Disclaimer: The Malfoys once again got off with a slap on the wrist despite everything they did. One action by Narcissa does not excuse Draco and Lucius' numerous heinous actions.
Summary: Hermione decides to teach Ginny/Harry's paramour first hand exactly what being Harry's girlfriend really means.
AN: Fair warning, these are virtually the same scene. For those of you who prefer the canon pairings, the first is with Ginny. The second is for those who don't like the H/G pairing, and wish to substitute for someone else. Also, the default girl is either a Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff since this is still largely based on canon either way, and Harry being with a Slytherin is unlikely so soon after defeating Voldemort.
Ginny version
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It all started with a scream. Harry was having another nightmare about the war that woke up his dormmates. The boys, already knowing the routine, immediately hopped to. Neville and Ron opened Harry's bedcurtains and pulled back his sheets while Ron calls Kreacher to go wake up Hermione. Dean headed into the bathroom, grabbed a bunch of towels, soaked them in cold water, and brought them back to the room. The three boys then arranged the cold compresses on Harry as best they could. Hermione instructed Kreacher to go wake Ginny as she put on a house coat, before even leaving the dorm and heading over to the boy's dorm. Once there, she sat on Harry's bed, and began stroking his forehead.
"Miss Mione, redhead is telling Kreacher to bugger off." The elf reported moments later.
Hermione gave a huff of annoyance, before telling the boys to keep an eye on him. Stomping down the boys stairs, and back up the girls side to the room she shared with Ginny, Katie, and surprisingly Parvati, Hermione stopped by Ginny's bedside, and cast a silencing bubble around it. That done, she snatched open the bed curtains, and found Ginny lying asleep on her stomach. Pulling back the covers on Ginny's bed, Hermione gained a rather devious smile. Next she raised her right hand as high as she could, before bringing it down harsly on Ginny's exposed backside. Even through her pajama pants, Ginny could feel the full force of the blow.
Ginny gave a startled yelp as her stinging right cheek jerked her into wakefulness, and as she heard Hermione order. "Up Ginevra!"
"Damn it, Hermione," Ginny said loudly. "-what the bloody hell was that for?"
"Stop complaining, you should have come when I sent Kreacher to get you." She said.
"Again, what the bloody hell was that all about?" Ginny protested.
"You told me that you loved Harry, that you wanted to be there for him. Was that a lie?" Hermione asked coldly.
"Of course not." The redhead snapped back, offended that Hermione would think otherwise.
"Then get up." Hermione ordered. "Harry's having a nightmare, so it's time to earn your keep."
"But it's three in the morning." Ginny complained.
"You said that you understood what you were getting into." Hermione reminded her. "Not only that, but you got upset when you found Harry and I in bed together that morning at the Burrow. I believe your argument was that as his girlfriend, you're the one who should be comforting him, was it not? Well, here is your chance to step up to the pitch. If you can't deal, if you're going to abandon him the first time he needs you, then maybe you shouldn't even bother trying to get back together."
With a groan of frustration, Ginny got out of bed, threw on a housecoat, and followed Hermione over to Harry and her brother's dorm room.
As soon as they get arrived, Ginny was shocked when Hermione told her girl to strip down to her bra and panties as she would need as much skin contact as possible.
"But I'm not wearing a bra," Ginny protested. "I never wear one to bed."
"Then I'd suggest you start, because this will work much better without pajamas or nightgowns interfering."
With a blush, Ginny undid the front tie of her housecoat, and shrugged the heavy garment off, laying it on the chair by Harry's bed, and following suit with her teeshirt and pajama pants. She was admittedly embarrassed to be in such a state with two boys and her brother in the room, but found that all but Ron, who's eyes were focused on Harry's condition, had turned away in consideration.
"Okay, there are three ways to do this." Hermione explained. "First, you can roll Harry onto his side, and spoon up against his back; rubbing his chest. The second method, is to snuggle up to his side, one leg draped over his waist, the other wrapped around both his legs, while caressing his chest. Either side works, but I recommend the left as it allows one to be lulled to sleep by the soft thud of Harry's heart against his chest. The third and most effective way, and the one with the quickest results..."
Ron and Dean- who'd already seen at least that much of her when they'd been together her fifth year- helped prop Harry up halfway, and Hermione gestured for Ginny to sit behind him, legs spread, before carefully situating Harry between the young witches legs, leaning his head against her chest. Hermione guided the girl's soft hands so that they wrapped around him, one sliding over his stomach to rest a gentle hand on his waist, the other slithering across his chest and griping lightly at his shoulder. She instructed the girl to pull him back onto her chest, her small breasts flattening against his back as her hair and her breath danced across the skin of his neck. Finally she grabbed ahold of Ginny's splayed legs, and positioned them until they were wrapped around harry's own, her thighs pressed to his hips, and her calves along his inner thighs, pulling his legs apart.
"This is usually the best position until he stops squirming, but he'll still be tense, so caressing his brow works to help him relax back into a more peaceful sleep."
"He's kind of heavy." Ginny grunted a bit.
"Much as I hate to say it, you'll probably get used to it before long, and it won't be much after that that you'll be able to fall asleep with no problem despite the weight. He's usually alright, but it can get really bad around Halloween, the beginning of May, and the end of June, as that's when the worst of his worst memories occurred."
Ginny continued blushing fiercely, not only from the intimate position, but also from the fact that she was still virtually topless in front of Hermione, her brother, Neville, and her ex-boyfriend; her modesty protected only by Harry's head and shoulders. It took almost ten minutes for Harry to calm down- signifying one of his stronger night terrors- during which the bedroom vigilance stayed as alert as they could in case something else happened. Once he had, hermione stood from the bed, and smiled at Ginny.
"Not bad for your first try, but you know that until he decides to talk to someone about things."
Ginny nodded. "And given Harry's tendency to bottle things up, this isn't going to go away any time soon."
"Good night Ginny." Hermione said, before leaning over, and planting a soft to Harry's forehead. "Night Harry, you're in good hands now."
Ginny couldn't help blushing and smiling at the praise. Standing back up, Hermione gave her boyfriend a kiss goodnight, before yawning, and heading back to her own bed. Her brother gave her a searching look, before finally nodding and heading to his own bed. Just before the bed curtains fell to block them from view- courtesy of Neville- she caught Neville and Dean giving her approving nods as well. Shifting to find a more comfortable position, Ginny gave it up as a bad job, before repositioning Harry's pillows behind her, and leaning back against the now cushioned headboard.
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Random Paramour version
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It all started with a scream. Harry was having another nightmare about the war that woke up his dormmates. The boys, already knowing the routine, immediately hopped to. Neville and Ron opened Harry's bedcurtains and pulled back his sheets while Ron calls Kreacher to go wake up Hermione. Dean headed into the bathroom, grabbed a bunch of towels, soaked them in cold water, and brought them back to the room. The three boys then arranged the cold compresses on Harry as best they could. Hermione instructed Kreacher to go wake Mary Su as she put on a house coat, before even leaving the dorm and heading over to the boy's dorm. Once there, she sat on Harry's bed, and began stroking his forehead.
"Miss Mione, Missy Witch is telling Kreacher to bugger off." The elf reported. Hermione gave a huff of annoyance, before gaining a rather devious smile.
"Kreacher, you have my permission to use Granger wake up protocol three." The elf gave a mimicking smile, before popping away.
"Do I even want to know?" Neville asked, noticing the smile, and Ron's snicker.
"Despite being the letter of punctuality here, Hermione is not exactly a morning person away from Hogwarts." Ron explained. "Harry converted one of the rooms of the place we were using as a base of operations last year into a training room, and we usually spent our mornings in their. Only problem was that Hermione was slow to rise, and kept holding up the sessions. Harry put paid to that when he told her one morning that if she didn't come when Kreacher called, he was going to come wake her up himself, and she wouldn't like it very much."
"And just how did he wake her?" Neville asked, almost sure he didn't want to know,
"He walked into her room, snatched her covers off, and gave her a very firm smack on the arse."
"I can vouch for that." Dean said grinning. "My mum used to do that to us."
"You know, I wouldn't think that either of you would accept something like that, for obviously different reasons." Neville teased.
"Hermione protested at first, until Harry told her it was an equal opportunity wake up call." Ron said. "She took great pleasure in paying him back, and waking me up occasionally."
"And you didn't have a problem with him smacking Hermione on the rear?" Dean asked.
"Not really, except that one time." Ron said blushing. "I still had some fears about the two of them, and the way Hermione woke up almost saw a return of Ron the Git from fourth year."
"What happened?"
"Hermione just so happened to be having a very nice dream that morning, and refused to acknowledge the wake up call." This earned Ron raised brows from the other two boys.
"Let's just say that there are nerve clusters that connect from the clitoris to the bum, and Harry's smack to mine finished me off with quite a bit of gusto." Hermione admitted, shocking everyone at the fact that she was being so candid about something so intimate. For those wondering, being a grown woman, and not being a virgin any longer, there were a lot of things that just didn't phase her anymore; especially after everything she, Harry, and Ron had been through the last year.
Meanwhile, over in the Ravenpuff seventh year dorms, Kreacher stood next to a bed with his right hand as high as he could, before bringing it down harsly on Mary's exposed backside.
Mary Su gave startled yelp as her stinging right cheek jerked her into wakefulness, and as she heard the elf order. "Missy Hermione said gets up!" This was quickly followed by the elf popping away.
"Damn it, Granger," Mary swore loudly, glaring at the space that the elf had formerly occupied. With a groan of annoyance, she got out of bed, threw on a housecoat, and stomp out her dorm door, down the short hallway to the common room, across the common room, out of the door leading to Ravenpuff House, traversed the several flights of stairs to Gryffindor Tower, through the already opened portrait hole that Seamus was holding open, up the boys stairs, and into the dorm of her romantic interest.
"What the hell are you playing at having that elf molest me?" She growled.
"Stop complaining, you should have come when I sent Kreacher to get you the first time." She said.
When Mary looked ready to very loudly protest, and call foul, Hermione figuratively cut her off at the knees. "You told me that you really liked Harry. You said that you wanted to be the one, and that you would be there for him." Hermione's cold tone brought her up short. "Was that a lie?"
"Of course not." The witch snapped back, offended that Hermione would think otherwise.
"Then quit complaining." Hermione ordered. "Harry's having a nightmare, so it's time to earn your keep."
"It's three in the morning," She snapped. "-and you woke me up because of a bad dream?"
"You said that you understood what you were getting into." Hermione taunted her. The mocking tone, and looks of disapproval from the rest of the room's occupants killed whatever else she was going to say. Everyone close to Harry as this girl wanted to be knew that he didn't just have normal nightmares. "Not only that, but you were the one who got all upset when you found Harry and I in bed together that morning awhile back. I believe your argument was that as his girlfriend, you're the one who should be comforting him? Well, here is your chance to step up to the pitch. If you can't deal, if you're going to abandon him the first time he needs you, then you shouldn't even bother trying to go any further with him. I'm sure Ginny would be more than happy to try again with him, and she certainly wouldn't complain about being woken up to take care of Harry."
Knowing that there was nothing else she could say to that, she slumped. "Fine, what do I need to do?"
Hermione told her girl to strip down to her bra and panties as she would need as much skin contact as possible.
"But I'm not wearing a bra," Mary protested. "I never wear one to bed."
"Then I'd suggest you start, because this will work much better without pajamas or nightgowns interfering."
With a blush, Mary Su undid the front tie of her housecoat, and shrugged the heavy garment off, laying it on the chair by Harry's bed, and following suit with her pajamas. She was admittedly embarrassed to be in such a state with three boys, but found that all but Ron, who's eyes were focused on Harry's condition, had turned away in consideration. She was very grateful for that. While she wasn't anywhere near someone like Susan, or the hospitalized Lavender, she was certainly above average, and the attention her recent developments had gotten from the unsavory sorts that had infested the castle the previous year had made her uncomfortable, and carried over to nearly all attention from boys.
"Okay, there are three ways to do this." Hermione explained. "First, you can roll Harry onto his side, and spoon up against his back; rubbing his chest. The second method, is to snuggle up to his side, one leg draped over his waist, the other wrapped around both his legs, while caressing his chest. Either side works, but I recommend the left as it allows one to be lulled to sleep by the soft thud of Harry's heart against his chest. The third and most effective way, and the one with the quickest results..."
Ron and Dean- who'd already seen at least that much of her when they'd been together her fifth year- helped prop Harry up halfway, and Hermione gestured for Mary to sit behind him, legs spread, before carefully situating Harry between the young witches legs, leaning his head against her chest. Hermione guided the girl's soft hands so that they wrapped around him, one sliding over his stomach to rest a gentle hand on his waist, the other slithering across his chest and griping lightly at his shoulder. She instructed the girl to pull him back onto her chest, her semi-large breasts flattening against his back as her hair and her breath danced across the skin of his neck. Finally she grabbed ahold of Mary's splayed legs, and positioned them until they were wrapped around Harry's own, her thighs pressed to his hips, and her calves along his inner thighs, pulling his legs apart.
"This is usually the best position until he stops squirming, but he'll still be tense, so caressing his brow works to help him relax back into a more peaceful sleep."
"He's kind of heavy." Mary Su grunted a bit, shifting to adjust the pressure on her bosom.
"Much as I hate to say it, you'll probably get used to it before long, and it won't be much after that that you'll be able to fall asleep with no problem despite the weight. He's usually alright, but it can get really bad around Halloween, the beginning of May, and the end of June, as that's when the worst of his worst memories occurred."
Mary continued blushing fiercely, not only from the intimate position, but also from the fact that she was still virtually topless in front of Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Dean; her modesty protected only by Harry's head and shoulders. It took almost ten minutes for Harry to calm down- signifying one of his stronger night terrors- during which the bedroom vigilance stayed as alert as they could in case something else happened. Once he had, Hermione stood from the bed, and smiled at her.
"Not bad for your first try, but you know that until he decides to talk to someone about things."
Mary nodded. "And given Harry's tendency to bottle things up, this isn't going to go away any time soon."
"Good night Mary." Hermione said, before leaning over, and planting a soft to Harry's forehead. "Night Harry, you're in good hands now."
Mary Su couldn't help smiling at the praise. Standing back up, Hermione gave her boyfriend a kiss goodnight, before yawning, and heading back to her own bed. Ron gave her a searching look, before finally nodding and heading to his own bed. Just before the bed curtains fell to block them from view- courtesy of Neville- she caught Neville and Dean giving her approving nods as well. Shifting to find a more comfortable position, Mary gave it up as a bad job, before repositioning Harry's pillows behind her, and leaning back against the now cushioned headboard.