A/N Sorry my avid readers 3 I'm afraid I've neglected my story. School and personal things took over for a while. But no more worrries, I've got a serious treat for you all! Review this please, very curious to see how you guys reacted to this chapter :)

HERMIONE!

Hermione came out of her stupor and began to get scared. Returning from a strange world was a great feat by itself, but accidentally bringing someone back? Bloody hell.

Okay Hermione, get yourself together. You've been in worse situations before; after all, Harry Potter's your best friend! She began to formulate a plan. Edmund on the other hand was leaning against the side of the wardrobe studying her.

Slowly but surely, Hermione started peeling off her robe. Edmund met her eyes with a befuddled expression as she let the sleeves drop from her arms and on the ground. Hermione returned Edmund's confused gaze with a wicked smile as her fingers started to tug the bottom of her jumper upwards. Instantaneously, Edmund's cheeks started to taint into a deep shade of red. A superficial fit of coughs erupted from his mouth as he tried to distract himself from the fact that Hermione was currently stripping off her clothes, while they were alone, in a room he was sure no one knew about. As Hermione pulled the sweater in front of her eyes, Edmund snatched the opportunity to glance at the white button up she had underneath. Though it was loose, her hips were curved enough to reveal an hourglass figure complete with a chest that swelled through the thin material. Edmund drew in an audible gasp as he detected black lace through the small gaps between buttons. Now that Hermione's sweater was off, she too let it cascade to the ground upon releasing the grip she held it with. Now, Hermione just had her tie, sheer button up, and skirt on.

And is it me or does that skirt look shorter? Edmund wondered. He was still at the side of the wardrobe, but at that very moment, he wanted to close the gap he had with Hermione, she was that enticing. Hermione shook her curls out to give them a tousled appearance and looked at Edmund again. She was taken aback when Edmund was staring at her with a look that seemed almost like admiration and shock.

"Well? Aren't you going to come over here?" she asked him with mock innocence and a small smile. Edmund coughed once more and cocked his head at her with a still confused face.

"Um, uh, sure. I guess." Edmund uncrossed his arms and took a breath to calm his nerves. Why he was shaking so much, he didn't know. Edmund's footsteps echoed in the quiet room as he closed the distance between them two. When he was less than 7 inches away from her face, he stopped. He wanted to plant a kiss, but he decided now didn't seem like the right time. Hermione was the first to give Edmund a smirk this time. She didn't think Edmund noticed, but he had a frustrated expression that made his eyes crinkle so delightful, like he was trying to distract himself from something else. "Take off your sweater, Edmund."

Incredible. Okay, it might be the right time after all. It was only then that Edmund matched Hermione's subtle sensuous teasing. "I have no idea what you're playing at, but I'll try to keep up," Edmund said with a smirk of his own. He could hear Hermione giggle as he took his sweater off. His body underneath was as nice as Hermione imagined while he took her to his castle. His pecks showed without flexing, and his abs were even and striated as it rippled while he talked.

"You're move, Hermione."

Hermione flashed a wide grin as she took a step forward and slowly leaned towards him, her lips parted. Edmund chuckled and leaned in as well, his eyes closed in anticipation. He waited for what seemed forever; actually, it seemed like 3 minutes. Way too long for Hermione to not kiss me. Hermione's sudden loud laughter made his eyes snap open. When he opened his eyes, there was Hermione standing there holding her clothes and wearing Edmund's long sleeve. Wait, wasn't I holding my sweater? "Oy, how'd you get my shirt?!"

"I just grabbed it from your hand!" Hermione replied. "You were busy, ah, standing?" She began to giggle violently again.

Edmund, slightly perturbed and embarrassed, asked, "Yeah, yeah, don't mention it. Care to explain what our plan is now?"

Hermione momentarily stopped laughing and smiled excitedly. "Well, outside that door is the hallway of Hogwarts, I'm guessing it'll be nightfall by now judging from how long I was in Narnia. Wearing my jumper and robe will make you look like a Gryffindor student. Now you won't look suspicious at all when I sneak you in the common room and in my dormitory."

Edmund grinned. "Clever girl. But why did you have to wear my sweater when you have that nice button up on?"

Hermione blushed a little when she realized Edmund noticed how sheer it was. However, Hermione kept calm and collected as she stated, "This is my world now, and in my world you get detention for not following uniform rules. Your sweater happens to be scarlet and gold, same as my house."

Edmund's mouth opened. "We come back from another dimension and you're worried about school rules?!"

"Hey, quit making me sound prudish! How are you supposed to find your way around here if I'm not there with you?"

"Okay, you make sense there. But you're just a little prudish," teased Edmund.

"Oh? I'm sure you were waiting for me to do something promiscuous to you not long ago," Hermione said with a winning smile.

Edmund threw his hands in the air. "Fine, fine. Come on then, what was that thing about going back to Hogwarts a minute ago?"

Hermione laughed. "Alright let's go then. Put on your clothes."

While Edmund got dressed in Hermione's clothes, Hermione slowly opened the door with a small creak. Lumos. Her wand glowed a soft white light. The hallway was deserted and dark. She stepped out and Edmund followed behind. Upon closing the door, it materialized back into the wall. "Hey, Hermione did you see that?"

She rolled her eyes. Such a muggle. "Whoa, you have a wand! And it's glowing! You know, back in London I used to pretend to be able to do magic and-"

"Edmund, would you just shut up for a moment?!" Hermione whispered rather harshly.

"Hey, I'm a King," Edmund whispered back, "no one tells me what to-"

"SHHHHHH!"

"Fine, fine. At least let me hold your hand."

Hermione turned to look at him and stopped. "Why?"

"Um you see, your wand let's you see what's in front of you. I on the other hand have nothing to guide me. Makes sense, right?"

Hermione felt the nervousness she felt when she first saw him, but it was tinged with eagerness. True, Hermione was still able to think under pressure, but this strange handsome King had the potential to blank out her mind. Oh, I probably won't be near this beauty of a person ever again. She was ready to push the boundaries in their friendship. With that, she grabbed Edmund's hand.

Together, they held hands in the serene quiet of the castle as Hermione led the way to her common room. After she deemed it clear, she and Edmund sprinted to the girl's dormitory. They exchanged clothes and Hermione changed into her pajamas. She gave Edmund a pair of pajama bottoms that was far too large on her, but perfectly suited him fine. She laid out an extra pair of blankets and a pillow under her bed and motioned to the space beneath her. And in the stillness of the night, undetected by the other girls, Hermione slept on her bed and Edmund slept on the floor, both feeling lonely, both secretly wishing they were asleep with each other instead.