Hermione laying on his bed with her legs spread wide and his hard cock pounding deep inside of her tight virgin cunt. He was so lost in his fantasy as he felt himself nearing his peak that he didn't hear the light knocking.

"Fuck!", he moaned as he felt himself nearing the edge.

"Harry!", a voice called out that suspiciously sounded like the woman in his fantasies. Thinking that it was just his imagination, he continued to pleasure himself as he felt his release getting closer and closer.

"Harry, open up!", the voice was louder this time and he opened his eyes. His hand on his cock stilled, shit!

"Hermione?", he called in a husky voice as he felt himself sweat even more, this time due to anxiety of being caught.

"Harry, open up!", she pounded the door harder this time.

"I'm busy Hermione!", he yelled back.

"Just let me come in for a bit, this won't take long", came her insistent reply.

"No! No! Don't come in!", he said with panic. Fuck! She can't come in and see me masturbating to a feature article about her.

"Why the panicky voice, Harry? You don't have company, do you?", came the teasing voice outside his door.

"Just, just wait in the library or something. I'll be… I'll be with you in five… er maybe ten minutes", he replied and started to stroke his cock again. He was too far gone to stop now. If he doesn't reach his peak before seeing her, heaven knows what he might do. He might snog her senseless or worse, drag her into his room to fulfill his fantasies.

"Fine! I'll be at the library", she said with a huff and he breathed a sigh of relief. When he heard her footsteps, his stroking got faster once again and he pointed a finger to cast a silencing charm towards the door. A few minutes later, he screamed her name and exploded.

"I really should stop this", he whispered to himself as he was catching his breath after shooting his load. He knew that he should never use Hermione for his sexual needs, well, imagine a naked Hermione rather, but he just couldn't help it. Every time he touches himself with thoughts of her, he always feels guilty but then he does it again anyway. It all started way back at Hogwarts on their third year when one morning, he woke up with a semi hard-on and he unconsciously stroked it. That time, as he was closing his eyes he remembered that he has to get ready early since he was to meet Hermione for breakfast, and when he thought of her, his thirteen year old self began imagining what it would feel like if it was Hermione's much smaller dainty hands that was moving up and down his hard-on. With that thought in his mind, he gasped in surprise as he shuddered when he climaxed. That was the first time he "abused" his best friend. Of course, he liked other girls. There was Cho in some parts of his fourth year and fifth year. Ginny during his sixth year. But even then, his favorite fantasy is a naked submissive Hermione on his bed.

Two years after the war, he finally realized why his deepest sexual fantasy (that made him come so hard all the bloody time) is all about the bossy know-it-all, Hermione Jean Granger. He realized it one night after wanking again to thoughts of her, that he was hopelessly and irrevocably in love with her. He had been in love with her for years and he didn't know it. My thirteen-year-old dick got it right all along, was his very thought upon realizing the truth of his feelings. After a three-month relationship with Ginny post war and then seeing random women, he finally realized it one night that it is always going to be Hermione for him. He had that realization nine years ago and he still didn't grow some bloody balls to confess his feelings.

Despite knowing that she is always going to be the woman for him, he still dated other women occasionally. Just for fun and for well, baser needs. His flavors of the month kept him sane, if he didn't have them, he might just go to Azkaban for raping Hermione or well, he'll die trying since he knew that Hermione would fight him all the way if he ever tried to act out on his fantasies. Hermione never showed any indication that she liked him or any other bloke for that matter. She only dated Ron for a month after the war and once they've broken up, she's never dated anyone else ever since. She was just too damned focused on her career which obviously paid off but still! When will she finally see that he is just there, waiting around the corner for her to marry him? Due to Hermione's lack of a love life, there were a few people who speculated on her sexual preferences. Admittedly, he would have those worries himself if only he didn't know of her being obsessed with Colin Firth, Hermione's favorite actor due to the 1995 mini-series, Pride and Prejudice. Hermione could go on and on and on about how Colin Firth is the perfect Mr. Darcy.

Knowing that Hermione would probably just barge in if he doesn't come to the library soon, he casted cleaning charms on himself, wore his pants, and hurriedly fixed his disheveled shirt and left his room to see the very oblivious love of his life.

"Harry! Merlin! What took you so long?", Hermione playfully rolled her eyes as he approached her and then sat down on the couch.

"Gee, 'Mione I got here as fast as I could", he said sarcastically which made her chuckle.

"Sorry to have bothered you on a date night Harry but I -"

"Date night? What are you talking about?", he asked in confusion.

"You know, that girl in your room."

"Hermione, there is no girl in my room. You know that I haven't been seeing someone for the last ten months", he told her.

"Then why didn't you –"

"I was busy that's why I can't let you in my room awhile ago", he explained with a shrug.

"Busy with what? You always allow me access into your room, unless…", she wasn't able to finish her sentence and suddenly burst out laughing. He playfully pinched her left arm which made her laugh harder.

"You! You! You - were - wanking weren't you?", she continued to laugh out loud in between the words. Harry was blushing but he snorted.

"So? All men wank Hermione. Get over it!", he scoffed.

"Merlin! It's a good thing I didn't just force myself to enter. That would've been awkward", she was still laughing as she said that.

Awkward would have been the least of your worries if you entered my room, sweetheart, he thought with a smirk. Despite her laughter, she caught the smirk so she elbowed him.

"Must be some fantasy huh?", she teased.

"Oh, you have no idea!", he grinned wickedly while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Argh! It's times like these when I remember you are just a normal average horny bloke", she snorted.

"My dear, sweet, innocent, Hermione. The world is full of normal average horny blokes, get over it", he patted her head patronizingly.

"I know. Where is Mr. Darcy when I need one?", she said with a sigh.

"'Mione, you do know Mr. Darcy is just a book character, right?"

"Oh, I know. It's just, well, can you blame a girl for being a silly romantic? Mr. Darcy is like the perfect man after all", she explained.

"Hermione, somewhere out there is your Mr. Darcy just waiting for you to notice him", he sighed.

"And how would you know?", she challenged with an eyebrow raised. He leaned forward so that he could stare deeply into her chocolate brown eyes, "Believe me, 'Mione. I know", he whispered and he saw her get flustered before looking away. Yes! That's the first time she's ever reacted that way! I might just have a chance after all.