This is a SeXuAL FaNFiC. I am writing this on my phone, and because I am lazy about it, I may weave a plot, no promises though. Sorry. I have done this once before, but I don't know if I'm any good, so I would highly, highly, highly appreciate any feedback whatsoever. Anyway, enjoy however you may please, wink wink… also, I have not read the books in a while, so some things may be blurry. Now, let's get to it.

Chapter One: Hot Chocolate/Hermione

Quidditch tonight. Harry woke up, and that was the first thought that came into his head. His primal conscious didn't want to open his eyes in his sleepy stupor. His head moved to the left and the first thing he saw was Neville drooling onto his pillow. He looked at his clock, and the clock read 5:17 AM.

He internally decided to get up, and trudge on to his day.

He got dressed and went down to the Common Room. Where he found Hermione already up, a steamy cup of whatever on the end table beside her, her face buried in a book as usual, the only light coming from the dim fireplace.

Perhaps she was trying to outwit Harry and his ol' Half-Blood Prince. The mysterious book he found during Slughorns first lesson, which led him to win a vial of Felix Felicus.

"Hey Mione."

Hermione jumped the slightest bit, startled by the sudden break of silence. "You're up early Harry."

"Yeah, is that coffee?"

"Hot chocolate, actually. I caught Dobby as he was leaving, and he brought the drink even though it shouldn't be his first assumption that I want something."

Please don't go into S.P.E.W, please don't go into S.P.E.W!

Harry spoke first, just in case.

"Didya dream at all?"

Hermione did dream that night, in fact she had a very vivid dream about Ginny, but she couldn't go into it with Harry, it would be too awkward, and completely unethical at that! And besides, Professor Binns had an exam coming up, so studying needed to be her first priority for the next couple days.

"Hot chocolate sounds nice." It was November, and a very cold one too. The student body of Hogwarts was trying their best to stay warm. Friends would ask for hugs, and couples would inch closer every minute. Hot chocolate would be a nice start to the day.

"Don't call for Dobby! You already have him following Draco, just go to the House Elves yourself."

Harry thought about it, and the long for hot chocolate was great. So he said "I'll be back." And started for the kitchen

He didn't run into anyone, but that wasn't a bad thing. He wasn't the type to speak to strangers. Unless of course he had to. Harry's just being cautious. Who knows who's working for Voldemort and who's not.

He got to the kitchens, the House Elves were very nice, and made a fresh mug of hot chocolate. He sat down because he suddenly felt light headed.

The elves got concerned but Harry just drank his drink.

POP

Harry jumped in his seat and spilled the steaming mug of hot chocolate on himself.

"Harry Potter sir! What has Dobby done?"

The elves working on the ceiling were startled at Dobby's yell, and they dropped on of the old bricks they were replacing.

It fell out of their hands and their attempts to catch it were useless, as the heavy brick plummeted toward Harry.

Harry woke up in the hospital wing, unaware of the events that brought him there.

He remembered going to the dentist as a child and getting novacained. He felt that numb sensation all over his body, particularly in his head. Not his scalp, his skull.

Harry felt a hand on his forehead, and a bottle being led into his mouth. He remembered the taste as Skele-Grow, from his second year. His instinct was to spit it out, but he swallowed it this time.

He faded in and out for days, getting a couple of visitors. Today he woke up to nobody. He looked to his left to see a stack of parchment, with a quill and ink.

How thoughtful of Hermione, he thought sarcastically.

The hospital wing had been expanded back in his fourth year, so now depending on the severity of the injury, you may get a room to yourself. He was in a room.

Madam Pomfrey entered, not noticing Harry awake. When she realized he was conscious, she explained that the brick had fallen on his head, and fractured his skull.

There may be some damage in his brain, but they couldn't be sure.

"If there is damage, it would likely be in the hypothalamus. But you are healing fast, so if there is, it is very minor damage."

"Ok." He'll ask Hermione what a hypothalamus is next time she visits.

"I think I'm going to rest a bit more."

"That will help."

She had opened the door, and said, "Oh, Ms. Granger, nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"Sorry Madam Pomfrey."

"Mr. Potter was about to get some rest…"

"Oh no it's fine Madam, I've slept enough."

Madam Pomfrey left to go attend to the afterparty of the Quidditch game that happened last night. A Weasley had gotten knocked off their broom and got a minor wrist injury.

"Why'd you tempt me to get that Hot Chocolate?"

"Why were you so easily tempted?" She grinned as she answered his question with a question.

"You know, the House Elves that dropped the brick tried to punish themselves after they harmed you. Self-harm is a better term."

I don't need to hear a S.P.E.W rant.

"D'ya know what a hypothalamus is? Madam Pomfrey said there may be some damage there."

As though she was a dictionary, she said, "a region of the forebrain below the thalamus which coordinates both the autonomic nervous system and the activity of the pituitary, controlling body temperature, thirst, hunger, and other homeostatic systems, and involved in sleep and emotional activity."

"What?"

"It controls hunger, thirst, and hormonal functions. If it's damaged, you could have problems with eating, drinking, and intercourse. But it's not like you're using that third thing… right?"

Harry chuckled at this, but Hermione was serious.

"Are you shagging, Harry?"

"No, of course not," he felt like he needed to even the playing field, "Are you?"

"Ha, I wish-no I don't… well, who doesn't wish that."

Harry felt the covers being lifted. He instinctively held them, and he looked down to see his crotch had grown.

He noticed the same time Hermione did. She looked down, and Harry adjusted himself.

"It's fine, Harry," she said in a nervous manner. Breathing more deeply. "With the situation you're in anyway. It's probably something to do with your brain."

Harry noticed her body language, and how she talked. It was like she was under pressure.

She peeked and it stood up again. Her eyes lingered for mere seconds before her mind lingered somewhere else, and her persona and resistance to, ahem, thoughts slowly started weakening.

"Harry?"

Harry was focused on getting his member to stay down. It was bigger than it had been before. At least a couple more Inches. But the awkwardness of the situation far outweighed his excitement about his bigger dick.

Hermione looked again, and Harry was looking down, focusing on himself. He wouldn't notice if she looked for a bit.

That's around seven inches, maybe even eight…

"Harry, was it that… big before the accident...?"

"Uh… whaddya mean Hermione?"

She really thought about it, and her instinctive side started eating reason away, as her panties started to get more and more moist.

She got up, and moved her chair closer. She got close to Harry, and whispered into his ear, "Don't worry, it's my first time too," as she started going up and down his neck, kissing him.

"What if Pomfrey comes in?"

Hermione took a break from his neck, and waved her wand at the door. "There, now we can scream as loud as we want."