A/N: Thank you to everyone for reading and a special thank you for JMilz, kh.4673, StormWitch19851, and CinderellaAtTheBall for commenting on the last chapter!
And don't worry CinderellaAtTheBall, I have a pretty thick skin and I dont get annoyed easy about anything.
As a disclaimer, there is sexual content in this chapter so mind that when you read.
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Chapter 9
Harry sat in the common room while he waited for Hermione to return. He drew his knees to his chest, and waited. Minutes turned into hours and hours turned into sunrise.
Several times through the night, Harry considered looking at the map to see if Hermione was okay. If she was safe.
But that would be a betrayal. At least to Harry. She deserved her space, his conscious told him, she would tell me if something was wrong.
Harry had been drifting in and out of sleep when Hermione finally came back. The sun was above the horizon when she walked in, shoes in hand, and a thoughtful smile on her face.
Harry scrambled off of the couch, his fists on his hips, "Where have you been!" he asked "I was worried."
Hermione's eyes darted to him like she didn't even know he was there, "Sorry, Harry," she whispered, "I think I made a friend tonight."
Harry deflated slightly, his shoulders hushing over, "A friend?" Harry repeated.
Hermione nodded, "Have you been up all night waiting for me? Im sorry if you were!"
Harry walked over and put his arm over Hermione's shoulders. "Yeah, wasn't a big deal though," he lied, "just, tell me nest time, Okay? Send a potronus or something."
Harry let Hermione to their rooms, a yawn escaping him half way up the stairs.
"We have class in an hour," Hermione tsked, "we have to get ready."
Harry laughed, "Says the girl who didn't go to class for two weeks and is still passing."
Hermione stilled, her body growing ridged under Harry's touch. Harry immediately understood his mistake. Guilt constricted his chest and he tuned to her.
"Im sorry, Hermione," Harry whispered, "I didn't mean it that way."
Hermione puled away from Harry, her shoulder curling forward. "It's okay, maybe we should skip class today…" Hermione walked to her door and slipped inside her room, "I'm a little tired, I'll talk to you later."
Harry watched dumbly as Hermione shut the door in his face. He shouldn't have said it. It was too soon. He awkwardly stood in front of Hermione's doors until he was sure she wouldn't come back out.
He would apologize again later.
Harry eventually made his way over to the bed, he peeled off his cloths, and didn't bother changing into night cloths. He flicked his wand, effectively shutting the curtains and darkening the room, before setting it under his pillow.
As always, he stared at the ceiling, taking deep breaths. He tried to think of his friend in the next room, trying to understand how he could make her feel better, but his mind kept going to the Italian wizard who sat with him at the pub.
Harry thought of the entire conversation. Of Zabini in his personal space, and something stirred under the sheets.
Harry flushed, and tried his best to ignore. It didn't work.
He shot out of bed and decided that maybe a walk would help clear his head. He stepped into his shoes and walked out of the common room.
He walked down the corridors and let his fingers graze the cold, damp, stone of the castle. It was not a year ago that these hallways were painted with the blood of his friends, and his enemies.
It pained him sometimes, coming back here, but it was a double edged sword.
He and Hermione needed to be here, but he wondered if it was doing more harm than good.
Harry tried his best to avoid all other students while they walked to and fro their classes. He would duck into empty classrooms and wait until the crowds of students had gone to their next classed before he started wandering again.
The professors saw him, but said nothing. A lot of the students who fought in the final battle had opted to ditch classes and take the time to themselves. The professors saw no fault in it as long as they did their assignments and talked to the professors when things got really tough. Especially after Hermione's episode a month back.
It was safe to say the survivors were okay with the arraignment. Most still went to classes, Hermione and Malfoy were the tow who would much rather just turn in assignments and stay in their rooms all day.
At least, that's that Harry heard.
Time passed quickly and when Harry hid from the other students for the third time he stumbled on Blaise Zabini and a seventh year Ravenclaw boy in a compromising position.
The Ravenclaw was on his knees, his head bobbing on Zabini's hardened length, who had his fingers tangled in the kneeling boy's hair. Zabini's head was thrown back in pleasure, but his eyes were trailed on Harry, a small smirk growing on his lips before he released a deep, guttural moan, his body stiffening as he did so.
Harry felt heat travel to his cheeks, his loins stir, so he ran out of the small space like it was on fire. With his head downturned, he all but ran back to the common room.
Hermione had been on the couch reading when she looked up to him in surprise. Before she could say anything, Harry ran into the bathroom shouting "I need a shower!", slamming the door behind him.
He kicked off his shoes and ripped off his clothes, stepping under the ice cold spray of water.
Harry hopped that it would help his growing erection. He tentatively took hold of it, stroking himself slowly. The image if Zabini's head thrown back made Harry moan.
In his head, it wasn't the seventh year Ravenclaw on his knees, but Harry himself.
He pressed his forehead against the cool tiles, his long, slow strokes quickened as he quickly approached his climax. He bit his lip to try and suppress his moans, conscious that Hermione was in the room.
He stiffened, his body arching as he came on the white stone and hand and he couldn't stop the long, drawn out, moan that escaped him.
As he slowly came down from his natural high, he realized what he had done.
He just masterbated to the thought of Blaise Zabini. Blaise Zabini, a boy. Harry cleaned up after himself, watching his release swirl down the drain,, desperate to wash away the evidence.
He turned off the water, and stepped out of the bathroom, casting a drying charm on himself. He re-dressed in his uniform and walked down to the common room, where Hermione still sat.
"You okay, Harry?" Hermione asked, concerned.
Harry walked over and sat next to his bushy haired best friend. "I just had to… take care of something," he muttered.
Hermione nodded, "Did it turn out okay?" she whispered cautiously.
Harry flushed, looking away from Hermione out of embarrassment, "I guess so."
"Im glad then." Hermione said, a small smile on her face.
Harry nodded and stood up, wiping his clay hands on his trousers. He cleared his throat, "I'm going to the library. Want to come?" Changing the topic, "You haven't gone since we got back."
Hermione tucked her legs underneath her bum, shrugging as she looked back down at her book. "I'm find here," she whispered sadly, "You go ahead."
Harry nodded, silently glad that he would be able do research without Hermione's prying eyes. Harry said his goodbye before walking out of the door. Silently, he tricked down the hallway, thinking back to an hour ago, deciding that he would avoid Zabini as much as he possibly could.
