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NUMBER FORTY: NEVER LET HARRY CATCH YOU IN BED WITH HIS NEMESIS.
Harry stood outside of the portrait leading to the Head's common room. Hermione had not responded to any of the owls, or Patronus messages he had sent. He was wrestling with himself, trying to decide if he should use the password she had given him for emergencies. With a final sigh, he whispered the password to the portrait. The man in the painting cocked an eyebrow, and looked him up and down.
"Your not one of the Heads young man."
"No, but my best friend is Head Girl, and gave me permission to use the password in emergencies. She hasn't been seen in two days, so I would think this is an emergency" Harry's voice rose over the last few words. The painting rolled his eyes.
"Very well, young man. Go ahead." Harry darted down the short hall, not bothering to close the portrait behind him. He glanced around the common room, and saw Hermione's New Years outfit trailing its way up to her room. He dashed up the stairs, and reached for her door.
"Did you hear something?" She practically moaned into Draco's ear.
"No, and right now, I don't care" she laughed, and sat up, still straddling him. He was panting, letting his hands roam her legs. She let out a soft moan, and kept moving. Their breathing was getting loud, and Hermione could feel her orgasm coming.
Harry pressed his ear against the door. He heard a moan, and whipped out his wand, ready to defend his friend.
"Alohomora" The lock clicked, and he reached for the doorknob.
"Mmmm. Merlin Hermione!" Draco clutched at her thighs, feeling the end coming. He whimpered, feeling her inner muscles clinch around him. He through his head back as he felt his world shatter.
Harry threw the door open, wand at the ready. His eyes widened as he saw Hermione's bare torso, rearing up, on top of... Malfoy.
"Oh MY GOD!" His jaw dropped. Hermione's head whipped around.
"HARRY!" she shrieked, and fell off the bed while grabbing at a sheet. Malfoy grabbed a pillow, and covered himself.
"POTTER! OUT!" Harry was still standing there, gaping like a goldfish.
"Harry, go wait in the common room. I'll be down in a minute." Hermione's voice was muffled, as she spoke from somewhere on the far side of the bed from him.
"Um, yeah... okay." Harry turned, and shut the door as he retreated to the common room.
"Mal-Draco, why don't you go shower, and hang out in your room? I have to go talk to him."She picked herself up off the floor, and sat down.
"Alright." He muttered, and sat up. He gave her a kiss, and left for the shower. Hermione pulled on a pair of cotton pajama bottoms, and a tank top, and went down to deal with the fallout.
