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WARNING: There is some wildly NSFW content present in this chapter. Feel free to skip it if you don't like reading stuff like that, I have sectioned it off to make it easy to avoid.

Room of Requirement

It was the sound of birds chirping that finally pulled Harry from his sleep, his mind jostled awake by the never-ending melody of birdsong that refused to die down. Opening his eyelids, he took a moment to allow his brain to finish its boot-up sequence before he turned his head, taking in his new surroundings. Sunlight streamed in through a window on the wall, showering the room he was in with golden light that burned against his sensitive eyes.

For a moment, he was confused. This certainly didn't look like the Ravenclaw dormitories? But then, the events of last night came rushing back to him, and he felt his face flush a violent shade of crimson. This didn't look like Ravenclaw Tower because it wasn't Ravenclaw Tower. It was the Room of Requirement, where he and Hermione had fallen asleep together after their little conversation some hours prior.

He couldn't quite stop the smile from spreading on his face as he thought about the events of the previous night. He had known Hermione for over 3 years now, and in all that time, he had never seen her quite as vulnerable as she had been yesterday. Her usual, teacher-esque demeanor had been all but gone, replaced by teenage anxiety and uncertainty over the strange emotions she had been experiencing.

Shaking his head in amusement, he made to get up from the bed, before realizing that there was an unfamiliar weight resting on his chest, preventing him from moving. Shifting around to see what this weight could be, his eyes were momentarily filled with the color brown, and it took him a second to process what was happening before his brain finally caught up with the implications.

What he was seeing was Hermione's hair. What he was feeling was the weight of her head. She was using his chest as a makeshift pillow.

For a moment, Harry struggled with this newfound discovery. This type of situation was so new, so foreign to him that he didn't really know how he was supposed to react. Was he supposed to push her away? Wake her up? Go back to sleep? Apparate out?

Ultimately though, the best course of action seemed to be… well, to do absolutely nothing. It had been made very clear to him last night that he and Hermione were in a proper relationship now, and as far as he knew, sleeping together in the same bed like this was a normal thing for couples to do. It was, in other words, something he figured he would have to get used to, and not something he should be attempting to avoid or distance himself from.

In truth though, it also felt strangely… pleasant… to be with her like this. The feeling of her slender body so close to his was surprisingly nice, and so was the way her breath would tickle his skin every time her chest rose and fell.

In addition, he could also feel her breasts push up against his side, which he had to admit was rather arousing.

Well, if nothing else… it definitely beats waking up alone, he thought to himself as he noticed that his right arm had been trapped behind her neck, and was currently resting against her backside. Deciding to take advantage of this, he started running loving strokes up and down her back, eliciting light shivers from Hermione.

"Mmmm…" she hummed softly in response, a cute smile forming on her face as her body reacted to his touch.

Okay, now that…is ridiculously adorable.

Determined to enjoy the moment for as long as possible, Harry continued his loving caress, reveling in the feeling of a morning like this with Hermione. It would be hard to go back to sleeping on his own in the Ravenclaw dormitories now that he knew how bewitching it was to wake up with her like this.

The only problem here, of course, was that she was wearing nothing but a nightgown, which was mildly provoking in more ways than one. But Harry wasn't overly concerned about that. He was fairly certain he could brush off the conspicuous erection it had caused as nothing more than regular morning wood, should Hermione be unfortunate enough to notice it.

A couple of minutes later, she finally woke from her slumber, and Harry had the distinct pleasure of watching her go through the exact same motions as he had. Confusion at waking up in the Room of Requirement, enlightenment as she remembered the events of last night, and then finally embarrassment at the realization of her current situation.

"Good morning," Harry chuckled, finding her bashfulness more than a little amusing. Being like this was unusual for both of them, but Harry found that he was quickly growing to like it.

"G-Good morning," she replied, tilting her head upwards so she could look at him.

Godric, she's so cute…

"Sleep well?"

"Yeah… Really well, actually."

The embarrassment from earlier was starting to disappear now, as the expression on her face turned surprisingly soft. "You're a great substitute for my pillow."

"Aww, thanks," Harry smiled back, wrapping his right arm tighter around her and pulling her even closer to him. Judging by the way a shy smile formed on her face, it was clear that she approved. "I quite enjoy being your pillow."

"Good, because I wasn't planning on stopping," she smirked, shifting around to get into a more comfortable position with her head still on his chest.

"You know… I don't think I'm going to be able to go back to sleeping in the Ravenclaw dormitories now that I know how nice it is to wake up with you."

A small blush erupted across her cheeks at his words, but she nodded in agreement all the same.

"Yeah, I haven't slept so well in weeks. It certainly beats being woken up by Luna and her incessant rambling about Nargles."

"She talks about Nargles first thing in the morning?" Harry laughed, somehow not finding that particularly hard to believe.

"Oh yes, all the time. I've tried telling her time and time again that the existence of Nargles has never actually been documented or confirmed by anyone other than her father, but I don't think she believes me."

"That's not very surprising. To Luna, her father is probably a more reliable source of information than any textbook could ever be."

They shared a smile at that, before a moment of silence passed between them. Suddenly, Harry was assaulted by an incredibly strong urge to kiss Hermione. The way her messy, brown hair fell in her face and her chocolate-colored eyes stared into his own caused waves of longing to rush through his body, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but her.

She must've noticed his sudden desire, as she carefully bit down on her lower lip in a maddeningly arousing way that completely shattered every bit of self-control he had left.

Bending forwards, he captured her lips with his own, stifling a groan as her tongue suddenly came forwards to meet his. It would appear Hermione was also feeling rather frisky this morning, as her arms came up to wrap themselves around his neck as their kissing intensified.

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Before long, she had repositioned herself to sit atop him, her legs on either side of his waist as she crashed her lips against his, her breathing growing increasingly more ragged and uneven as her desire grew. Seeing her so wild and unhinged was insanely arousing to Harry, whose cock was now pressing urgently against her backside in desperate longing.

His hands, which were currently resting on her hips, slowly came down to caress her bum before moving on to the side, slipping underneath the fabric of her underwear.

Harry's heart was beating wildly in his chest now, every nerve-ending in his body on fire with lust and arousal as his hands slowly inched towards the front of her waist, to the spot he knew she was most sensitive.

Hermione was making absolutely no effort to stop him, letting out moans that vibrated against his lips as her hands did some exploring of their own, trailing dangerously low across his stomach.

Taking this as consent, Harry allowed his hands to continue drifting, his fingertips finally gliding across her swollen lips, causing her to squirm slightly in his lap.

"Careful, Harry… that place… is very sensitive," she breathed as she started planting wet kisses along his neck and jaw, her hair tickling the side of his face.

Nodding in response, he let a single finger slide up and down the length of her labia before he gently slipped it in-between her folds, surprised at the wetness that awaited him there. It would appear Hermione was equally as turned-on as he was, as his finger was coated with her desire in seconds.

Letting out a soft moan, she pressed her hips against him, causing his finger to go even deeper inside of her.

"God, Hermione…" Harry groaned, his free hand coming up to pull her away from his neck and back up to his face so he could kiss her.

"Keep going…" she whispered against his lips as he slowly started sliding his finger in and out of her, his other hand caressing the side of her face. "Ahh… try… doing it with two... instead of one…"

Heeding her request, he gracefully slipped a second finger inside of her as well, eliciting a loud moan that caused his cock to twitch violently in his boxers.

"Oh… yes… just like that…" she breathed, pressing her hips into his hand. "Don't stop… doing that…"

Sensing that he was on to something, Harry gradually started upping the speed at which he entered her, Hermione's moans coming quicker with each pump of his wrist.

"Ahh, my god… that feels… so good…" she groaned with her eyes closed and her mouth slightly agape. "Please... rub my clit, with your thumb, as well…"

Harry was momentarily confused by this for a second, before he remembered that the clit was the tiny nub at the top of the vagina. Stretching out his thumb, he carefully dragged it across the little strip of flesh, making sure to apply just the right amount of pressure so that it wouldn't be uncomfortable.

"Oh gods, Harry…" Hermione mewled in response, bucking her hips against him with wild abandon. "Please… don't stop…"

It felt a little awkward in the beginning, to have his thumb stimulating her clit whilst his fore- and middle finger slid in and out of her, but he eventually got the hang of it, his wrist complaining as he continued to pleasure her. It was an uncomfortable angle to work with, but there was no way in hell he was going to stop now. He wanted to see her unravel in front of him, and would easily put up with the pain for as long as he had to.

"Ahh… Ahh…"

Hermione's cries were growing louder and louder now, her voice melting with desire as he brought her closer and closer to climax. Her hands had long since stopped their own exploration of his body, as her entire being focused solely on the sensation of Harry's fingers stimulating her both on the inside and the outside.

"Oh… god… Harry… I'm… I'm close…"

"Yes… Cum for me, Hermione…" he growled, his voice laced with primal yearning as he leaned forwards to plant wet kisses along her neck and upped the intensity of his stroking yet again. "I want to feel you cum for me."

Her entire body was twitching violently now, as she desperately rocked her swollen flesh against his hand in search of her release.

"Ahh… I'm… oh… going to c-cum…!"

And then... she did. Ceasing all movement, she threw her head back and breathed out loudly, her entire body convulsing and shaking in the throes of her orgasm. Inside, Harry felt her walls constrict around his fingers once, twice, and then thrice before stopping, each contraction accompanied by a shiver of pleasure that ran through her body. He didn't take his eyes off her face once as she climaxed, his mind utterly mesmerized by what he was doing to her.

A couple of seconds later, he felt her muscles relax as she slowly came down from her high and leaned forwards to support her weight against his body.

"Haah… that was… amazing," she breathed, shuddering slightly as he removed his fingers from her panties. They came away sticky and wet with her juices. "I really should masturbate more often…"

"Well, you got me now, and I'm more than happy to be of assistance" Harry grinned, making a show of placing one of the fingers that had been inside of her into his mouth, tasting her as he gently sucked on it. It was a different, yet far from unpleasant taste.

"Hey, don't just do something like that so suddenly… you're making me embarrassed…" Hermione blushed, her already flushed cheeks turning an even darker shade of crimson.

"There's no need for you to feel anything other than satisfaction," Harry reassured her, using a hand to brush a couple of stray locks of hair out of her face. "That was one of the hottest things I have ever seen, Hermione. I mean, just look for yourself."

He gestured towards his crotch, where his cock was currently trying its best to escape from the confines of his underwear. He was so hard now that he could feel the skin straining under the weight of his desire, his entire body practically begging for release.

"Oh wow…" she responded, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity as she jumped off his lap in order to better inspect his concealed manhood. "I've never seen one of these in person before… Mind if I… take a look?"

"By all means, go ahead," he chuckled, a faint blush erupting across his cheeks at the newfound attention. Despite everything that had just happened, he still felt a pang of embarrassment well up in his core at the idea of exposing himself to Hermione.

He didn't get to worry over this for long, however, as she had already grabbed the hem of his boxers and pulled them down in one swift motion. His cock was freed from its cloth prison, standing erect in front of her curious eyes. Harry couldn't help but send a quick "thank you" to the previous version of himself from two days ago who had had the incredible foresight to do some manscaping.

"Ohh… it's… it's pretty big…" Hermione muttered to herself, poking the shaft gently with one finger, which caused Harry to snort.

"Ehrm… it's nothing special, just slightly above average in terms of length. It just looks big to you because it's the only penis you've seen in person," Harry explained, inwardly wondering just why he was downplaying himself like this to Hermione. His words were true, his dick really wasn't all that special, but if she found it big, why was he sitting here trying to convince her otherwise?

"Hmm… I still think it's quite impressive," she responded after a moment of thought. "And I have to wonder… just how in the world it's going to fit… inside…"

"Uhh… fit inside what, exactly?" Harry asked, his heart doing cartwheels in his chest.

"Ahh, umm… nothing! Nothing at all!" she retorted, shaking her head in embarrassment as she realized the implications of her words. Having sex seemed like quite a big step up from what they were currently doing, and not one she was ready to take right now.

"Oh, okay…"

"Either way… what am I supposed to do with his thing?" she inquired, lowering her head to get a closer look at his member. "Do I just… grab it?"

"Well, that would be a good start…" Harry answered, the blush from earlier returning to his cheeks in full force. "You can't really go too wrong with this, just… do what comes naturally to you, and... don't try to run away with it or anything."

Hermione apparently didn't find that last remark quite as funny as he had hoped, as she took a firm grip around the length of his penis and squeezed down with some force.

"Ahh! Ahhh! Hey, stop it! I'm sorry, it was a bad joke!"

Smiling ruefully, she loosened her grip again, before gently stroking her hand up and down his shaft. The sensation was wildly different from what he was used to; it didn't feel quite as good as doing it himself, as her technique and skill was still that of a novice, but the fact that it was Hermione stroking him off more than made up for it.

Thank god Voldemort's Killing Curse rebounded… I'm so happy I'm alive to experience this…

Letting out a grunt of pleasure, he bucked his hips into her touch, upping the speed with which she was rubbing him. His member twitched lightly in her hand, shivering in anticipation. A small amount of precum leaked from his tip and streaked down the front of his cock to land on her skin, something she seemed to find incredibly fascinating.

But then, just as Harry was about to ask her to up the intensity once again, he heard a sound that would forever haunt him in his nightmares from that day forwards: the sound of the great iron doors opening.

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Shooting a frenzied look towards the entrance to the Room of Requirement, he felt his blood freeze to ice in his veins as he saw the door handle on one of the doors being pushed downwards, signaling that someone was about to enter.

In their lust-induced frenzy, they had completely forgotten about one simple fact: that the Room of Requirement was accessible to anyone who knew about its secret. Meaning that, in theory, they could be interrupted at any given moment.

YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME.

Grabbing ahold of Hermione's shoulders, he pushed her down into the bed next to him, her hand moving away from his nether regions as he pulled the duvet over them so that only their upper bodies were visible.

A couple of seconds later, Luna Lovegood came strolling into the room, looking distinctly pleased with herself.

"Uhh… Good morning, Luna," Harry started, trying his best to prevent the irritation he felt at being interrupted from entering his voice.

"Good morning, Harry. Sleep well?" the blonde girl asked, a dreamy smile plastered on her face as her silver eyes met his.

"Y-Yes, surprisingly so, actually."

"That's good to hear. Oh, and morning to you as well, Hermione."

"G-Good morning," the now thoroughly embarrassed witch responded, a fierce blush coloring her cheeks a deep crimson as she shifted in the bed to meet the eyes of her Housemate.

"I see the two of you are back to being friends again," Luna continued, nodding to herself as she spoke. "Or more than friends, actually. That's nice. It was about time you made it official."

Harry had to mentally restrain himself from facepalming. This was not a conversation he wanted to have right now, especially not when he was in such an embarrassing position and sporting the boner from hell.

"Now, I know it must be nice to sleep in together, but I would recommend getting up soon. It's almost lunchtime, after all," she stated, drawing a sharp gasp from Hermione.

"Lunch?! Does that mean… we missed some of our classes?!"

"Yes, you did. You missed History of Magic with Binns and Charms with Professor Flitwick."

"HARRY, WE NEED TO GET UP RIGHT NOW!" Hermione damn near shouted, flying to her feet in seconds, completely forgetting about what they had been doing just moments earlier.

"Oh dear Godric, have mercy," Harry cried silently to himself, mourning the loss of his own release. Hermione must've noticed the despondent look on his face, as she walked over to his side of the bed and leaned close, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.

"I'm sorry… It's unfair that I was the only one who got to feel good, so I promise I'll make it up to you later," she whispered in his ear, before planting a quick kiss on his cheek, seemingly not caring about the fact that Luna was standing just a couple of meters away from them.

Hermione's proposal wouldn't help him alleviate the pressure he was currently suffering from, but it was nice to know she felt guilty enough about it to at least offer him some kind of consolation prize. Needless to say, Harry would be looking forward to this hypothetical "later".

"Alright, let's head to the Great Hall then," he sighed, pushing away the duvet once his erection finally died down. Missing a couple of classes, despite Hermione's exaggerated reaction, wasn't too big of a deal in the grand scheme of things. The only punishment was likely to be a subtraction of House Points, which Harry couldn't have given less of a shit about. The Hogwarts House Cup genuinely didn't matter what so ever, after all. Only First and Second Years really cared about it.

"You should probably head there on your own before us, Luna," Hermione added with a sad smile. "Unless you want to be seen hanging around Hogwarts Most Hated."

"Is that... actually what people are calling me now?" Harry asked with a hint of amusement. "Hogwarts Most Hated?"

"Well, it's a work-in-progress title, but last I checked, yes," Hermione nodded.

"… Damn. This thing with Malfoy has really ruined my reputation, huh."

"You say that like there was anything left to ruin in the first place."

"Touché."

"Okay, I'll be going then," Luna interjected, the dreamy expression on her face turning sad for just a moment. "We can still meet up here in the Room of Requirement later tonight, if you want to."

"Sounds good to me," Harry shrugged, shifting to look at Hermione after Luna had walked out of the door. "Shall we head out as well, then?"

"Yes," she responded, but not before transfiguring her nightgown into normal school robes and smoothing out her hair. "You should probably put on some clothes as well, Harry. I don't think showing up in the Great Hall in your underwear would do much to help with your reputation."

He had to admit she had a point there.

Beauxbatons Academy of Magic

Fleur Delacour let out a long sigh of exhaustion as she closed the book in front of her, her tired eyes shifting to stare at the large pile on her right which she had yet to even start on. Preparing for the Triwizard Tournament was a taxing affair, especially when done in combination with her usual schoolwork. The chosen Triwizard Champion from Beauxbatons would be excused from all classes once the tournament actually started, but for now, that position stood vacant.

If everything goes according to plan, however, I won't have to think about classes at all come late October, as long as I make sure that I'm chosen as the Champion.

The version of herself she showed to the world, the one who was going to be entering her name into the Goblet of Fire, was one that was not afraid to acknowledge her own abilities and magical prowess. That version knew she had a real chance at becoming the Champion, and took pride in that superiority and ignored the jealous whisperings of those she considered beneath her.

When Fleur had been branded an outsider by the others at school, that ice-cold persona had been the only way to deal with their mocking stares and remarks. She had been forced to pretend to be above it all, pretend that their words could not hurt her, and as a direct result of this, the "Ice Queen" had been born.

The real version of Fleur, however, the one she reserved for her family members, was not nearly as perfect or invulnerable. That version cared about every jealous whisper, every false rumor and every snide remark that was thrown her way. It annoyed her that she could be so weak as to care about what others thought of her, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her mind craved affection and friendship, and no matter what she did to distract herself from this, those desires always came back to haunt her.

Perhaps, in another universe, there existed a version of her that had both of those things. A version that wasn't shunned by the other girls, a version that didn't have to pretend to be something she wasn't. But if it did, that was not her current reality.

Well, no point in dwelling on such far-fetched dreams, she thought to herself as she grabbed the next book from her stack, flipping it open to look at the table of contents. I can't change the world I was born into, so I'll just have to make the best of my situation.

A small part of her absentmindedly wondered if the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter, had to deal with similar issues. If he secretly hated the fame and recognition, and only wanted to be acknowledged as the person he was and not as the savior of the Wizarding World.

How ironic that would've been...

Despite what she had told Gabrielle in the Dining Chamber just a couple of days prior, she was secretly looking forward to meeting him. As much as she hated to admit it, she wanted to see how he had turned out, growing up with such a huge achievement tied to his name.

Who knows... maybe... just maybe... he'll be like me.

The thought of it brought a smile to her face.

A/N: I apologize if this chapter came off as slightly more filler-y than normal, it kinda just turned out that way after I wrote that ridiculously long smut scene with Harry and Hermione in the Room of Requirement. I hope you enjoyed it regardless, even if nothing substantial really happened.

No long A/N this time I'm afraid, it's late and I would very much like to head to bed.

If you enjoyed the read, feel free to drop a review with your thoughts, and I'll see you guys in the next chapter.

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