(A/N: This one's from andreab182! High T rating.)

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Hermione didn't know just what she'd expected from Grimmauld Palace number 12, but it hadn't been the endless cleaning spree, the tepid boredom, or the constant feeling of being left in the dark about EVERYTHING. The whole experience had been hot blooded and exciting at first, hiding out in the secret, undetectable house with the members of the Order of the Phoenix, starting their own rebellion against the dark and the crooked ministry, but those fantasies were fading faster than her limited patience of Kreacher.

She breathed in a huge cloud of dust and coughed wildly for a few seconds after. The adults were downstairs in another top secret meeting yet again, and she was shocked that there was no fighting coming from the room down the hall (honestly, who's idea had THAT been to put Harry and Ron in the same room?), but she was bored to the point that even reading held no interest for her.

A slight fluttering sound near the ceiling made her open her eyes and reach for her wand, expecting another bug or perhaps a stray Doxie, and cocked an eyebrow when the culprit turned out to be a scrap of paper, magically levitated. The Accio spell rose to her lips, but the paper flew straight into her hand without her having to say a word- Banished too, then. She sat up and unfolded it, smiling when she recognized Harry's awful writing.

Are you as bored as I am?

She huffed and smirked, jotting down a quick response and sending it back to him. More so, I'd bet.

It was back in seconds. Weasely's asleep. I wish you were here instead of him. The conversation's better.

Hermione pictured him in her head, in his nightclothes with probably still wet hair from the bath, and felt a small shiver trickle down her spine as a naughty though took up residence in her head. They had started shakily and secretly dating around the end of fourth year, and things had slowly but steadily progressed to experimentation stage. A blush rose in her cheeks- she COULDN'T, SHE wouldn't DARE- as an idea formed, and, feeling quite daring, she reached for her quill.

Is that ALL that's better, Harry James?

It took him maybe twenty seconds, so clearly he was in the same mood she was.

Are you trying to get me to come in there, Hermione Jean?

Depends on what you'd do if you did.

It only grew from there. For half an hour they sent messages back and forth, getting progressively dirtier as they both got bolder and more comfortable with it. Hermione was squeezing her legs together and panting hard after a very detailed description of Harry's oral abilities, and she rapidly scrawled a response and Banished it down the hall.

A minute passed, then two, then five, but nothing came back. Frowning, Hermione tried again, and again, to no avail. It was as though he'd fallen asleep.

Harry? Are you still there?

After a few more agonizing moments, another piece of paper finally made it back. Hermione snatched it out of the air and unfolded it.

Dear Harry and Hermione, this is Sirius. The last few messages have been sent to my room- you two need to focus more on where you Banish things next time. And to my darling godson, we need to have a serious talk about where your mouth has been. See you in the morning.

Hermione buried her face in her pillow and began to immediately suffocate herself, face so red she looked like she was about to burst a vessel.