TJ came home from the Weasleys absolutely exhausted. Right before he left George had handed him a small box with a grin and said to open it later with Hermione. He'd left it on the coffee table and staggered upstairs to her bedroom, kicked off his shoes and collapsed face first on top of her bed. It wasn't even late, really, and he thought Hermione might still be at work. Who knew three children could be so hard to handle?

Molly and Arthur Weasley had been very welcoming and Molly had been delighted when he'd offered to help cook. He'd loved seeing all the magic of their daily lives. TJ felt like he'd made a good impression on Hermione's family.

He woke up confused to the feel of small feminine hands working on the buttons of his jeans. His cock took notice before he did and when he opened his eyes a crack he was reminded about where he was. Hermione was standing beside him and her head was tipped down as she struggled with his fly. Her hair fluffed up around her head like a cloud and he smiled. She made a quiet, satisfied noise when the button popped free and she was quick to slide his zipper down. His boner was not doing her any favours as she worked and he had to suppress a moan when her fingers brushed against him through his boxers. He let his eyelids fall back shut.

She moved to the foot of the bed and put her hands on his jeans at his ankles and pulled. They didn't budge and all it did was rock him against her bed. He couldn't help the smile on his face or the quiet shaking from laughing at her. She huffed. "I know you're awake now. Get up and dressed for bed. You're on top of the duvet and I'm ready to sleep."

"Aw, can't we play first?" he asked, opening his eyes to look at her. She was dressed for bed as she usually was, pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt, this set was in a pretty lilac.

She put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. "You're incorrigible when you want something, aren't you?" She shook her head and moved around the bed to her side. "Come on, TJ," she said softly.

"Fine," he whined but it wasn't in petulance so much as a tease. He rolled off the bed and shimmied out of his skinny jeans and stripped off his shirt. Before he would have gone to the bathroom to dress in the pyjama bottoms she'd given him but now he didn't bother. He crawled back under the covers in just his boxers and curled up right behind her. He pressed his boner against her ass in spite or maybe to tease, he wasn't sure.

She hummed before saying, "I don't understand you. I thought... nevermind."

"Can we do it tomorrow?" he whispered as he wiggled closer to her and got comfortable.

"I... I'll think about it."

He buried his face into her bushy hair and closed his eyes, ready for tomorrow to come.

In the morning, sunlight illuminated Hermione's bedroom. TJ rolled over and groaned. She was out of bed already. He let his hand trail down his chest and belly before rubbing against his morning wood. He hummed and closed his eyes again. He let muscle memory and pleasure take him away into a nice floaty place. He didn't hear Hermione return to the room except when she gasped at catching him with his hand on his cock. He didn't stop as he opened his eyes to look at her. She'd turned away and was starting to close the door. "You don't have to leave," he said, voice still sleep-thick.

"I'll come back when you... when you're done," she said before the door clicked shut behind her.

He sighed and closed his eyes again. How was she going to spank him if she couldn't even stay in the room with him jacking off? He let his mind wander and took his time, edging when he got close. Finally, after bringing himself close twice he let his orgasm sweep over him. He laid there for a while and might have dozed again before there was a knock on the door. "Huh? Oh, right, umm," he mumbled, looking around for a tissue. He cleaned himself up and tucked his cock back into his boxers before calling out to her. "I'm decent."

The door opened and Hermione cautiously peaked past the frame. He raised both hands to prove he wasn't touching himself before she opened the door and came in. He didn't bother getting up yet, he was still tired. She was holding the box George had given him. She joined him on the bed and opened the lid. It wasn't much bigger than her hand and he was curious about what could possibly be inside it. She grinned and tipped the box towards him, though he still couldn't see in it from where he was laying.

"You get them out."

"What?" He sat up, confused. What could possibly be in such a small box that she didn't want to touch? He reached over the side and instead of his fingers touching the bottom of the box it was just open space. "What the...?" She laughed at his reaction and he grinned back at her as he sat up. "Is this a magic thing?"

"Yes, sorry. The box has an Undetectable Extension Charm on it. There's probably a lot of things in there. Reach in and pull something out. There's no telling what he put in here." TJ did as she asked, though it was a little disconcerting to dig into the box and watch his arm disappear up to the bicep before he felt anything.

The first thing he felt was phallic in shape and he smirked. What the hell was in here? He pulled it out and watched as Hermione's eyes went wide at it. A realistic-looking dildo with a flared base. He bounced his eyebrows at her and dropped it on her lap. She squealed like she was scared of it. He dropped his hand back into the box and pulled out the next thing. Leather straps and metal rings and it took him a minute to figure out what he was looking at. He laughed a little once he did. He straightened it up, grabbing the other side with his other hand. "It's a harness," he told her. The confused look didn't immediately leave her face. "So you can peg me if you want," he explained.

"Oh," she said, looking at the leather contraption and the dildo on her lap with a more worried look. "I really didn't need to know this sort of stuff about him and Angelina. I hope they washed it."

He turned the harness over in his hands and felt the leather. He flipped it to show her, running his fingers along one strap. "It's new, see how the leather's not creased? As much as he's a prankster I don't think he'd give us, you know, used sex toys."

"I don't know, sometimes his pranks and jokes are more malicious than I'd like."

"He wouldn't have given us used toys, Hermione. Come on." He set the harness down across her thigh and dug back into the box. This time he knew what he was pulling out once he grabbed hold of it. It was a whip. The handle was braided purple leather and there were a lot of tails that were super soft. The next thing was a long black and red paddle. There was a crop with purple and red ribbons tied in a little bow at the end of the handle. A pair of handcuffs with something very soft to protect his skin came out next. There was a small box with black satin ties and a blindfold inside, too.

"Merlin, is there an end in sight? How much did he give you?"

"Us," TJ corrected as he dug around at what felt like the bottom of the box. There was a tub of something, a small bottle and what felt like a greeting card. He pulled them all out together and then pulled the little box off of her lap to tip it upside down. Nothing else came out. He handed her the bottle and the card. He tipped the tub to look at the cover. "Cool Touch Bruise Paste," he read, "Three ways to use! Cool the heated skin after a spanking, remove the bruises or both!" He unscrewed the cap and looked inside. There was a divider and on one side was a blue gel and on the other, there was a white lotion. He sniffed at it. It smelled sort of minty and floral but he wasn't able to name the scents. He looked up at Hermione who was watching him. He gestured to what was in her hands and she looked down at them like she hadn't even noticed she was holding them.

"What is... oh," she said, sounding a little disappointed. "Polyjuice Potion, right. Okay."

"What's 'Polyjuice Potion'?" he asked, he was interested in all of the toys that had come from the box but he grabbed the whip and played with the soft tails as he looked at her.

"Polyjuice Potion will turn me into someone else for an hour."

"Why would you want to do that?" he asked. She had the card open and was looking at what was inside with a frown on her face. She tipped it down to show him. On one side was a block of fancy handwriting that he couldn't read upside down. There were two pieces of hair taped down on the other.

"The black hair is from Harry and the red is probably from George himself. There's also the option of using your own hair if you're interested in that sort of thing."

"Wait, you mean...?"

"George knows your gay and he gave you the option of Harry or himself for me to turn in to if that's your thing. Or, I could turn into you."

"That puts a whole new spin on the phrase go fuck yourself, doesn't it?" He asked.

She chuckled and agreed. "Yeah. It lasts for an hour. I can pour a little in a separate cup and add the hair separately if we plan to do this multiple times."

He scooted up and leaned back against the headboard, taking the purple flogger with him to continue playing with it. "Have you used this stuff before?"

"Not in the bedroom, no, but yes I've used it a few times during the war." She picked up the handcuffs and tested the softness of them.

"Have you ever been a man before?" He wondered how odd that would be. How would having sex as someone else be?

"Yes. I turned into Harry for a bit."

"Was it weird?"

"If I had had time to think about it while it was happening yes, but as it was, I was more worried about falling off the Thestral and fighting for my life at the time, so I didn't think about it." She sighed. "All these toys and... things. It's a little nerve-wracking." She looked down at the things littering the bed between them.

"You're used to vanilla sex, aren't you?"

She blushed as she looked up at him, biting her lip. "Yes, I guess."

"Well, there's one thing that George forgot."

She looked at each of the things like she was cataloguing them. "What's that?"

"Lube. Whether you're going to peg me or fuck me as a man, we're going to need lube." As he said it, thinking about the bottle he'd bought from Amazon still in his bedside table in his apartment, another thought occurred to him. "Does your sexual preferences change if you turn into someone else?"

She shook her head, "There's a spell for lube, actually, and I wouldn't think preferences would change, no."

"Does that potion work on people like me?"

"I don't see why it wouldn't but I'd feel better researching it first. I know it works the other way, Harry's Polyjuiced into a Muggle before. Why are you asking?"

He shrugged. "Well, I could, umm, turn into you and you could be me."

Her nose wrinkled. "I don't know how I'd feel about engaging in... anything like that with you looking like me."

"Oh. I was curious what it would be like to be fucked as a girl. No big deal." He said. He offered her the flogger. "Can we try now?"

She looked nervous as she took the purple whip from him. "I, umm... yeah, okay. I guess so. How do you want to do this?"

"Well, didn't that one book you read say you should probably start with your hand as a warm up?"

"Yes," she said. Nodding. "What's your safe word?"

"We could do the stoplight thing. Green is go, yellow is slow down, red is stop?" Anticipation was curling in his gut and his cock was half hard already with the things they were discussing.

"Right," Hermione said, standing up. She picked up all of their fancy new toys and took them to her dresser. She only brought the purple flogger back with her. She took a deep breath and pulled her shoulders back and suddenly she looked confident. She contemplated him and the bed before she said, "Boxers off, please, and get on your hands and knees facing the headboard."

He did as she said, anxiety mixing with that anticipation. When he was in position he felt really exposed. Her room was cool, colder than he'd noticed now that he'd taken his last stitch of clothing off. Hermione crawled up onto the bed and knelt next to him on her knees. He could feel the warmth from her teasing along his left side. Her hands were warm when she first touched him, lightly on his shoulder and back and he jerked at the tender touch. He'd expected her to just start spanking him.

She rubbed her left hand along his shoulders and upper back and her right hand along his hip and over his tailbone before trailing her fingers down one cheek and up the other. Her touch was feather light as she did it again. Down one side. Before she went up the other, she slid her fingers down the back of his sac. He shuddered and sucked in a breath. She continued touching, his cheeks, his balls, his back, his shoulders until he relaxed a little more.

"Ready?" she asked. Her voice was quiet but he didn't have trouble hearing her.

"Yeah."

She kept her left hand on his shoulders as she pulled her right one back. The first pop was light but it still startled him a little. She caught him on the bottom of his left cheek. The second smack was a bit higher up and a bit harder. She followed those two with similar light, smacking pops on the other cheek. Then she got a little bit harder. After each swat, she let her hand linger.

The anticipation for a high like he was used to feeling with coke was starting to fade into disappointed. "Come on, Hermione hit me harder."

The next smack was hard enough to make him inhale sharply and for his hips to tuck in automatically. She rubbed the spot she'd hit for longer like she was apologising for it. He was quick to dip his back and give her more to hit but she didn't hit him that hard again. His cock was soft and he was bored. She swatted him five more times before he sighed and shook his head. "Red," he said.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said in response, pulling both of her hands back from him like she'd burned him. "I didn't mean to hurt you." She sat back down from where she was kneeling.

He rolled his eyes and flopped onto his side, tugging on the comforter to cover his soft dick. He looked at her and frowned. She was upset. Her eyes were wide and she was biting hard on her bottom lip.

"You didn't hurt me, Hermione. It..." he trailed off, unsure of what to say. Finally, he decided to just tell her. Communication was key, right? "It wasn't doing anything for me. Your hand was going to get sore before my butt was."

"Oh," she said, looking down at her hands where she was massaging the palm of her spanking hand with the fingertips of the other. "I... Maybe George was right. I'm... this... I don't know if I'm comfortable hitting you harder. I thought I was hitting you pretty hard as it was. I'm... I'm sorry, TJ." She sighed and looked back up at him. "You should get dressed. Do you... well, I... umm." She took another deep breath and stopped her rambling. "Do you want cuddles and taking care of? I mean, since it wasn't doing anything for you and all?"

"I don't think I'd ever say no to cuddles from you, you know. You're a very nice cuddler." He grabbed for her hand as she turned to get off the bed and pulled her up next to him.

"I was going to give you privacy to get dressed," she murmured.

"Is my nakedness making you uncomfortable?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her torso and laying his head on her shoulder.

"Isn't it... I mean, aren't you uncomfortable to be naked around me?" She asked, tilting her face towards him, still looking concerned.

"I'm very comfortable with my body, so no. I'm fine." He told her. He pressed his lips against her neck in a light kiss. "What's going on, hmm? You didn't seem to mind when you were washing me off or helping me with the muscle cramps."

After a long moment, she answered, "It wasn't sexual before."

"You're het, though, right? I mean, you're attracted to Bucky and, well, I look like Bucky. I mean, you had a husband. What's—" and before he could voice his question, he realised he might know the problem. "It's because I say I'm gay but I've also flirted with you, isn't it? You don't know what box to put me in. I confuse you."

He could feel the heat of her blush where he rested against her. "Umm, yeah, I guess. I don't know."

"Would it help if I told you I like men and women? That I've slept with women too? I mean, yeah, I prefer to be the receiving partner most of the time but... I've just stuck with the label they gave me when I was caught kissing a boy when I was fifteen." He shrugged and closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of having someone close. They were quiet for a while before he asked, "Even if this doesn't work, can we keep the toys?"