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There was a soft knock on the wooden door of her supplied study, and Hermione almost didn't hear it over the sound of her shuffling through papers and letters from her friends. She paused her rooting for a moment and strained to hear who was outside.

"Can I come in?" Harry asked, his voice muffled by the thick oak.

Hermione leaned against her chair and closed her eyes. The last thing she wanted was to be alone in her office with Harry Potter. He was way to horny to trust. Hermione leaned against her desk and pulled a quill from an ink bottle to her right. She pretended not to hear him.

"Pretending you cant hear me wont do any good." Harry called from the hallway. Hermione could tell from his voice that he was in a mischief mood. When was he ever not? She asked herself, rising to open the door for him.

"I was sent by Tonks to 'consult' you about the Occlumency lessons you are to be giving me. " Harry tipped his glasses at her. Hermione couldn't help but grin at him, shaking her head in a disapproving way. "But we don't need to talk at all if you don't want."

Hermione felt her face tinge.

"Have a seat Mr. Potter." She pulled a chair out and sat across her desk from him. She took the instant that he was preoccupied with seating himself in apposition that he though made him look attractive to run her fingers self consciously thorough her hair, flattening the unruly brown curly with a practiced sweep of her hands.

"Don't you feel old, calling me Mr. Potter all the time?" Harry quirked a brow at her.

"No. I feel professional." She retorted. She didn't want anything to get carried away, least of all his flirting. Harry grinned as if she was willingly participating in his game. Hermione sighed.

"Harry. Do you even know what Occlumency is?" She asked, pressing her fingers against her temples with a resigned sigh. She tapped her nails against the hard wood of the desk and blinked at him expectantly.

"Err. Not so much." Harry coughed, not meeting her gaze.

"It is a way to protect you psychologically from Voldemort." Hermione whispered, edgy from uttering the evil name. She leaned onto the rim of her desk, crossing her arms beneath her boobs.

"Nice view." Harry grinned, jerking his head at her exposed cleavage. Hermione jerked bolt upright and wrenched her shirt up around her neck.

"God your juvenile." She snapped, turning beet red. Harry seemed to be properly ashamed. Hermione frowned at him momentarily, then regained herself. Stretching her hands across the desk, Hermione settled into her chair and turned her palms up. She found a calm center.

"Place your palms on my palms." She instructed.

Harry simpered sheepishly. "I could put something else in your hands, but I don't think it would fit." He placed his hands on hers.

"I doubt it would fit anywhere. They don't make condoms that small." Hermione almost recoiled. The warmth of his palms pressing against hers made her shiver. She kept her face blank as she reminded herself once again of Seamus. That sent any thoughts she had been having from her mind.

"Touch" Harry mumbled, staring at their hands. "Your hands are soft." He said, more to himself than her.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "You have a hand fetish or something." Harry just covered his pensive look with a flirtaceous smile and for the first time Hermione wondered if their might be more to him than a sex seeking Horne-dog.

"Close you eyes." Hermione scrunched her nose, itching it. Harry let out a breath of laughter, but straightened his face when she shot him a glare. "Eyes!" She barked.

"This is getting kinky." Harry whispered, his voice husky as he closed his eyes. "What's next? Handcuffs?"

Hermione didn't jump for his bait. He seemed disappointed. Ha, Point for Hermione. She told herself mentally.

"Think about something that brings peace to your soul. Think of something that makes you feel relaxed. Anything you want. You need to breath deeply through your nose and blow out through your mouth."

""You know what you need to blow with your mouth?" Harry asked, running his tongue over his lips, his eyes remaining closed. Hermione rolled her eyes. She was getting used to his come-ons. She ignored it.

"You need your mind to be fully relaxed. Completely at ease to bring up the shields." She whispered, therapeutically.

"So it's not Handcuffs? It's Shields?" Harry asked, opening one eyes.

"Eyes closed" She instructed, grinned lopsidedly at him. "Mr. Potter, how is that of everything I just said you only heard Shield and Blow. You must try really hard to suck at this."

Harry closed his eyes. "Comes Naturally." He paused. Hermione waited for it. "So do a few other things." He voice was deep and seductive.

"How is the breathing easy coming? Are you relaxed yet?" She rolled her shoulders forwards and backwards, stretching the muscles. She was getting good at ignoring him.

"I cant be relaxed with your knees brushing against mine under the table and your hands on mine. I'm actually quite excited. As for the coming easy. We'll just leave it as it's not the breathing that's doing it." He glowed from the touchdown.

Hermione was at a loss for words.

"Well done Harry. You've just proved yourself a Hormone Driven Neanderthal."

"It took this long?" He asked, peeking at her through slitted eyes.

"Eyes! Closed" She said instinctively.

She withdrew her hands, and Harry opened his eyes again. She rubbed her neck with her hands. He needed to be more relaxed. She could see he was pulling on his shirt experimentally, setting it back in place. A thought his her. She knew he was worried about what he looked like. Like all popular people with eyes always on them, he was self-conscious but put up a strong front.

"Harry. Follow me." She directed, Leading him out of her office and down the hallway. Into so many shortcuts that Hermione lost track, and through so many doors she quit counting at twelve. Twenty minutes later they stood before a wooden door. Steam curled from the crack at the bottom and sides.

"Here we are." She said, pulling open the final door on her quest for relaxation: The Liondragon Prefect Bathroom. "We have these at Hogwarts too." She said, absentmindedly, pulling open the door.

Harry coughed. "Hermione. Look." He pointed down the hallway. Hermione squinted at the ajar door he indicated to. She could vaguely make out the name 'Hermione' Printed on a sheet of brass across the front.

"Don't you say a word." She commanded, opening the door for him. He just simpered at her and walked into the swirling vortex of watermelon scented fog. A girl brushed by Harry on her way out. Hermione could distinctively see Harry pinch the giggling girls rear as she scuttled by. Hermione felt a wave of jealous wash over her. She reminded herself of Seamus.

"This is getting really kinky." Harry said, raising one eye brows and walking his fingers up her arm. Hermione jerked away, turning pink again. She seemed to be blushing a lot lately.

"Get undressed." She stepped over to the huge, hot tub looking bathtub and turned a knob labeled hot, and another labeled Cold. Harry didn't move from behind her.

"What?" He asked incredulously.

"Come on." Hermione said, straightening and facing him. "You've been kidding around about boning me every time I see you so far. Aren't you really up to it." Harry looked baffled. He stepped back, not sure if she was kidding or not. He obviously was uncomfortable.

"Harry. I'm joking." She explained. A grin spread on his face.

"Damnit." He stepped back towards her.

"I'm serious about striping down though. You had a problem getting relaxed in my office. This is the solution. More natural." She grinned at him.

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