Harry sat with Ginny on his lap happily, his arms tucked securely around her and she was happy to just be there. He watched the fire as she leafed through one of her books trying her hardest to do homework. Her scent filled his mind and he could think of nothing but her. But somewhere deep in his mind he felt something else stirring, something that scared him witless. He knew for sure that he loved Ginny; he loved her as much as he could, but at the same time he knew it wasn't with all of his heart. He sighed deeply and Ginny turned to look at him.

"You ok Harry?" she asked, and he could see her deep blue eyes dancing.(A/N i know Ginny doesnt have blue eyes but it links into my story. I needed all three of my characters to have different eyes)

"I'm fine don't worry," he said smiling warmly at her.

For a second he thought she was going to say more, but eventually she smiled again and turned around.

He sighed inwardly this time but hated himself. He really didn't know what he was going to do. He squeezed her a little tighter and she settled against his chest. He let her breathing steady his and was thankful for her warmth. Her tiny frame seemed to fit against his just right, and he loved that above all. But he was pulled out of reprieve as his problem came in through the portrait whole.

Hermione dumped her books on the table in front of them with a heavy thud. She groaned as she sat back in her seat and rubbed her temples, her eyes flittering shut. Ginny laughed as she turned to her friend and slipped of Harry's lap. He tried to resist but she pulled away easily and he was left feeling cold and empty.

"I never thought you'd be complaining about work Herm," Ginny said as she closed her book and placed it next to her.

Hermione smiled and sat forward looking her friend in the eye, "oh it's not work really, it's just my bag. My back hurts so much I could scream."

Ginny laughed, but suddenly bounded to her feet. She grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her to her feet.

"Harry's really good at back massages I'm sure he can sort out whatever's bothering you."

Both Hermione and Harry protested but Ginny wouldn't hear no. She forced Hermione to take seat in front of Harry and then after making Harry promise to give her a good massage disappeared up to her room.

Harry could barely stop the shaking in his hands as he touched Hermione's back. She still wore her school shirt but he couldn't believe how close he was to her. He slowly began to rub the muscles in her back and he felt her relax.

"Thanks Harry I really needed this," she said with a sigh of relief.

"Err yeah no problem at all," Harry stuttered as she tried to concentrate on what he was doing rather than on who he was doing it to.

Unknown to Harry Hermione was feeling the exact same way. She'd been fighting with feelings that had been developing over the last year. She knew that he loved Ginny, that much was obvious, and so she tried to hide them as much as possible. But every now and then he would get a glimmer to his eyes when he looked at her, one she recognised as the same he got for Ginny. This confused her the most; she clung to the idea that he might have that kind of feelings for her, even though it seemed ridiculous.

The heat of his hands on her back sent shivers down her spine. She tried her hardest to keep her mind on something neutral, but it kept jumping to where she wanted his hands to roam. She pressed herself against his legs and she felt him give way behind her. He slipped his legs either side of her so that she was even closer to him now. Hermione lent her back against the couch, feeling the hard wood of the base pressing into her spine, and tried to keep her mind on that. Harry's hands slipped up her body to her neck which was the only place he could really reach at this point. He rubbed the muscles in her shoulders which happened to be the worst point of pain, and Hermione couldn't keep her mind straight anymore.

'I can't take this,' she thought as his fingers slid under her collar.

He hadn't meant to touch bare skin, but since she didn't push him away he carried on. He felt her smooth skin under his fingertips and prayed that no one would look at him. He knew then that he would be found out for he was sure his eyes would reflect the lust he felt now. Hermione slowly reached up and undid her tie, letting it slip freely to the floor. Gradually she undid the first few buttons of her shirt so he could get better access.

Harry watched as her creamy skin became exposed and felt himself tighten. But that wasn't the worst of it. Hermione gripped tightly to his leg, pressing her body tightly against his calf. Slowly she turned so he could reach down her back, but at the same time his leg settled neatly against her breasts. He had to stifle his sharp intake of breath, and he could feel his heart beating erratically. She pressed herself a little tighter against him, but the whole timeshe expected himto pull away. But instead she felt his hands become heavier, more fevered.

Harry slipped his hand down her back, as far as he could reach with her shirt on. He felt the creamy lustre of her skin under his rough fingertips and wished he could feel more. She was so different from Ginny, where Ginny had freckles and pail skin, Hermione had not one blemish and a slight tanned look. Her skin was still pale but it had a slight glow to it that Ginny's didn't. Where Ginny had a small frame and was rather slight, Hermione was everything a guy typically lusted over. Over the last year she had developed well, growing curves in all the right places. Her hair had lost its bushiness and now fell in loose waves down her back. Without thinking he reached up and stroked down her hair, she shivered but didn't move away. In fact she pressed her body against his hand as he moved.

Harry watched as her body seemed to relax against his even more at the light touch and he couldn't help but feel that this was right. Suddenly she turned to look at him and he almost gasped at her eyes. Her hunny coloured eyes danced with emotions he had never seen there before. He could see love and lust and a whole number of things he knew Hermione had never shown before.

"Should I take my shirt off," she said in almost a whisper.

He choked over his words then, he wanted that shirt gone but they were in the common room after all and anyone could walk in. He also knew Ron was due back any minute and it wouldn't be a pretty sight if he thought Harry was cheating on Ginny.

She laughed lightly at the look on his face, "I have a tank top on underneath," she said happily as his features relaxed.

"Oh right ok, yeah then if you want."

She slipped away from him and stood to get better access to her shirt.

He watched as she undid her buttons tantalisingly slow and he could feel his mouth watering. When the white material fell to the floor she was left wearing a rather clingy black tank top. He wondered how it was that it didn't show through her shirt, but he forgot all thoughts of clothing when she sat back down. Instead of taking her set back up on the floor she slipped onto the couch next to him.

"Will this be alright my butt was really starting to go numb," she laughed lightly as she rubbed her bottom trying to get some feeling back.

Harry had to resist the urge to reachout and help her, and so simply nodded.

He swivelled slightly so his leg was tucked under him and so his back was against the arm of the couch. She slipped her body against his and with a slight smile over her shoulder, settled herself firmly against his body. He slipped his other leg besides her to hold her firmly on the couch and he couldn't help but smile as she gripped hard to his knee.

This time when he touched her he didn't shake, the fact that she now wore less seemed to make things easier for him. When he touched her creamy shoulders this time he defiantly felt his emotions stir. A small voice inside him screamed for him to stop, that it was wrong what he was doing, but it was only a small voice. A voice that could easily be squelched by the others in his head screaming for him to continue. He slipped his hands over her shoulders, carefully sliding the straps of her top away. With them went the straps of her bra and he couldn't help but feel excited as his fingers came in to contact with the red lace. He went about massaging her, this time a lot more confident in what he was doing. Hermione moaned slightly as he pressed the right spot and this just spurred him on further.

Eventually his hands were sliding up underneath the back of her top and she didn't seem to care. She even leant forward slightly to give him better access. He slid her top up exposing her back to him a little better, and trailed her spin with his finger tips. He smiled broadly as she shivered against him and laughed slightly, barely a giggle.

"That tickles," she said happily.

"Oh yeah," he said and slipped his hands along her stomach where he knew for sure she was ticklish.

She squirmed against him to no avail; the only thing she accomplished was to make Harry even more aroused. Her back pressed against his crotch and his breath caught. He knew for sure she would feel the tell tail bulge, and he waited for the screams of disgust. But they didn't come; instead she pressed herself a little harder against him.

Hermione knew for sure that what she had seen wasn't just her fevered mind making things up. She could feel exactly how he felt about her and she couldn't help but feel excited. She knew she should feel guilty about Ginny but that was a whole other ball field. She wanted Ginny just as much as she wanted Harry, but for the moment she pushed that aside. She pressed herself against Harry so that her head rested lightly on his chest but most of her body pressed against his crotch. She heard him gasp and knew he liked it. She quickly glanced around the common room and thanked Merlin that no one was around. It had been late when she arrived, and so would be even later now.

She carefully crept her hand around and bit by bit slid it up his leg. She didn't turn around; she was too scared to see the look on his face. But she also didn't feel him tense; he just seemed to hold himself still while she moved. His hands had frozen on her stomach, still under her top, and the heat burned against her cool skin. Eventually she made it to where she wanted and stroked him lightly over his pants. Harry moaned against her hair and she knew she had the exact spot. Slowly she moved her hand a little faster along his bulge and she left him stir.

He slipped his hand further up her top, touching just below her bra. She gasped as his finger slid under the very bottom of her bra. The underwire gave way easily and he touched her sensitive flesh. She had to bite back a moan as his hand slipped further up; suddenly both his hands were on her breasts, gripping them firmly under her bra. He groped them lightly, pressing in all the right places, as she slid her hand back and forth slowly but methodically. Harry paid close attention to her nipples, which had suddenly sprung erect in his hands. Feeling them just pushed him further forward and he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

Without another thought he slid his hand over her stomach and straight down to her crotch. This time she couldn't bite back the moan as he tugged at her. He laughed lightly and the slight vibration made everything feel all the better. He flicked her jeans undone and slid his hand underneath them. She arched back, pressing herself even harder against him, as his fingers played with the lace he knew would be red. He didn't go under her panties, not wanting to break that barrier yet, but he did rub her all over.

Suddenly she pulled his hand away and he was sure he'd done something wrong. But when she turned to look at him, he couldn't help but feel an evil grin creep across his lips. Her eyes held so much lust that he was almost scared at what she would do to him. But as she was about to pounce on him they heard the unmistakable sound of the portrait swinging back. Hermione flew off the couch so quickly that Harry didn't know she was gone until she was already half way across the room. She quickly did her pants back up and gathered up her shirt, tugging it on just as a flash of red hair entered the room.

"Hey guys thought you'd still be up," he said stifling back a yawn as he rounded the couch to the fireplace.

Hermione had settled herself across from Harry, her legs pulled up underneath her, and she looked as if she hadn't moved all night. Harry on the other hand was still in the same position on the couch, except he had stretched out and pulled his bag onto his lap. He knew for sure that his excitement wouldn't ebb for a long time after that, and he didn't exactly want Ron starring at his crotch.

Ron plonked himself down in the armchair in between the couch and where Hermione was perched. He looked from one friend to the other.

"Jeez guys is everything alright? You look like I just walked in on you fucking or something," he said laughing.

Harry didn't miss a beat and laughed along with him, where as Hermione set Ron with a glare.

"Language Ronald, you know I don't like it," she glared at him again and gathering her school things disappeared upstairs.

"What's got her knickers in a twist," Ron said grumpily and failed to notice Harry coughing wildly.

Harry and Ron settled in to talk but soon enough Harry excused himself leaving his friend downstairs in front of the dieing fire. When he got to his room Harry dove into bed, not bothering to get undressed and sealed the curtains. After making sure he used his best silencing charm he let out a loud growl. He couldn't believe what had just taken place, especially with Hermione. He had no idea that she was even capable of things like that, especially not with him. He grumbled to himself for a while, fretting over what things would be like with Ginny in the morning. But he soon fell asleep, much too quickly really for someone that was supposed to feel guilty. He slipped into fevered dreams that would leave most people blushing, each of them starring non other than Hermione.