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Hermione's week…

Hermione was extremely sore after her night with Harry but she was just so happy to be with him that she spent the whole next day wrapped in his arms. It was like they were in their own bubble, but unfortunately Monday came soon enough along with schoolwork. It was a fairly normal week but she noticed two things… Daphne wasn't going to classes and Harry was becoming increasingly distracted as the week went on.

Sitting in the library Friday afternoon she thought back on the week. Purposely ignoring what was going on with Harry and Daphne, she mostly thought about what she was going to do. She knew she was in love with Harry but she had also come to enjoy being with Neville. No one knew that they had dated in secret the beginning of sixth year and she had started to see him again this year. He was so much more confident than he was before the war and she found it incredibly sexy. When she was with him he made her feel like the center of the world, always completely focused on her. They had had some heavy snogging sessions in the past couple of weeks but nothing like what happened last night…

She was sitting on his bed waiting for him to get back from classes and he smiled when he opened the door and saw her. He closed the door, tossed his things down and said, "Hey, beautiful. This is a pleasant surprise." He immediately began taking his robe off, then his tie, then his shirt. Hermione raised her eyebrows at him as he began unbuttoning his pants. He smirked and asked, "Like what you see, beautiful?"

She smiled and raised herself to her knees on the bed and beckoned him forward with her finger.

He looked at her curiously before moving in front of her. She ran both her hands across his chest, then down his abdomen before pushing his pants down, leaving him in just his boxers. She distractedly noticed he wore the loose fitting kind whereas Harry wore the fitted kind. He stepped out of his pants and watched Hermione check him out. He chuckled lightly and said, "It's not nice to stare beautiful."

She blushed fiercely and he grabbed her arms pulling her towards him roughly for a searing kiss. She moaned in appreciation and he pushed her back on the bed, quickly taking her shoes then her socks off and throwing them across the room. She laughed and he looked at her sternly making her stop. He waited a minute before unbuttoning her jeans and essentially ripping them off of her, making her gasp in surprise. He glared at her and she bit her lip nervously until he ordered, "Sit up."

She complied immediately and he pulled her top off and tossed it on the floor. He pushed her back on the bed and stared at her, running his eyes up and down her body making her quite uncomfortable. She started squirming under his gaze and he commanded, "Stop moving."

She bit her lip and stopped moving but she was incredibly turned on. After a minute she couldn't take it anymore and asked, "Neville?"

He glared at her and ordered "Turn over."

She looked at him questioningly but he just crossed his arms and said, "Turn over," again. She did so slowly, unsure what was going on. She felt him move her hair to the side off her back and closed her eyes at the soft touch. He began to rub her back and massage her shoulders making her moan in appreciation. She felt him unhook her bra and she lifted up as he removed it completely. He gently guided her to lie back down and he straddled over her before beginning his ministrations again, this time kissing her back softly all over. He started to lick and nip at her and she alternated between giggling and moaning. He moved further down her body and his hands started to rub her ass, softly kneading it, and she bit her lip unsure where this was going. He started rubbing her through her underwear and she let out an involuntary moan at the feeling. Taking that as his cue he grabbed one side of her panties with each hand and tugged, ripping them apart. She gasped and her eyes flew open meeting his. He smirked at her and kept eye contact while he brought the panties to his face and smelled them. She blushed something fierce and he laughed as he tossed them over his shoulder. She was completely exposed to him now and she was nervous. He pushed her gently to lie back down and began rubbing her back again. She relaxed quickly and he let his hands roam down her body freely. He spent a lot of time kissing, licking, and nipping her legs and ass, much to her embarrassment, "Neville," she squeaked out.

"Quiet," he commanded.

She bit her lip again, surprised by how turned on he was making her. She nearly screamed in surprise when she felt him spread her legs causing her to end up on her knees, completely mortified for all of one second before Neville swooped in and started licking her furiously. "Oh my god," she gasped into the bed making him chuckle.

"Do you like it when I suck you beautiful?"

She groaned into the bed and he demanded, "Answer me!"

"Y…yes," she stuttered embarrassed.

He picked up the pace and inserted three fingers into her at once, making her yelp in pain, as she was still tender. Instead of stopping he leaned forward and angled his fingers to reach deeper into her. She gasped, "Neville," in surprise and turned to look at him.

"Shhh beautiful, just relax," he said a few times until she turned around and put her head back down on the bed following his lead. He was fairly rough with her but it felt incredibly good and she was moaning quite loudly after only a few minutes.

"Ahhh …Neville… please," begged Hermione not sure herself if she was asking him to stop or to keep going.

"Come on beautiful, I want you to come for me," ordered Neville.

She squirmed around his fingers and moaned as he became even rougher with her. It was slightly painful now but also incredibly intense and she found herself pushing back against him. He nipped her ass and started licking her again as he pounded into her with his right hand while pulling her hips back with his left hand. He was squeezing her hip hard and she knew she was going to have bruises there tomorrow, but she couldn't care less as she felt her orgasm rip through her. Neville continued to lick up her juices until she couldn't stand it anymore because she was so sensitive. She moved away and crashed onto the bed, completely spent.

She heard Neville laughing and opened her eyes to look at him. He was grinning, smirking really and if she weren't so damn exhausted she would have been annoyed with him. She felt him lie down next to her and he kissed her nose softly before pulling her face towards him for a kiss. She was so tired but he insisted on kissing her. She pulled away after a minute and met his gaze. Amused he asked, "Did you like that?"

She rolled her eyes and said, "Arrogant much?"

He growled and threaded his hands through her hair pulling her back to him and kissing her roughly again. When he was finished he pulled away and said, "I have good reason to be, you came all over me."

"Neville," she gasped mortified!

He moved close to her ear and growled, "You taste fucking fantastic beautiful and I can't wait to fuck you senseless one day soon."

She gaped at him and he bit her neck then her earlobe before he pulled back and said, "Would you like that beautiful? If I fuck you senseless?"

Hermione was practically dripping she was so turned on. Holy Fucking Merlin was Neville sexy when he took control. She was unable to form words so she simply nodded in response making him grin lasciviously at her.

Back in the library, Hermione blushed, realizing she was getting turned on just thinking about it. She was in the library for Merlin's sake! She decided to head back to the common room and try to figure out what she was going to do tonight. She probably should try and talk to Harry as well since they hadn't talked much since last weekend.

Harry's week…

Harry spent most of the next day in his own world with Hermione, snuggling and kissing in bed. They were forced back to reality on Monday and Harry started to think about Daphne and what he was going to do. Perhaps he should just end things with her, after all it wasn't fair to her… but something was nagging at him and he couldn't figure out what it was. She must have been avoiding him because he didn't see her all day and when he knocked on her door that night she wasn't there. As the week progressed the nagging feeling got stronger and stronger and he became more desperate to find her and make things right between them. It didn't help that he was getting death glares from Tracey and Pansy all week. Something just didn't feel right so he did the unthinkable and approached her sister Astoria in the Great Hall Friday.

"Astoria, can I talk to you for a second," he asked nervously, noticing all the Slytherin's stop talking to glare at him?

She rolled her eyes at him and said, "No, Potter. I have nothing to say to you," before turning her back to him.

Unsure what to do, he gulped and said, "It's about Daphne."

She whipped around and yelled, "Haven't you done enough damage, Potter? Leave my sister alone!"

Surprised, Harry asked, "What are you talking about?"

She huffed, "Stupid fucking Gryffindor," and stormed away from the table, leaving him standing there like an idiot.

Several people were staring at him so he turned and left the Great Hall wondering what on earth that was all about. He went over their fight in his mind again and again but still didn't understand. Why would Daphne's sister be mad at him? Was Daph bothered that much that he wouldn't have sex with her? He felt like he was missing something. He needed to talk to Daphne and figure out what was going on…if he could just find her. So he began searching the castle for her. He searched for hours without success and returned to his common room slightly desperate, practically mowing people over to get to her bedroom. He knocked and knocked and knocked with no response. Where was she? He banged his head on the door and slid to the floor in front of it, determined to stay here until she got back. It was Friday night; surely she was going to come back to her room to get ready to go out.

As the time passed he realized how unsettled he was. He thought about Daphne, what she looked like when she laughed, when she was angry. What she looked like in the throes of passion. He replayed their argument over and over again in his head, wondering what he missed. Why did thinking about her make him feel like someone was sitting on his chest?

Several people had noticed him sitting on the floor in front of her door and looked at him strangely. A few even tried to talk to him, but he just grunted at them and they quickly realized he wasn't in the mood to talk. Hermione even stopped when she noticed him and watched him curiously for a minute before heading to her room.

Finally Harry couldn't take sitting there anymore, and on a whim decided to try her door. It was unlocked so he entered it slowly, feeling out of place without her with him. He looked around confused. Why did it look exactly like it did last weekend? He noticed his socks and shoes where he left them, her clothes still on the floor where they had been tossed. He walked around her room feeling somewhat sick. He covered his mouth, feeling quite nauseous. Had she gone somewhere? What if something happened to her?

"Finally noticed she's gone, have you," sneered Draco from the doorway?

He whipped around and asked desperately, "Where is she?"

Draco was shocked to see there were tears running down his face. He gaped at Harry in response, which infuriated Harry and he yelled, "DAMNIT MALFOY! WHERE IS SHE?"

Draco recovered and said, "She's staying with her sister in the Slytherin dorms. She's been there all week."

He was barely finished talking when Harry stormed past him. There was a crowd in the common room and he heard several people gasp when they saw him. He heard Hermione call him, "Harry?" but he didn't stop. He wasn't sure what was wrong with him. Why did he feel like he couldn't breathe? He practically ran to the Slytherin dorms and scared some first year half to death when he demanded to be let in. Once inside the common room became completely silent. He looked around but didn't see Daphne anywhere, "Where's Daphne?"

No response. They all just gaped at him and he yelled, "ANSWER ME!"

People started coming down from the dorms to investigate what was going on and he yelled, "Damn it, I know she's here!"

"What the fuck Potter," sneered Astoria storming down the stairs to get to him?

"I know she's here, Astoria, I want to see her," demanded Harry.

"Fuck you Potter. She doesn't want to see you," growled Astoria.

He ran his hands through his hair in frustration and looked around him trying to figure out what to do. He noticed that his Slytherin roommates had come. He wondered why were they looking at him like he was crazy? He growled and demanded, "I want to see her!"

Astoria pushed him back and yelled, "I don't give a fuck what you want Potter! Leave. My. Sister. Alone."

He was desperate. He had to see her. "DAPHNE,"he yelled heading to the dormitory stairs. He climbed the stairs two at a time yelling, "DAPHNE," repeatedly with Astoria and half the Slytherin's following.

A door flew open and Daphne looked out shocked and said, "Harry?"

He acted on impulse and practically toppled her with the force of his hug. Shocked she just stood there looking desperately at her sister over Harry's shoulder. He was muttering but she couldn't understand anything he was saying. Finally she managed to push him away and stepped back from him. She gasped when she saw the tears running down his face, "Harry?"

He looked at her, really looked at her. Her eyes were red and puffy and she looked exhausted. Her hair wasn't done but just pulled back in a ponytail and she had on sweats. He had never seen her like this before. He tentatively reached out and touched her face, rubbing his thumb across her cheek and whispered, "Daphne."

She started to cry and he pulled her into his chest, kissing the top of her head and rubbing her back, "I'm so sorry, Daph."

She was sobbing now and he held her tighter and asked desperate, "Tell me what's going on Daphne, please."

She shook her head back and forth in denial and he begged, "Please. I don't understand. I've been looking for you all week. I just thought you needed space but then tonight I couldn't take it anymore and I went into your room and it looks like you haven't been there all week. Then Malfoy said you were staying here and I don't understand, Daph. Please tell me what's going on."

She pulled away enough to look up at him, her eyes big and wide and she choked back her sobs, "I still don't know how it happened…it just snuck up on me… and it hurts so much. I can't get rid of this feeling and I hate it!"

He was so confused, "Daph, please, I don't understand?"

She sniffled looking down at the floor, and said quietly, "Somewhere, somehow, I managed to fall for you Harry… I think I fell in love with you."

In that moment Harry realized why it felt like someone was sitting on his chest, why he was sick thinking of something happening to Daphne. He staggered under the weight of his realization and whispered, "I…I think… I love you too Daph."

She sobbed and threw herself in his arms and he closed his eyes feeling so much better than he had all week. How did this happen? What about Hermione? Was it possible to love the both of them? What was he going to do?

Astoria and a fair number of Slytherin's stood in the hallway in shock. They watched in morbid fascination as Daphne pulled Harry down for a kiss. They both had tears streaming down their face. It was such a tender kiss, obviously filled with love that Astoria felt like they deserved some privacy. She stepped forward and pulled the door closed making some whine in protest as they trekked back downstairs. She stood surrounded by Draco, Blaise, Pansy and Tracey; all completely surprised by the scene they just witnessed.

Author's note: So what do you think? Hermione and a very dominant Neville! Harry's in love with two girls! What's next for our confused duo?