Harry and Hermione were all situated in their new rooms after the feast. They were located on the seventh floor, not too far from the Gryffindor common room. Thankfully, they had the only two rooms in the corridor and it was relatively isolated. Tomorrow, their attendants would be moving in with them. Thankfully, they had their own bedrooms.

As soon as they had gotten all moved in, Harry had gone over to see Hermione. She hadn't answered her door but Harry decided to step inside anyway. Her room looked just like his. It was a fairly decent sized bedroom with all the amenities one could expect: a large bed, a desk to work at, a couch and a couple high-backed chairs by the fire, and an attached bathroom. Hermione was lying down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked her as he walked over.

Hermione hesitated. "No, not really," she replied quietly.

Harry laid down on the bed beside her. "If it makes you feel any better, its not like you have to have sex with them," he said, trying to lighten the mood. Hermione didn't even bother to glare at him. Suddenly Harry was seriously worried for her.

Hermione rolled onto her side so that she could look at Harry. "I had just hoped that things were going to be different, you know?"

Harry nodded. "Trust me, I thought that having one attendant was going to be more than I could handle."

Hermione gave him a funny look. "You and Ron have been talking about how awesome this was going to be for years now. Why would having one be too much?"

Harry gave a light smile. "That was just guy talk. Well, mostly. I mean, its not like I'm not looking forward to . . ."

"Fucking them?" Hermione added in helpfully.

Harry snorted and poked her side. "Yes, that. I was just hoping it would actually be someone I at least kind of knew."

"I know what you mean," Hermione said. "But I think I ended up with two people I know far too well. Ron is, well, he's Ron. And Draco is a bigoted prat. I wish I could have gotten someone nice. Someone I wouldn't mind fooling around with."

"You mean fucking," Harry chuckled.

Hermione chuckled back. "Yeah," she muttered. "I was really nervous about the whole thing, but honestly I think it could be nice. Just getting some of that stress relief in. I mean, its not like we have to remain exclusively with our attendants even though they have to remain exclusive with us. I can still find someone that I love and marry them. I don't know, maybe I was hoping that my attendant could have been that person. What a stupid thought."

Harry shook his head. "It doesn't sound that stupid to me. In fact, I think I was wishing for the same thing. Having someone around for stress relief is nice but I think I'd rather have a genuine connection with someone instead."

"Maybe you could still find that with Tracey or Daphne," Hermione suggested. "They're both quite nice, as far as Slytherins go anyway."

Harry rolled his eyes at her joke. "Maybe." He paused. "So, what are you going to do?" He asked Hermione.

"I think I'll just carry on as normal. I may as well let Ron and Malfoy just live their lives," Hermione answered.

"You know, since their your attendants, you can get them to do stuff for you like fetching books from the library, or getting you a snack if you're hungry," Harry suggested.

Hermione's eyes lit up. "Time to give Malfoy some payback for the first five years at Hogwarts."

Harry laughed. "Now don't go all Dark Lady on us here."

"I won't," Hermione reassured Harry with a grin. "I might just enjoy making him walk all the way down to the dungeons and back up again a few times a day. You know, to give him some exercise."

"You're a cruel cruel witch, Hermione Granger," Harry deadpanned.

"Shove off Harry, I just found out that I'm probably going to be a virgin for another year. Cut me some slack."

"You know, I could always help you with that," Harry told her with a serious look on his face.

The pair burst out laughing simultaneously. They were best friends, but nothing more, and they were both happy with that.

"You should just try to meet someone. Maybe you'll find a boyfriend here at Hogwarts," Harry suggested as they both calmed down.

"Maybe," Hermione replied. "Ugh," she exclaimed, grabbing a pillow from her behind her and burying her face in it. "I hate how dumb this is. I feel so unsure about everything."

"If anyone can work it out and find the best solution, it'd be you," Harry said.

"Thanks Harry," Hermione smiled. "I still have no idea how Draco ended up being an attendant."

"I don't get why Tracey or Daphne are attendants either," Harry added. "Do you think they all volunteered?"

"They must have," Hermione said with a frown. "None of them are bad students. It's strange."

Harry shrugged. "We can ask them I guess. Though, they might not tell us."

Hermione snorted. "I doubt that Draco will even manage to be civil to me."

"You could report him to the Ministry if he isn't," Harry suggested.

"Yeah, but I don't want to waste the energy. I just wish that everything could have worked out more smoothly than this. Well, at least one of us ended up with good matches."

"Me?" Harry asked.

Hermione gave him a look. "Yes, you! Haven't you even looked at Daphne or Tracey?"

"Well, I mean, I've noticed them before," Harry said as he cheeks tinged pink.

"You mean you've noticed their butts," Hermione shook her head. "Men," she sighed, "so hopeless."

"I will have you know that I've noticed more than their butts," Harry told her with a grin. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. "And more than their boobs," he added.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "They're both smart, good-looking, and they seem to be all-around decent women. I'd say that you got lucky."

"But I don't know either of them really. I've probably only said a couple dozen words to them in my life," Harry told her.

"Well, now you have the chance to get to know them. Who knows, maybe they'll surprise you," Hermione offered with a gentle smile.

"I guess I'll find out tomorrow when they move in across the hall from us," Harry sighed. "At least they aren't living in the same rooms as us. Can you imagine how awkward it would be if we had to be around them all day every day?"

Hermione glared at Harry. "I wasn't imagining it but now you've gone and put that thought into my brain."

"Sorry," Harry smiled.

Hermione pushed Harry's shoulder gently. "Alright, I'm going to bed so that I can hopefully wake up and learn that this was all a big nightmare."

Slowly the two of them sat up. Harry reached over and wrapped his arms around Hermione. "If you ever need anything, just come and get me, alright?"

Hermione hugged him back. "Of course, same goes for you."

Harry got up and walked over to the door. "Have a good sleep, Hermione."

Hermione gave him a half-hearted wave. "I'll see you in the morning."

Slipping out of her room, Harry gave a great big sigh. This was going to be a rough year for Hermione. Having Malfoy and Ron around beside each other all the time was sure to cause problems, and it was in Hermione's nature to get in the middle and to try to solve those problems. It was a perfect recipe for disaster.

Harry lazily walked down the hall to the portrait which guarded his room. It was a scene of a fountain pouring water down on the head of a chiseled looking man. He gave Harry a salute as he neared and opened wide for him. Strangely, the lights were already on inside.

Peering inside, he found both Daphne and Tracey sitting down on the couch beside the fireplace drinking tea. Harry froze there for a moment before Daphne noticed him. "Potter," she dipped her chin at him. Tracey turned to look at Harry too.

Harry cautiously stepped inside of him room as the portrait swung closed behind him. The two girls watched him as he nervously approached them. "Hello," he said slowly.

Daphne gestured to the high-backed chair across from them. "Sit down, we need to talk."

Harry didn't question her firm order and sat down in the chair. He saw that a teacup was placed on the table in between them for him but he didn't reach out to take. Daphne took her time taking another sip of tea while Tracey merely smiled at Harry.

"Undoubtedly you're wondering why we became attendants," Daphne began as she sat her tea cup down. She brushed her long blond hair behind her ear and glanced over at Tracey. The brunette nodded confidently at her, making Daphne sigh.

"Look, my father was going to marry me off to a Swedish pureblood wizard nearly twice my age. This was my way out of that and that's it," Daphne explained quickly.

Tracey rolled her eyes at her friend. "And I, being the ever gracious friend that I am, decided to become an attendant alongside her."

Harry frowned at Tracey. "But why would you do that? This is the first time that anyone ever got two attendants. If this new policy hadn't been enacted, you would have been stuck with some other wizard."

Daphne snorted. "Great, he's thick."

Tracey shushed her friend and slapped her arm gently. "My dad is on the committee that initially drew up the plan for the attendants. Once I learned what Daphne's plan was, I went to him for help. He helped push through this new policy and managed to convince the assignment committee that Daphne and I should be put together."

"So you're dad was the one that organized this whole change?" Harry asked.

"Yup," Tracey smiled, "just took a bit of political maneuvering. We still didn't know who we would be getting matched up with though. It was between you, Terry Boot, and Anthony Goldstein for the top spot. Luckily, you snagged the grand prize," she winked at Harry.

"Right," Harry muttered. He felt incredibly awkward. Daphne was looking at him with barely disguised disdain. At least Tracey seemed to be pleased with the whole arrangement. "Well, if that's everything-"

"It's not," Daphne interrupted.

Tracey shot Daphne a look and sighed. "Sorry Potter . . . Harry. Daphne isn't exactly pleased with this whole situation. She did willingly agree to become an attendant, but it was only to escape the marriage her father was forcing her in to."

"And what about you?" Harry asked before his brain could stop him.

Tracey gave him a bright smile and a look he couldn't quite decipher. "I think that I'm quite happy with the arrangement, all things considered. You were my preference for who we would be assigned to after all." Harry couldn't help but blush which made Tracey giggle. "Don't worry, I'm more than happy to fulfill all," Tracey stressed the word, "of my obligations."

Tracey stood up from her seat. "I do have one condition though," she said as she walked over to Harry. "Just leave Daphne alone." Tracey gently sat down on Harry's lap, leaning her back against his chest and wiggling her butt against him. "Do we have a deal?" She whispered.

Harry breath was caught in his chest as he felt his cock stir in his pants. He looked over at Daphne and he was surprised to see the look on her face. Daphne looked surprised at Tracey. She looked grateful. And a little sad too.

"Tracey, you don't-" Daphne began, but she was cut off by Tracey.

"Shh, don't worry," Tracey replied to her friend with a smile. "It's fine."

"No," Harry said. He stood up, forcing Tracey out of his lap. She looked angry for a moment before calming down at the expression on Harry's face.

"Look," Harry addressed the two girls, "neither of you have to do anything if you don't want to. I'm not going to report you to the Ministry or anything. You don't need to fuck me just so that I won't try to fuck Daphne."

The two girls looked more than a little surprised at his words. They looked at one another for a moment, communicating silently. "Thank you, Harry," Tracey finally said. "I really appreciate it." She glanced over at Daphne. "We really appreciate it," she said a little louder.

Daphne finally looked over at Harry. "Thank you, Potter," she said quietly.

"Don't mention it," Harry replied, feeling a little awkward. This wasn't at all how he had expected this to go. "Look, you two should head back to your dorms for the night. When you move in across the hall tomorrow, we can talk more. I just want to reaffirm that I don't intend to force either of you to do anything you don't want to."

The two girls nodded at his words. "All right, Harry. We'll see you tomorrow," Tracey said as she walked over to Daphne. Tracey helped Daphne up to her feet. Harry saw Daphne's legs shake slightly as she stood.

Harry walked them to the portrait door and opened it for them. Daphne stepped out into the hall but Tracey stayed back.

"Thanks again Harry," Tracey said as she leaned in to hug him. Just as she got her arms around him, she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "I know you said we don't need to do anything we don't want to, but you should know that I do really want to fuck you."

Harry was too surprised to reply as Tracey gave him a quick peck on the cheek before stepping back. She grinned, enjoying the surprised look on his face. "Goodnight, Harry," she said, turning so quickly on her heel that the back of skirt billowed upwards and Harry got a quick peak at her green-silk panty-clad bottom.

Harry slowly closed the portrait door and leaned his forehead up against. "Merlin, maybe I really will enjoy this."

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