Author's Ramblings: By the time you read this, the first ones probably been edited... And I'm sorta working on an original story, plus, it'll go to LiveJournal... Kai.

Disclaimer: Inever owned Harry Potter, but in my dreams, I would.


Chapter 2: Oblivious Thoughts


Hermione lay awake on her bed thinking about how many disappointments she'd had with herself. She had invited Harry to knit House-Elf hats with her on the night Ron got into the Quidditch team. After all, it was a bad idea, she thought, And he was thinking about the pain on his scar, I should have just comforted him rather than use my effing SPEW. She had enjoyed herself last term, and she lay a little longer on her bed thinking about it:

Oh, what should I do... the tempted witch in charge of Harry's medication thought, Well I've seen some before. Oh, but only in anatomical books... The girl watching over Harry - who lay naked on a bed, whose organ was barely covered by a blue bowl - was pushed to her limits. She laid her book, Evolution of Magic, book down and unconsciously strode towards Harry's bed. She bent low over the bowl, her bushy lockes barely touching Harry's skin. She would not take her eyes off his face.

Harry shifted his head. Hermione pulled back slightly over him. Slowly, she cluthed the frame of the blue bowl, lifted it carefully and-

'Hermione! What are you doing!' a perplexed Ron cried.

Hermione felt nauseous, she felt so embarassed. Oh my god, she thought, is it really that big? 'U-uh, experimentation...?' she stuttered. Harry opened an eye partially to check if he can wake. Harry rose to see Hermione's hands next to his balls, her fingertips nearly brushing his pubes, and her eyes bloodshot on it. He said: 'H-Hermione, w-what are-you-doing?' Hermione fled out of the room, fully aware of what was happening, she thought, At least I saw most of him, his Quidditch-worked chest, tanned calves. Oh, Hermione stop it!

Meanwhile, back at the infirmary, the dazed Harry hurriedly put on his pyjamas, without his boxers - just in case, and just as he was buttoning his shirt, Madame Pomfrey burst into the room screeching: 'What in the world are you doing?' And her screams as loud as Sirius' mother she continued: 'Where the hell is that girl? She should have applied that ointment half an hour ago! Drink this boy!' As she said these last words she lifted a bubbling green salve to Harry's lips. Harry felt the sticky solution slide down his throat before he heard no more.

Hermione lay awake on her bed sweaty and wet with something from down below. She had relived that day entirely in her dreams, just without the part where he Obliviated Harry. She could have trusted Ron. She had to talk with Harry, and she lay a little longer on her bed awake:

Three days after the incident, Harry ran straight to the library, the place where he would find Hermione. He had skipped Snape's class just to talk to her about what had happened. Aisle three..., Harry thought, surprised at finding no Hermione present, he slumped on the left bookshelf.

How much could she have seen? Harry thought, wondering at how she would rate his. He got insecure and worried, Had she seen others? Is it too small? He clutched his zipper - Nobody's here... Good. He stuffed his hand in and observed the organ in his hands. He thought it big enough, but still uncontented, he observed it for a few more minutes. He zipped his pants up again. Hermione came up the aisle carrying a pile of books covering her forehead. Erghm! Harry grunted, but disappointed at Hermione's inaction. Erghm! Hermione still wouldn't notice. 'Ahem, if your trying to avoid me, just tell me OK?' Harry said finally. Hermione was startled, she stumbled and was almost face to face with Harry's groin, she tried to run but got caught by the shoulders.

'Talk to me Hermione.' he said, 'Err... How much did you see? W-well, Was it... you know, err, up to standards?' 'U-uh, Harry, well, it's the first I've seen, so well... It's pretty big.' Hermione replied, feeling Harry's insecurity growing. 'It's probably bigger than Ron's...' Hermione added.

'Err... Well Ron is taller.' Harry said, confidence growing.

'Well I suppose, but... Your feet are bigger?'

'Aha! So you do think mine's bigger!' Harry exclaimed with an expression of triumph on his face.

'Well, maybe yours is substantially bigger, and I'll never look at Ron's' Hermione concluded, whose face was blushing hotly.

'You have to give me something in return,' Hermione looked worried, 'Or actually, show, me.'

'Show you what?' Hermione asked, stammering now she said, 'Y-Y-You m-mean m-my, m-m-m-y ...'

'No, No! Your breasts.'

'Y-You m-mean b-boobs for a penis ...'

Hermione felt nauseous for the second time, her head grew heavier, her consciousness wavered, then she turned to Harry again, and said, 'Well, a-about, 10 seconds?'

Harry thought foe half a moment, then replied, '15, to get it over with.'

'Ten, or none at all. Deal?'

'Deal.'

Harry's nervous feelings grew. Then as Hermione was unbuttoning her dress, Harry could almost sense her squirming and raving inside.

'One.'

Harry was surprised she counted at once, he wanted to exclaim but Hermione said,

'Three.'

He had surprised he had skipped a number. Four. He looked at her chest more intently now. Five. He looked at the beautiful, kisses sloped breasts. Six. Those milky white teardops.

'Seven.'

'Eight.'

Harry's arousal grew quick, but too late. Nine. He stammered to say he wasn't ready yet just as Hermione said,

'Ten.'

'I-I wasn't ready yet! P-please, err... Hermione, I-I'll...' He forced himself to think of something, he couldn't think it was then when Hermione hurriedly buttoned her blouse and walked unsteadily out of the aisle.

'Hermione!' Harry called out to a girl that seemed too distant, but Hermione turned and spoke aloud,

'If you want to see more, Harry, you... should show me first. Kai?' Hermione took a step forward and pointed her wand at Harry.

Obliviate!