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Chapter 1

Harry Potter was a happy camper. He was on his way with his best friend, Hermione Granger to check out their new suite which was exclusively used by the Head Boy and Head Girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry was happy that he'd finally get his own room, but Hermione was bouncing with excitement. The only negative was that their other friend, Ron, was being a jealous git like always. They didn't let his negativity ruin their fun. Hermione led the way as fast as her shapely legs could carry her. "Hurry up, Harry!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Slow down, Hermione. It'll still be there if we take an extra minute to make sure we don't fall and break our necks!" Harry chuckled. They made their way up the dangerously moving staircase and exited on the fifth floor. Hermione grabbed him by the hand and pulled him down the hall to the correct door. They stopped at an ordinary-looking wooden door that had no handle or lock.

"Nos sumus hic in disco," Hermione read out the passphrase that she had chosen. She told Harry that it was "We are here to learn" in Latin. Go figure. A handle appeared out of thin air, and Hermione grabbed a hold of it and pulled the door open. An ominous creaking sound gave way to a beautifully decorated Common Room. It was similar to the other Common Rooms of the castle. This one was just a bit smaller. It had a crackling fire and a couple of comfortable-looking couches. That was all Harry cared about. "This is brilliant!" Hermione shouted out, running around to examine every last inch of the place. Harry, on the other hand, went into his personal bedroom to take a look. He nodded at what he saw. It was a nice room. It was large with a big, fluffy bed and a decent sized desk that he could do his work on. No doubt that Hermione would complain about the lack of desk space.

They spent the rest of the day unpacking their things and getting ready for the final year at school. Later that night they had patrols that were uneventful. That was a bit of a surprise. Usually, the students would break curfew to spend some extra quality time with their respective boy/girl friends that they hadn't seen all summer. Once their patrol was over, Harry and Hermione went back to their new suite to get settled in for the night. Harry took a quick shower then hopped into bed. He was exhausted from a long day. It appeared that Hermione was as well since she didn't talk much. It seemed that her excitement was tempered by extreme exhaustion. Soon, each was in their rooms fast asleep.

It was sometime later that Harry was woken up by Hermione's voice. Harry rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up. He listened for what was going on. Hermione's voice echoed throughout their suite. Harry sighed and calmed his beating heart. Hermione was having a bad dream. She had warned him that this might happen. This summer she had started having nightmares which really interrupted her sleep cycle. Not only that, but it also disrupted her parent's sleep patterns as well.

Getting up wearing only his boxers, Harry crept into the Common Room and listened at Hermione's door. He could hear her thrashing around and mumbling loudly. Harry quietly turned the handle on her door and opened it. He tiptoed inside and found her all twisted up in the sheets of her bed. He got a good look at her. She didn't look very peaceful, probably because of her nightmare. His eyes traveled down to the area where she had kicked off her covers. Hermione was sleeping in only a long t-shirt and panties. His eyes drank in the sexiness of her smooth legs and the way her shirt rode up and gave him a peek at her panty-clad bum. His face reddened considerably. Attempting to be a gentleman, he pulled the sheet up to cover her. He sat on the bed close to her and shook her awake. "Hermione!" he whispered loudly, shaking her slightly.

After a few seconds of shaking and calling her name, she woke and sat up quickly. She rubbed her eyes cutely and looked at him. "Harry?"

"Sorry for barging in, but you were having a bad dream and yelling out," he said, explaining why he was in her room.

Hermione winced. "Sorry, Harry," she said apologetically. "I was afraid that this might happen. It got so bad during the summer that my mom had to sleep in bed with me just so they could get some sleep. Having her in bed with me seemed to help a lot."

"Do you want me to sleep with you?" he offered before stopping to think about what he said. He blushed furiously and hoped that it was too dark for Hermione to see. "Umm … I mean do you want me to sleep in your bed to help with the nightmares," he corrected himself. He couldn't see Hermione blushing as well. She was quiet for what he thought was a long time, but in reality, was only a short moment.

"You wouldn't mind would you?" she asked nervously. "It would really help, and I'm afraid that my grades might suffer if I can't sleep properly." She was going into her NEWT year. She would be absolutely heartbroken if she worked so hard for six years only to have a few nightmares ruin her most important year!

Harry tried to calm his breathing. "I wouldn't have offered if I minded. Now budge over and don't hog the covers." Hermione nervously giggled and scooted over to give him some room.

They did their best to get settled, but it was difficult due to the nervousness that they both felt. Eventually, their tiredness won out, and Harry just pulled her close and wrapped an arm around her. Hermione didn't mind and snuggled down into his warm chest and closed her eyes. Her nightmares didn't return that night. The next morning she woke up feeling refreshed! She looked around but couldn't see Harry. She frowned and hopped out of bed. She opened her bedroom door and went back into the Common Room looking for her wayward best friend. "Hermione, is that you?" she heard him call out from his room.

"Yeah!" she answered through the door.

"Sorry I didn't wake you! I woke up to go to the bathroom and saw that it was nearly time to wake up anyway. So I decided to stay up and take a shower." Harry exited his room rubbing a towel on his wet hair. Other than that, it looked like he was ready for the first day of class. "I didn't want to wake you up. I figured you'd need all the sleep you can get."

"You're right about that," she agreed, looking him over. "Thanks for sleeping with me last night," she blushed. "I slept really well," Hermione confessed. Harry blushed as well.

"It's no problem. I enjoyed it. Do you want me to stay with you again tonight?" he asked her. Not trusting her own voice, Hermione nodded. Harry smiled and nodded in return. "Well, we've got a little under an hour before breakfast starts. The Prefects will show the firsties the way to the Dining Hall, so you have plenty of time to get ready."

"Thanks, Harry. I really appreciate it," Hermione smiled. "I'll go get ready."

After breakfast, they went to their classes and talked to the rest of the Prefects to make sure that everyone had a copy of the schedule and knew their times to patrol. Once the day was nearly done, Harry went back to his room and got a little bit of his homework done. Hermione wasn't in. Harry snorted. Hermione was following her normal start of the year routine. On the first day, go to class and spend the rest of the day in the library. He wouldn't see her for at least another hour, he thought. He was correct in his prediction. Hermione walked in nearly two hours later carrying a massive pile of thick tomes that would take Harry a month to read. Harry ran over to her and took the books from her arms.

"Thank you, Harry," she breathed out in relief. "It nearly broke my getting them here."

"You're not a pack mule, Hermione. You can take more than one trip, or better yet, call me to help you," Harry chuckled at his best friend.

Hermione blushed at his teasing. "I will next time," she promised. "I just got too excited and forgot." She opened her bedroom door for him, and he carried her massive load into her room and deposited them on her overstuffed desk. "Stupid desk," she mumbled. "How do the teachers expect us to do our work properly when they supply us with inferior desks?!" she complained. Harry rolled his eyes. He knew Hermione better than anyone in school.

"Don't worry, Hermione. I've commissioned a thirty-five thousand square foot desk for you to live in. You can sleep in one of the drawers," he teased her. Her cheeks pinkened as she slapped his shoulder in embarrassment.

Later that night, Hermione was lying in bed thinking about an essay that she was planning out when Harry's hand slid up the bottom of her t-shirt and gripped her upper thigh. She gasped then held her breath. She looked at Harry. He was asleep. She blushed as his hand slid up and down her silky skin and occasionally bumped into her panty-clad vagina. Hermione bit her lip. It felt really good! She looked at Harry again. He was really cute, and she'd be lying if she said that she never had any indecent thoughts about her green-eyed friend. Obviously, she never mentioned to anyone how incredibly horny she would get at night. Hermione had always been quick to arouse. She could usually manage her urges in a proper way, but tonight she was being tested. Making sure that Harry was still asleep, she gently took hold of his hand and raised it until it was pressed against her damp panties. She let out a breath that she had been holding and bit back a moan as she rubbed herself against him. She was holding his hand tightly to her virgin pussy, grinding her hips back and forth, trying to coax every bit of pleasure that she could. She needed more! She looked at him again. Still asleep. As quietly as she could, she eased the panties off her smooth, shapely legs and placed them to the side. She closed her eyes as she parted her thighs and placed his hand between her legs. She shuttered out a gasp as his fingers brushed against her soaked slit. She bit her lower lip sexily as she smooshed his hand into her pussy and clit. She began wiggling her hips about, reveling in the feeling of receiving pleasure from a hand that was not hers. She blushed as she smeared her arousal all over her friend's hand. She couldn't help herself though. It felt too good! His knuckle pressed hard against her sensitive clit, and she was barely able to hold back a scream of pleasure. She pressed the knuckle into her harder and moved her hips rapidly! Her nipples were rock hard as she dry humped Harry's unconscious hand.

Hermione's chest rose and fell in rapid succession as the wonderful feeling of an orgasm coiled through her lower belly. She was fighting her body's normal reaction and kept from thrashing around. Finally, with a shuddered breath, Hermione came all over Harry's hand. She squeaked quietly as juices squirted out of her virgin cunt, drenching Harry's hand and arm. A few seconds later she was able to calm herself. The wonderful orgasm had calmed, and she was able to think clearly again. She looked over at Harry to make sure that he was still asleep. Her face turned beet red when her brown eyes met emerald green. Harry was looking at her shell shocked!

"Umm … hi Harry," she said pathetically. Poor Hermione didn't know how she was going to talk herself out of this one.