As Hermione woke on the Saturday morning, it took her a moment to remember what had happened the night before. Yesterday evening had been just like any other Friday, at least until the point where she had kissed another girl for the first time, lost her virginity and had her first threesome. As time passed, she started to panic. What was going to happen… what would Ron say? She thought back to her and Harry's closing moments; she felt comforted by the thought that they had shared more that night than she had shared with anyone before, and it would be a long time for Harry would be able to forget. Whilst she lay there, she traced her finger down her leg feeling Harry's cum on her thigh. She smiled to her self and she remembered again the passion that had evoked his ejaculate. Slowly she slid out of bed. A quick glance at her watch told her that it was a quarter to eight.

Three-quarters of an hour later, hair damp but shiny, Hermione found herself walking down the marble staircase on her way to breakfast. As she entered the hall, she saw Harry sitting with Seamus beside a large platter of greasy bacon. Hermione crossed the great hall and sat down next to Harry, gently caressing her hand high on his leg under the table so that Seamus – who was sitting across from them - wouldn't see. Her eyes met Harry's with a look that told her he had clearly thought of nothing but her.

"Hi" said Harry, his tone neutral, but Hermione knew that Seamus was the only reason he said nothing more. As Hermione spread marmalade on a slice of toast she conversationally asked "So, Harry, what were you planning on doing today?"

"Well me and Ginny were going to go for a walk around the grounds in the morning, and then I scheduled Quidditch practice. But…" his sentence trailed away in a way that Hermione knew that all he really wanted to do was spend that Saturday with her, with their bodies entwined in the animalistic passion that they had shared the night before; if she was honest with herself that sounded like a rather good plan too. Memories of the night before came flooding back; filling her with excitement and making her heart began to pound uncontrollably in her chest.

Seamus wasn't paying much attention to Hermione and Harry's conversation and left carrying a stack of toast muttering something about transfiguration homework with Dean. Harry half saw him leave the Great Hall, but his eyes were transfixed on Hermione.

Their eyes meet again, and as they did Hermione lifted her slice of toast to her mouth, biting it seductively. Harry could see the marmalade covering her lips, and wished that he could lick it off her, wishing she were covered head-to-toe in it.

After a few minutes of casual conversation, Hermione asked the question that they were both thinking. "What about us? How… What are we going to… going to do?" she trailed off towards the end of the sentence. Harry, thought for a few seconds. He knew what he wanted, but he didn't know how Ginny would take it. "I… I want for us to be together, you know I do, Hermione. But Ginny…"

"I know Harry" she said. As Harry rose to leave, he saw the deadened look in Hermione's eyes - gone was the fire of last night. But he had made up his mind. He bent down on the proviso of reading The Daily Profit that had been laying on the table and whispered in Hermione's ear "Tonight. And don't worry about Ginny"

As she watched Harry leave, Hermione became very aware of her feelings towards him. Not just the lust that had flared up inside her last night, but a longing for closeness that she hadn't yearned for with anyone else. She sat there staring into her plate for several minutes, savoring the knowledge that not a single person in the world could know what she was thinking.

The morning post arrived with a smattering of tiny droplets of dewy water that reawakened her to her surroundings just as a severely disgruntled barn owl landed in front of Hermione. Unfazed by the owl she scanned the room and saw Malfoy talking angrily to two first year girls. The barn owl clicked its beak impatiently – drawing her attention back to it, Hermione dropped a knut into the leather pouch on its leg. She glanced at the front page without paying it much attention. Sitting there for another few minutes, she forced herself up from the table.
"Off to the library I guess" she muttered to herself, meandering down the length of the Great Hall between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables .She couldn't stop her mind from wondering off to the thrill of what was to come that evening.

By five o'clock Hermione had nearly finished all of the work that she had been set over the week, but had found it very difficult to concentrate. Thoughts of Harry kept floating into her mind as she sat by a desk strewn with books and fragments of parchment with complicated little diagrams and calculations. Realizing she wasn't going to be able to concentrate on any more work, she gathered her belongings and traipsed back to the Gryffindor common room.

Hermione was staring blankly at a page of the Standard Book of Spells: Grade 6, not registering a word on the page as Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team entered the common room. The moment she saw Harry, she rose a few inches from the comfort of the armchair, but fell back down as her eyes fell on Ginny.

Harry had found it difficult not to think of her through the whole practice. His mind was spinning of the countless possibilities that could come from his evening with Hermione. For a few hours, Harry sat by the fire - Dedicated in part to his homework, but finding it difficult to concentrate on non-verbal spells, and conjuring charms and the pages and pages of notes that he had – with the many references and correction that he had to check and follow – he would have finished the work a lot sooner, but Hermione was sitting a few seats away stroking Cruickshank's ears.

At nine O'clock Harry was at the very end of his productivity. He glanced over towards Hermione and caught her eye. It was time. Harry got up casually and walked over to her – on the pretense of asking her about his homework. "Hermione" said Harry cautiously, but Hermione cut across him.

"The library, fifteen minutes, near the restricted section." Breath Hermione, her deep brown eyes never leaving his startlingly green ones. The quizzical look that hung about Harry face was enough to break this pensive moment that stretched between them and make Hermione giggle, and blink profusely. "I've spent half my life in there, how could I have not fantasized about fucking you in there?" Harry could hardly believe what Hermione had said, but after a second he whispered "Take my cloak" and she left for the boy's dormitories.

Harry didn't quite know when Hermione left – she was of course invisible. But he did feel a hand that felt an awful lot like Hermione's on is arse as he moved toward the dormitories to fetch the marauders map.

As he entered the deserted room dashed to pull the map out of his trunk and check it. He whispered, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good, or at least I will be…" and by the light of the guttering candle by his bed Hogwarts was reviled to him. There were few people in the corridors as it was after nine O'clock, so he was quick to spot Hermione creeping down a passageway on the seventh floor. He scanned the surrounding area, checking that she wasn't about to run into anyone. No teachers, and Filtch was on the ground floor. Just as he was about to pocket the map he saw him. Malfoy. He had just appeared in the middle of the seventh floor corridor and was walking in the direction of a bathroom near to it.

In just a few seconds Harry made up his mind. Sure that if he could follow Malfoy back into the room he would be able to find out what he was upto. And he could easily still meet Hermione, it wouldn't take long.

Stuffing the map into his pocket he got up and walked smartly towards the staircase and down into the common room. He crossed the common room and slid through the portrait with out anyone paying him much attention. Now outside the common room he looked down at the map again. Malfoy was still in the bathroom, and Hermione hadn't yet reached the library.

He set off towards the room of requirement, hoping that he would be able to finally find out what Malfoy was upto. It wasn't far from Gryffindor tower and Harry reached the bathroom in only a few minutes, without meeting anyone on the way.

There was an alcove opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy and Harry dived behind it just as Malfoy was coming out of the bathroom. Harry was sure he hadn't seen him, sure that Malfoy was looking the other way. So he crept out, intending to use the same trip jinx on Malfoy, should he see him, as Malfoy had used on him the year before.

As Harry leaned around the corner Malfoy shouted "Impedimenta!" and Harry was forced backwards into the solid stone wall. He could just see Moaning Myrtle looking over at him; it had been she who had warned Malfoy of his approach.

Malfoy walked towards Harry, who was unable to move due to the force of Malfoy's jinx. "What are you doing here Potter?" Asked Malfoy, not waiting for the answer he knew he was not going to receive, he pointed his wand at Harry again. "Locomotor half-blood" said Malfoy, with what could either be distain or pleasure in his voice. And he walked Harry back into the room of requirement.