Chapter 4: Surprise

As they once again went down to the Great Hall, with, once again, Hermione clutching Harry with Ron as a fifth wheel, Hermione broke the silence. "You know Harry, something interesting happened earlier," she said in a somewhat naughty manner (unless Harry was imagining it).

"What?" asked Harry, aroused.

"I was in the girl's bathroom earlier to take a bath. I was undressing, getting a towel, and when I was naked & going into the shower…"

Harry thought all sorts of things as Hermione's words painted things in his mind. Specifically, the part about the undressing, the naked, the shower…

" - when I saw Parvati and Lavender leaving the same stall!" she finished excitedly.

"You're saying they're lesbian and having shower sex in the morning?" asked Ron.

There was silence. Harry then asked the same question.

"Well, it's not impossible, right?" she answered immediately, giggling. "By the way, Harry, we've got a free period after breakfast. Why don't you join me? I've got something planned for both of us."

Planned? For both of us? Harry was thinking dirty thoughts indeed. "Sure," he said after a while. "How 'bout you, Ron? Want to join?"

Before Hermione mouthed protest, Ron replied, "I've got my own personal stuff to do. I'll leave you two."

Hence, after breakfast came. Hermione pulled Harry into what could possibly be his dreams coming true.

Turns out, it was their memorable girls' bathroom, the abode of Moaning Myrtle, but also their secret hiding place, especially when making Polyjuice potion. Inside the doorway was dark, and blocking the view of the bathroom lay a thick black curtain. However, this was just the seclusion Harry needed to say what he needed to.

"Wha-"

"I-"

Hermione smiled. "You go first."

Harry took a deep breath. 'Why am I disrupting our possibly very intense moment?' he thought. But then it also dawned on him that Hermione was his friend. Was he turning into such a pig that the slightest sign of beauty plus interest made drop his pants?

"What's up with you and Ron?" He was scared to see her calm expression. "I mean, you're friends, right? We're friends. Why the rift?"

Hermione replied, still serenely. "When Ron stayed at my house, I-I thought…I liked I him. But this slight adoration turned into passion, and soon, obsession. It got the better of me. So, I did what I thought fit." She paused. "I slept with him."

Harry's dumbstruck face did not deter Hermione. "I tried to, I mean. But he didn't want to. And I'm really grateful that he resisted. Ron stopped me from doing what I wasn't meant to do. Still, it's best to keep distance."

"Harry," she continued. "I hope this doesn't change anything between us." She lay her palm on his cheek. "Because I don't want anything destroying this moment."

Gently pulling him in, Harry saw something like The Garden. It was no garden, nevertheless, the peace, the isolation, the romanticism; they were all so real in the room. Around the circular bathroom floated small scented candles emitting relaxing aromas. Near the center lay a mattress, beautiful, soft, and seductive.

Harry nearly collapsed. He then turned around to see Hermione slowly taking her clothes off; she was now in her lingerie.

"I realized that I didn't want him, Harry. What I wanted…" She walked slowly to him, and placed her hands on his chest. "…was you."

Hermione pushed him ever so gently to the cushion; boy, it was soft. Her nimble fingers took out each button of his uniform, one by one. She then climbed on top of him, her lips drawing closer and closer.

Harry, meanwhile, was half-awake. Everything felt so surreal, so many surprises at once – his mind wanted to collapse. His body, nonetheless, bent to Hermione's will. His crotch swelled, his nipples hardened, his skin tingled. In the end, his mind won.

"Stop!" He stood suddenly that Hermione was flipped backwards, looking so desirable and vulnerable lying down. "Just…just…"

He took off without another word.