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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.
AHHH I have to go and I want
to put a new chappie up. This scene will continue in a sec
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