"Ms. Granger! You had my trust!" McGonagall said, raising her wand at Hermione.

"I-I haven't done anything, Professor!" Hermione screamed.

"You have violated the rules! You cannot teach only the ones you wish. You must teach all six of them about sexual education. You have been replaced!"

"No! I can do better!"

"I'm afraid not! Your replacement is Cho Chang. She is much prettier than you, not to mention her assets are much larger. Good day, Ms. Granger."

"Wait! Please! Give me another chance!"

"Did you give him a chance!?"

"I don't know who you're talking about!"

"You lying filthy Mudblood! You betrayed him and left him for—."

"Don't say it! It's not true!"

"Ms. Granger, you're trial will be held tomorrow. If you do not attend, a warrant will be issued for you arrest. Wanted: dead or alive." Cornelius Fudge had entered the scene.

"No! I was already tried! I was found innocent!"

"You speak absurdly. I will not permit a dangerous student at my school." Dumbledore was there as well.

"Please! I'm sorry!"

"Aveda Kadevra!" Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Fudge said in unison.

Hermione awoke with a start. She was sweating uncontrollably and had tears in her eyes. She didn't want to awaken the other girls in her dormitory, so she slipped into the Common Room. She sat in front of the fire and began crying slightly louder. She heard a door close and then footsteps as she turned around to see Harry standing there.

"Oh, what are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"I-I might ask you the same thing." Hermione cried.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked her, rushing to her side.

"Nothing. I just had a bad dream." Hermione got control of her emotions.

"Oh. Whenever I have a bad dream, I just try to think of the good things."

"Which are?"

"Well, loads of things. The first time I road a broom, the only memory I have of my mother and father. The—."

"You only have one memory of them?"

"Well, yeah, I mean I was only one when they died. In fact, I don't even know if the memory is real."

"There's nothing like that for me. My parents are good, but they don't even know what it's like here."

"You mean they think you have friends."

"How did you know?" Hermione's voice broke.

"I keep telling you, I know you a lot better than it seems. I'm just not very good at talking to girls."

"Well, there's nothing to be afraid of around me. In fact, you might not have to see me again, I think I'm going to quit teaching sexual education."

"What? No, you can't. I mean, I barely enjoy doing it with you, but if it was someone else it would just be odd. I'd never be able to look them in the eye."

"You really want me to keep doing it?"

"Yes. Besides, I think I'm the only friend you've ever had."

"Not exactly."

"What? You've had a friend before?"

"Oh my, I better get back to bed. I have to be wide awake in order to teach—."

"Hermione. What happened to your friend?"

"Look, Harry, it's a long and complicated story. And, on top of that, I don't know if I'll ever be ready to tell someone."

"Well, if you ever want to discuss it, I'd be glad to talk it over with you."

"Out of curiosity. No one will ever really care."

"I do care. I've confided things in you, can't you confide in me?"

"Perhaps. But like I said, I'm just not ready."

"I respect that. I really do, but you can't spend your whole life pushing people away. Sooner or later, they're going to come in. It may as well be willingly, and not by force."

Hermione stood up and crossed the room. She reached the stairs to the girls' dormitory and hesitated. She turned around and saw that Harry was gone. He was right. She had to let somebody know eventually. She had lied to herself, telling herself that it would only hurt more if someone knew. Deep down, she knew that if somebody did know, it would indeed ease the pain. She just hadn't found the right person. Perhaps it would be Harry, or, perhaps, it could be Draco.

Hermione returned to sleep and awoke with a clear, new line of thought in the morning. She had decided to tell whoever she chose as the winner of sexual education. She figured if they won, then she liked them and she trusted them. That didn't necessarily mean they liked her though. She trudged down to breakfast and walked to her classroom. She wasn't the first one there. In fact, she was the last.

"Good morning, everyone. Now, I will be eliminating one of you today." Hermione explained. "I'm afraid it will be you Seamus."

"What? That's got to be a bloody joke. You can't be serious." Seamus whined.

"But I am. So, goodbye. I'm sorry, but you just didn't make it. But just because you didn't please me, doesn't mean you can't please other girls."

"This is rubbish. Not just this class. You're rubbish as well."

"Well, luckily, just because you say something doesn't mean it's true. Good day."

"Fine. Come on Dean." Seamus said as he walked to the door. "Dean?"

"Er, I wasn't dismissed." Dean said slowly.

"Fine. Great to know who your friends are." Seamus slammed the door behind him.

"Look, Dean, you better go. Sexual education isn't worth your best friend." Hermione said.

Dean considered this for a moment, the he turned and ran towards the door. He shut it behind him and ran out of sight. Hermione turned back to Ron, Harry, and Draco. Ron was staring at her the way he always did, like a puppy. It actually kind of grossed her out. Draco was staring at her like he wanted to fuck her then and there. Harry was staring at her with a wanting in his eyes. Not a wanting for sex, more like a wanting to talk.

Hermione couldn't push the look he was giving out of her mind, and had Harry follow her to another room. She didn't bother with putting up privacy spells, they were just talking. She sat down and watched Harry closely as he sat down opposite her. He pulled out a giant book and placed on his lap.

"I didn't see you at breakfast." Hermione started.

"I was at the Library." Harry said.

"Was there something you needed to tell me? You had an urgent look in your eyes."

"Yes. I was at the Library with this book. I got it from the Restricted Section. And no, I didn't have permission."

"What's the book for?"

"It's called A Complete and Thorough History of Hogwarts Happenings. It's bewitched to write itself if something new happens. So more is constantly being added."

"Harry. What did you find in that book?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"I found the reason you don't have any friends. And I found what happened to your old friend. There's a reason that book is in the Restricted Section, there are some shocking things in there."

"Harry, before you say anything else, you have to understand, Dumbledore told me it wasn't my fault. He said—."

"I know what he said. It's all in here. And I don't hold anything against you, Hermione. I just can't believe why you would hide it. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Harry, he died—."

"But it wasn't your fault."

"Yes it was! It was all my fault." Hermione broke down into tears.

"Hermione, I believe everybody deserves a second chance, and I also believe you never left your first."

"That wasn't very poetic. But I understand what you mean. Are you saying I should have tried again with a new friend?" Hermione asked.

"Yes. And I'd be more than willing to help."

"That's kind, Harry, but I can't allow it. There's no telling what might happen."

"There's no telling what might happen if we don't give it a try."

"Harry, it'd be placing you directly in danger."

"It's not up to you. I'll do it without your approval."

"Harry."

"What?"

"Let's have sex."

"But don't you want to—."

"No. Let's have sex. Long and hard. I need you inside me." Hermione commanded.

"But—."

"Harry, I know you don't like sex much, but I'll show you how to enjoy it." Hermione said sternly.

Hermione lifted her shirt above her head as Harry gulped deeply. She unhooked her bra and revealed her breasts to him. He placed his hands on them and purred slightly. Hermione giggled and moved to sit on his lap. She felt his dick trying to get to her, wondering if she would have to be the one to release it from his jeans.

She placed her right breast in his mouth and felt his hot, uneven breaths on her. She gasped as his tongue slipped across her erect nipple, and then back again. He did this for thirty seconds before growing tired and sucking her nipple roughly. She threw her head back and pressed his head against her breast more, his mouth now full of her soft, warm skin.

She couldn't help but get wet as he started sucking her entire breast. She shivered as he teased her thigh with a slight brush of his hand, resulting in her panties being spoiled even more. She stood on her knees and slipped her shorts and panties down her legs. She replaced herself on his lap and watched as he struggled to remove his jeans and boxers. Eventually, he did resulting in his dick being an inch away from penetrating her delicate body.

She stared into his eyes and nodded her approval. He stuffed his dick into her warm, soft, pink flaps, causing a slight moan of pleasure from both of them. Hermione placed her hands on his back, digging her nails into him. As he was sitting in a chair, Hermione started moving her body up and down. The feeling of his dick sliding in and out of her was enough to make her cum, had he not started kissing her, driving the thought out of her head.

After minutes more of this, Hermione couldn't contain herself any longer, she came onto Harry's dick, which was still moving in and out of her, due to the fact that Hermione didn't want to stop it. She continued kissing him, until he broke apart and gasped loudly. She stared at him confusedly, wondering what he was doing, and then she felt his warm liquids spurt into her body. She gasped as well, although it could have been considered a moan, and collapsed against him.

"Hermione? Wh-What if you just got pregnant?" Harry asked with horror.

"I-I don't know. Hopefully I didn't. But that's all we have. Hope. If I did, then we'll be spending a lot more time together than we thought."

"It's not funny. Don't joke."

"I'm sorry, Harry. I just don't think I'll be pregnant. I just have a feeling."

"Yeah, well, until we're for sure, I'm going to be worrying myself half to death."

"That's okay. It's cute when you worry."

"So you think I'm cute?"

"I thought that was established?"

"You said maybe. Now you're not afraid to admit it?"

"Maybe. I'll see you later. I'm calling it an early lesson today. Will you tell the others for me?" Hermione pleaded.

"Sure."

Hermione hopped off of him and dressed herself as he did. They walked over to the door and he opened it, waiting for her to exit first. She turned and hugged him tightly, placing her hands behind his back. When she retracted, she held her hands behind her back, walking away smiling at him. When she turned she placed her hands in front of herself. She had to be careful he didn't see. She had to be careful he didn't see that she had stolen his book from the Library.

She rushed to the Common Room and up to her dormitory. She closed the door and placed herself on her bed. It was eleven o'clock in the morning and she had all day to read this thing. She figured it wouldn't take him long to notice it was gone, so she settled in for a long day of refuge in her dormitory; boys could not enter the girls' room. She flipped open the book to a random page and started reading:

October 2nd, 1945.

Today, in the Library, Professor Morono caught Jade Frontwheel writing stories about her and Edward Rodriguez spending a day together in a bathroom. As I myself reside in the Library, I overheard that nitwit Morono ask her what the words "ass" and "cock" had to do with Edward. Stupid old timer thought she was talking about a Donkey and Rooster.

Hermione hung her mouth open in disbelief. In Hogwarts, A History Sullivan Morono was portrayed as a very bright, handsome, powerful wizard who thwarted illegal student operations. Hermione wondered how accurate this book was as she flipped the pages. She assumed there was only one way to find out. And that was to read what the book said about herself. She flipped the pages.

September 29th, 1991

I observed closely as that Hermione Granger ran into the Library today. She only has that one friend, the handsome little boy known as Robert Rover. It's a shame really, handsome boy, ugly name. Anyways, she was trying to hide from him. So she figured she would slip into the Restricted Section next to me. Robert figured that was where she would hide though. He knew her well even though they had only been friends for a few weeks. Now, as he was creeping closer to her, she grabbed a book off the shelf and threw it at him. Devastating really, it unleashed a whirlwind that was so strong it gripped him up and slammed his neck into the ceiling. She blames herself for his death. Everyone tries to tell her that the book killed him, but she insists it was her fault. Anyways, this incident was hushed up and only the staff, the girl, and myself know about it. She has since distanced herself from everybody else. She thinks she will cause another death if she makes a friend. A foolish thought really, she simply has to not grab a random book and throw it. That way there would be no whirlwinds to break her friend's neck. Anyways, I hope she gets over her ridiculous fear. I like that girl.

Hermione shut the book slowly and took deep breaths. The book had recorded exactly what had happened. In fact, it told the story with more unbiased truth than anybody. Hermione realized with joy that it wasn't her fault that Robert Rover had died. It was the book's fault. While, true she did throw it, that didn't make her the murderer. Hermione slipped off her bed and picked up the book. She was going to have a talk with Harry.

She crossed the room and entered the Common Room. Harry wasn't there, which hopefully meant he was looking for the book in that room. Hermione started running at once. The sooner she talked about it, the sooner everything would be better. Hermione stopped when she reached the room and entered. Harry was indeed looking for the book.

"Looking for this?" Hermione asked, holding up the book.

"How did you get that? I-I, why are you returning it?" Harry asked.

"I've been thinking about what you said. And what the book said. I didn't read that much, but it was enough to convince me I was wrong all along. I've been foolish to distance myself."

"Is this your way of apologizing?"

"Apologizing for what?"

"Not talking to me sooner."

"Oh, yes. I'm definitely sorry I didn't become your friend sooner."

"So we're friends now?" Harry asked, amused.

"There's no way we aren't going to be. Remember what you said about everybody else watching you because you're Harry Potter? And then you said I was watching you because I liked you? You were right."

"I told you, I know you better than you think."

"So, is this going to interfere with the sexual education?"

"What? No. I've actually begun to enjoy it. I think it's only because of you though."

"Harry James Potter, whoever said you don't know how to talk to a girl was a fool."

"Right. Well, since we're friends now, you definitely have to help me with my homework."

"As long as you help me with Prefect duties now. I'm fairly sure I was the only one doing them."

"Deal." Harry grinned.

Hermione smiled back, fully content with herself for the first times in years. While she was sure her happiness would blow off, and Harry and her wouldn't remain that happy forever, she was positive her life had taken a change for the better. She was also forming an insane idea where she gets Draco Malfoy to ask her out on a date. She felt as if there wasn't anything she couldn't do.

Hermione ate lunch with Harry that day. Just the two of them. The annoying watchers who normally lingered around Harry were nowhere to be seen. Hermione figured it was her who had scared them off, although she didn't know why. She wasn't upset though, she wasn't locking herself up anymore, but that didn't mean she was anymore social. She was still the same old Hermione.

In fact, she proved that later that day in the Common Room. She was helping Harry study for History of Magic. It was nine o'clock and they were two of twenty-four people in the Common Room. The only difference was that they were having fun, laughing at Fred and George Weasley.

"Hermione, I don't need to study if we don't have History of Magic for another two weeks! We have sexual education for eleven more days!" Harry begged to be left alone.

"Harry! You can never prepare too much. If you want to be successful, then you must study."

"Hermione, I'm glad we're friends, but maybe I take back what I said about us studying."

"Harry Potter! If you fail History of Magic, I don't want to see you at my feet asking for help!"

"You won't! Now, maybe we should study alone. Which, of course, means I won't be studying at all until we actually have class."

"Fine. But you better study for sexual education."

"How do I study for that?"

"I'm sure you can figure that out in your own. Goodnight." Hermione stood up and went to bed.