A/N: I know the timings are wrong but this is AU and I have author's powers.

"Take a bath, and – er – take the egg with you, and – er – just mull things over in the hot water. It'll help you think ... trust me"

Cedric's words echoed around Harry's head. It was Christmas Day: the deadline for when Hermione said he should have worked out the clue for.

Speak of the devil, there she was.

"Worked out the clue yet?" Harry managed to stutter, "Sort of." but was mesmerised by her bouncing, frizzy hair and another bouncing part.

"Harry?"

He pinched himself under the table and turned his thoughts to the question.

"Come with me tonight to the prefects bathroom. I'll be able to work out the clue there."

Hermione looked at Harry questioningly, realising what he was saying.

It all made sense. He had worked out the clue and wanted to get her alone. He must have been jealous of Krum and tried to make his move.

"I'll be there."

Harry tried to think of when he first noticed Hermione. Maybe second year after he realised how much he meant to her when she was petrified. But she hadn't really changed until he start of this year. She was beautiful to him now. He rushed up to his room and ate one of the twins' newly invented daydream charms and started to get rid of his hardness.

Hermione stared after Harry. It was weird that he had run off like that. He had always been her hero after the troll but she remembered when she knew she had feelings for him.

Hermione put her hands on Buckbeak's back and Harry gave her a leg up. Then he placed his foot on one of the lower branches of the bush and climbed up in front of her. He pulled Buckbeak's rope back over his neck and tied it to the other side of his collar like reins.

"Ready?" he whispered to Hermione. "You'd better hold on to me -"

He nudged Buckbeak's sides with his heels.

Buckbeak soared straight into the dark air. Harry gripped with his knees, feeling the great wings rising powerfully beneath them. Hermione was holding Harry very tight around the waist and she muttered, "Oh, no - I don't like this oh, I really don't like this -"

And Harry had reached one arm back placing it comfortingly on her leg. She had shivered in appreciation but then Buckbeak did a sharp curve and he held Buckbeak's neck once again. Hermione leant forwards wrapping her arms around Harry and felt a tingling in her.

She slowly pushed against Harry and tried her best not to do anything untoward. She ached all over and finally knew what the books were talking about.

Oh, the sexual tension that night in the hospital wing. Thank God for magic, transfiguration and privacy charms.

A few hours later, Hermione stood in front of her trunk. She had found the skimpy bikini she had packed in case they went in the lake in summer. 'Emphasis on the skimpy,' she decided as she admired herself in the mirror. Shaved hair and a good hint of what lies under it.

Harry waited in the prefects bathroom when he heard a familiar voice, "Hello, Harry."

Harry craned his neck to see who it was. "Myrtle?"

"You didn't visit me. You promised."

"I'm sorry but I got caught trying to sneak in there and decided not to try anymore or I'd get in trouble."

Myrtle laughed, "You all on your own?"

"No. Now go away."

Myrtle laughed and hid inside the tap before turning invisible so she would know exactly what was going on.

Hermione entered the bathroom and gasped at the amazing smell and array of taps.

"Harry?" She called.

He replied by bobbing out of the water.

A little self-consciously she slipped off her robes to reveal her bikini.

Harry stared. It certainly left little to the imagination. She was more developed than he had ever imagined and he would never admit it but he had imagined often.

She slid into the water beside him.

"The clue?" She asked.

He replied by opening the egg. They both covered their ears as screams echoed out.

"Maybe undrwater, Harry," she suggested.

They both slid under and listened to the eery voices.

Come seek us where our voices sound,

We cannot sing above the ground,

And while you're searching, ponder this:

We've taken what you'll sorely miss,

An hour long you'll have to look,

And to recover what we took,

But past an hour – the prospect's black

Too late, it's gone, it won't come back.'

They listened to it again before discussing.

"Come seek us where our voices sound. Evidently where they live," Hermione started.

"We cannot sing above the ground. What can't sing in air?" Harry questioned.

"Air. Earth. Fire." Hermione began.

"Water." They said together.

"And the rest, they've taken something and I have an hour to get it back." Harry finished.

With that talk done, Hermione wanted action. She felt like a year was long enough to wait.

"Oh dear. It is very hot in here." Hermione smirked suggestively.

"Um, I could put some cold water in."

God, he was clueless.

"Or, I could cool myself down."

She climbed out of the pool and took off her bikini top, giving Harry a good show of her perky breasts.

She slipped back in and moved to kiss him.

He responded eagerly and she ran her hands over his bare back. His Quidditch muscles were tight and strong.

Harry had no idea what was happening. Had Voldemort killed him in his sleep and he had gone to heaven?

A beautiful girl was half-naked and kissing him. His survival instincts took over and he felt her pushing into him. He fondled her and she moaned into his lips.

The vibrations caused him to shudder and he automatically opened his mouth to her.

Her practiced tongue explored his mouth and they quickly drew breath.

She used this momentary distraction to push him against the wall and strip him naked.

"Don't worry. I've had practice." She reassured him.

"Who?" He asked, slightly worried about Ron.

"Viktor."

Harry felt relief. "You have broken up though."

"Of course."

She clamped her lips around him and licked the tip before taking him deeper. He wasn't at his full length yet but Hermione was still impressed.

What her mouth couldn't reach, her hands rubbed and he was almost on the brink of release when Hermione stood up.

"Not yet. Can't have you coming before your time."

Harry groaned but soon pulled her out of the pool and took the rest of her bikini off.

He licked her out and found her spot. She moaned and arched her body towards him.

"I need you now."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm on the potion."

He gave one last stroke to himself before climbing back into the pool.

That way, it was easier to go in.

Hermione helped him position herself at her entrance and he pushed in.

He stayed there until Hermione pushed towards him and he slid in deeper. She grabbed him and they closed all of the gap and they joined together, in perfect Harmony. She grabbed him from behind and with one last push, he hit her spot and she melted into his arms. He knew he was supposed to push in and out so he did, repetitively rubbing against her spot and she moaned. He loved the wet, tightness surrounding him and as her walls closed in, he released into her.

She grabbed his hair and he finally pulled out.

A pair of ghostly eyes loved the free porn.

"Merry Christmas, Hermione,"

"Merry Christmas, Harry,"