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He has to admit that Hermione is tough to please. But he's up to the challenge.

Harry can't believe she still hasn't begged. He was sure the moment they were dry humping on the couch she would, but in a turn of events, it was her on her knees that almost brought him to insanity.

He enters her room, kissing her gently, loving the way her legs are wrapped around him. Harry settles her down on the bed with a goal in mind. He wants to kiss her body, he wants to discover every inch and what makes her squirm and moan.

And he's so excited for it that it's a little odd. It's not like he doesn't take pleasure in satisfying the many women he has sex with, but with Hermione… he can't explain. It feels like he wouldn't mind doing this for the whole night and next day. And the day after that. And then another day-

He really wants to please her. So much he might even be shaking from anticipation. It's been a long time since he felt something close to this… maybe only when he lost his virginity, when he started having sex with-

Blinking, he sends these thoughts away and smiles at her, nuzzling her neck. She has a divine smell. It's a perfect mixture of sweetness and books. Paper. Ink. And it's so Hermione his heart skips a beat when he realizes how many other times he felt overwhelmed by her smell without even noticing.

Inside the Hogwarts Express. At the Common Room when they sat side by side. Every time she hugged him like a bear. When they were studying at the Library. On the hunt. Inside that tent- her smell soothed him so many times. Her presence. Knowing that she was there, that she wouldn't leave, that-

He kisses her neck tenderly, his hands squeezing her flesh with force.

This is Hermione.

And this is real. She's real.

Hermione digs her nails into his back when he sucks on her neck at the point she showed him earlier. Harry bites softly, smiling to himself. Her nipples are so fucking hard. She must be so wet- He has no idea how she's resisting this small torture.

She made a mistake when she gave him that orgasm. Because if Harry knows her, he's sure she's doing her best not to beg. But now he's ready to start it all over again while she's on the edge. Very on the edge.

He rubs himself on her, his beard leaving a trail on her skin while he kisses her collarbone and takes some time to worship her breasts. He meant what he said. They're insanely beautiful and they fit so perfectly in his palms that it almost feels like they were made for them.

"Hmmm." She moans, disheveling him now.

He looks up at her face. She's lost in wantonness. Completely at his mercy, her eyes closed, her teeth biting on her lower lip with force. And she's breathing so hard. He wonders if he could make her cum without even touching her cunt. And the thought makes himself moan while he spreads open mouthed kisses on her belly.

She's so hot.

He bites on her flesh, feeling a bit mad. It crosses his mind that they should have done this years ago.

Friends with benefits. Of course. It's perfect for them.

Harry takes a deep breath when he reaches her panties. It's kind of absurd that she's still wearing them. He kneels on the bed and spreads her legs open to him. Hermione doesn't open her eyes or say a thing. She's trembling a bit and he's sure it is from sheer desire.

He gulps, looking at her. He wanted her to beg, but right now his desire to see her having an orgasm is stronger.

"Look at me." He says with a hoarse voice. "Hermione."

She opens her eyes, wetting her lips. He can see that she's about to beg, but she presses her lips together, moaning at the back of her throat. One of her hands squeezing her breast searching for some release, for-

He takes both her hands and pins them above her head on the mattress. He leans a bit forward, hovering over her face, teasing. He kisses her cheeks, then her mouth.

Fuck. She's an excellent kisser.

She's moving under him, her hips trying to meet his, her hands making some effort to get free from his grip.

He pins her down even more and pulls back from the kiss.

"I'm stronger." He whispers to her. "Don't fight it."

She grits her teeth. He wonders if she'll tell him to let her go - which he will - but she doesn't. And it's clear that she enjoys this game of dominance. He raises one eyebrow.

"You like it, don't you?" He asks. "That I'm stronger. That you're totally at my mercy." She moans in answer. "Does my weight on you turns you on?" He pins her more on the mattress. "Tell me," He gives her a peck. "Do you want me to be rough? To pin you down and put my hand around your neck-"

"I need-" She whispers. It comes out strangled, desperate.

"What? I didn't hear you." He moves his hips into hers. "Say it louder, Hermione."

She shakes her head, letting out a huge breath. Angry. But then she looks at him.

"If you're not giving me an orgasm, then let me take care of it." She says louder.

He opens a huge smile. Damn. She's really tough. And the more she resists, the more delightful it will be when she begs.

"Oh…" He kisses her neck. "Don't worry." He moves to speak into her ear. "I'll give you an orgasm. Since you asked so nicely I'll do it right now."

She snorts, kissing his cheek and Harry moves one hand down her belly, finally, fucking finally, reaching into her panties.

Hermione moans when his fingers find her folds. She's so damn wet and ready, throbbing, just how he imagined she would be. Just how he wanted her to be.

His heart is beating extremely fast, just as hers. Harry moves a bit to the side, not between her legs anymore, and he locks his eyes on hers. Hermione is having a hard time breathing and stopping her moans. He wants to see her face while his fingers explore her, while he learns exactly what she likes and wants.

Wetting his lips, he touches her clit and she closes her eyes, shaking a bit. He starts slow, testing… studying her. And he's taken by her expressions, by the way she bites her lower lip and shuts her eyes with force. By the way she opens her mouth in clear soundless moans, breathing heavily.

Harry gulps, himself getting pretty hard, pretty fast.

"Here?" He asks, moving his fingers, applying more pressure and-

She jerks a bit, letting out a soft moan. "Yes!"

He inhales deeply, trying to control his own desire. Because he never felt he should be inside someone this strongly.

He doesn't change what he's doing and he watches while she squirms, her own hips moving in a way, trying to find the perfect sensation. He kisses her neck, lowering his head to kiss her breast, licking her nipple and going back to her mouth.

They share a sloppy kiss, heated.

When Harry pulls back, he says, "Look at me."

Her eyes look like infinite pools of the sweetest chocolate. He can't help smiling. And she smiles too between heavy breaths.

"Show me what you like." He whispers close to her mouth, nuzzling her face.

One of her hands meets his on her cunt and Hermione steers his fingers gently. He touches her forehead with his, understanding what she's telling him without words, mimicking her movements.

She moves her head to give him another kiss, a soft one.

Something tugs at Harry's chest and he moves back, blinking.

"What?" Hermione asks, her voice thin. He also stopped his movements and she tugs his hair. "Harry?"

He shakes his head. "Nothing, nothing." He kisses her, ignoring the previous feeling and stimulating her again.

Their eyes are locked now and he can see how much she needs a release, how much she's shaking and jerking and-

Hermione closes her eyes, "Fuck." She says in a dirty way, inching closer to him, her hips moving up, his fingers merciless on her clit now.

Harry confesses he's a bit fascinated by her.

To see Hermione in such an intimate moment is… she was right earlier. Even with all the intimacy they already had, this is another level, this is very personal. To give yourself to someone else, to show them your inner desire-

He kisses her again, his tongue meeting hers slowly. Harry moves to get rid of her panties for good and Hermione whines when his fingers leave her sex. She writhes, and he takes off the panties.

Kneeling between her legs, he takes a moment to observe Hermione naked, in front of him, within his reach.

For me.

It's so fucking arousing he moans at the back of his throat. Harry squeezes her thighs.

"You're insanely beautiful, Hermione."

"I don't care, Harry." She snaps. "I just need-"

He laughs loudly. "I know. Hey," He leans forward and kisses her again. She bites angrily on his lower lip. "Relax." He says, his hands still squeezing her thighs. "I'll give you the best orgasm of your life."

"So much talking and no doing."

He shakes his head and decides that it's time to end the teasing or else Hermione will give up on the whole friends with benefits thing.

Slowly licking her nipple, he fingers her. And, oh-

"You're so tight, fuck, Hermione." He bites gently on her nipple and she moans louder this time, her hands on his hair and shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.

He eases one finger inside her, dawning on him what he's doing with his best friend and moaning at how hot it feels. The sensation is taking over him and Harry is sure this is the most delicious fever he ever had. Taking a deep breath he inserts another finger and she jerks involuntarily. In and out slowly, still wanting to feel every inch of her, wanting to know her, he drives her mad. Hermione actually screams when he curls his fingers inside her and stimulates mercilessly.

Her nails are hurting him, but Harry doesn't care. He keeps going, his thumb on her clit, his tongue on her nipple, his fingers-

She tenses and then she moans blissfully, her whole body shakes and she holds on to him with a deadly grip. He smiles, feeling an immense and surreal satisfaction at how hard she's orgasming.

"Fuuuck." Hermione says, her voice totally hoarse. "Haarry!"

It's the most beautiful sound in the world and he groans, kissing her neck, still with his fingers inside her, enjoying every second of this, riding it out with her.

It takes Hermione a few minutes to come back to Earth. When she does, their eyes meet and she laughs joyously. He laughs with her. Then, turning a bit serious, he licks on the fingers that were inside her, sucking. Her eyes are glued on his and Harry moans at the back of his throat.

"You taste like heaven." And he knows she might think he's joking or that he says this to every woman, but he never did. It's the first time he uses such words and feels so… instantly addicted.

He wants to eat her out. And he will.

Harry can't wait.

She shakes her head, closing her eyes, there are some tears from sheer pleasure there and Hermione brushes them away.

"Satisfied?" He asks in a cocky tone.

Hermione snorts. "Well, I am. Thank you very much." She mocks him and they chuckle. "Seriously, I needed that." He tilts his head, knowing that she was too tense.

"Glad I could help, Miss Granger." They share a peck. "From 1 to 10?"

"10 being what? The best orgasm of my life?" She asks. He nods, feeling pretty sure that- "8."

Harry widens his eyes. "8?" He feels and sounds outraged. "8?" He's almost shrieking. Harry blinks. She has a smile on her face. "Are you serious?"

"I'm being honest." She says and he knows she's telling the truth. It frustrates him. Immensely. Mostly because her bj was a 10. Almost an 11 - off the charts.

He clicks his tongue. "Tell me about this 10."

She raises one eyebrow. "It's not a competition, Harry-"

"It is! Come on."

Hermione inhales deeply, rolling her eyes. "Fine." She moves one hand to his chest. "It's not that what you just did wasn't amazing, but for me some oral and then penetration is really the best." She winks at him, he restrains himself from saying that they'll get there in a bit. "If you put it into perspective, since I don't care much about the whole fingering thing, it was my best orgasm on this regard." She shrugs. "It's personal, Harry. Not to mention that I… get there more easily when I have a deep connection-"

"Don't we have a deep connection?" He frowns. "Aren't we best friends?"

"It's different." She says. "We're not in love. And the best sex for me happens when I'm in love. That's mostly why I don't hookup as often as you do. I mean, it's not that I don't enjoy, but most guys hardly get to a 7." She makes a face. "Well, Edward was a pretty solid 7, I'll give him that."

He sets his jaw. "Am I just one number up on Edward? Your best friend since we were eleven? Is that what you're saying? That it wasn't-"

"Hey, calm down." She cups his cheek. "Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not nervous." He moves a bit back, not in her reach anymore, kneeling on the bed. Hermione frowns, raising on her elbows to look at him. "I'm just curious." He says through his teeth. Truth is… he's a bit annoyed. There's a strange sensation inside him, tugging and pulling, nagging him. Harry just wants it gone. "Who was it, then? The 10?"

She sighs. "Viktor."

He purses his lips. He shouldn't have asked.

Ignorance is bliss.

He hates Viktor Krum.

He hates that smug face of his and the way he thinks he's the best Seeker in the world-

"I told you that we used to fuck like bunnies, Harry." She points it out, her expression strange, as if she's trying to understand his reaction. Which she won't. She won't because not even Harry himself knows what's going on. "And we were together for years, so you can imagine how many-"

"Okay, okay." He waves a hand, stopping her words, not wanting to hear. "I wanna know how to a reach a 10, Hermione."

She snorts, lying back down and taking a pillow to support her head. She's smiling and Harry can't remember a moment she looked so carefree and gorgeous. Her hair is a mess, her eyes have a special glint, her smile is wide with a hint of secrecy that she probably shares with all the guys she has sex with, and her skin looks as smooth as ever with a thin layer of sweat.

In his opinion she looks like a Goddess.

And she tastes like one too.

He gulps, surprised by his own thoughts.

Hermione, however, doesn't seem to notice what's going through his mind.

"Hm, how to reach a 10…" She teases, one finger tapping on her chin while she squints. "I have to say that it's not going to be easy. I have very high standards."

He snorts, shaking his head. "If Krum was able to do it, so am I."

She throws her head back, laughing loudly. "My god, you do have a huge ego. Is this because he's a better Seeker?"

Harry opens his mouth, shocked. "You think he's a better Seeker?" His voice comes out low. He has to admit that her words hurt a bit-

"No. I don't. But from what I read on the last published article based on the games, he has better numbers than you and such." She shrugs.

He kind of breathes relieved. This is not her personal opinion.

"That's rubbish. I'm way better. He's just on a lucky streak. And the teams he faces in Bulgaria are way worse than the league we have here in the UK." Not a lie.

"True. It's an impossible comparison." She looks down. "The same way with the sex, Harry." He frowns. "I dated Viktor, we were in love and in a relationship. We had plans of marrying and building a family. Everything around us and sex was… intense." She presses her lips together, her eyes lost. He knows she must be thinking about Krum and what they shared. "But, yeah, if you wanna know, it was a 10 when we decided we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together." He widens his eyes. He never heard of this.

"What? He proposed?"

She gulps, daring to look at him. "It wasn't a formal proposal, it was a mutual decision. And we decided we wanted to keep it to ourselves. I never told this to anyone." She whispers. "After that night, he…" She clears her throat, "He made arrangements to go back to Bulgaria, he thought, on his own, that I would love to build a home and a family there with him and his family. He told me he wouldn't be able to raise his children away from his parents and such." She sighs. "He even bought us a house. Everything without asking me what I wanted." She presses a finger on her chest. "He just presumed." She lets out a grunt. "And that ruined us."

He has no idea what to say. The notion that Hermione was engaged to Krum is very… disturbing.

But of one thing he's sure.

"He should have stayed." Harry says. "If he really loved you-"

"Don't." She cuts him, her tone sharp. "I won't doubt his love. I can't. It would be too painful to think that what we shared was a lie." She shakes her head. "It just happens that sometimes love is not enough. We were on different pages and it took us some time to realize it."

Hermione stops talking and a heavy silence falls between them. Harry's not sure on what to do or what to say. This is very delicate and he has to admit that love is not exactly his department of expertise. The one time he really fell in love things got messy-

"Okay." He finally says slowly and decides that going back to their main subject is the best he can do. "Maybe I won't reach this 10," She chuckles, "But I'll try." He moves closer again. Hermione opens a small smile to him, her hands already on his hair. He lies down by her side, bringing her to his arms, enjoying how their bodies touch. "You'll give me chances to try, won't you?" He bumps his nose on hers.

"Of course, I'm all in to help an eager apprentice."

They laugh, their mouths close. Harry squeezes her butt. His cock almost as hard as before. Hermione puts one of her legs over his and they share a kiss.

It's such a good kiss. An amazing kiss.

"We should have done this years ago." He whispers, kissing her cheek.

"Is that so?" Her leg is going up and down on his.

"Yes, friends with benefits is perfect for us." He brings her to him, fully hugging. "We get along so well, Hermione. There's no awkwardness or anything." He moves his head to look into her eyes. "Don't you agree?"

She tilts her head. "I do. But, Harry, we need some rules to this little arrangement."

He rolls his eyes. "We can talk about it later." He moves to kiss her neck. "Now, to be honest, the only thing I want is to be inside you." He whispers the last words into her ear.

Hermione inhales sharply, kissing the side of his neck.

He really wanted to go down on her, but he feels like he can't reveal all his moves in one night or else there won't be any surprises on a next time. Not to mention that it is already pretty late and he wants to take his time with this, he wants to devour her so thoroughly that Hermione won't remember her name.

He positions himself on top of her, still kissing, rubbing on her, provoking. He's not sure she's there yet and he's ready to build up the momentum, so he puts one leg between hers, his thigh meeting her hot core.

Harry moans when he feels her wetness, both breathing hard. Hermione squeezes his butt.

"Rub on me." He whispers, "slowly, take your time to feel-"

She shuts him up with a kiss, her hips indeed moving, rocking, her cunt on his thigh, giving him an amazing sensation, making him shiver. His hand moves to her breast and he pinches her nipple with certain force.

Hermione moans loudly.

"Yeah?" He asks, pinching her nipple again.

"Fuck, yes!"

"Do you enjoy some…" He gulps, "slaps?"

They're both moving now, his cock on her stomach, an amazing friction-

"Occasionally. On the butt." She answers, her voice barely there.

She bites on his neck, sucking gently. He feels a bit crazy.

Harry can't take it anymore. And since her favorite position is missionary, he moves to position himself, both kind of grunting at the brief loss of contact. He looks at her, admiring her glorious cunt and grunting. He can't even remember the last time he had sex like this, so eye to eye, so close.

Kissing her boobs one last time, he strokes himself before raising one of her legs for her ankle to rest on his shoulder. Hermione is watching him with keen eyes.

"Very flexible." He jokes, trying to… he's not sure.

But the moment feels so charged, so serious that-

Hermione doesn't laugh or chuckle, but she moves one hand to his forehead, her fingers brushing on his scar.

Harry closes his eyes at her touch. He wants so damn much to do this.

Inhaling deeply, he moves to enter her.

He wasn't ready for it. He really wasn't.

Hermione shuts her eyes. She's so tight. He grits his teeth, moving slowly, feeling her taking him in bit by bit.

"Oh, fuck." He mumbles.

The pleasure is simple and raw, there's no mystery behind it. It's him inside Hermione. He moves a bit in and out, easing his way, watching her reactions. She seems to be on the same page that he is: Trembling from pleasure.

He keeps going, savoring every detail and inch of her. Supporting himself with one hand by her side, he moves forward, their lips meeting.

And he's practically all the way in, to the hilt. He's breathing extremely hard, his heart pounding, wanting to break free from his chest.

They share a look.

Harry wonders if she's thinking the same he is.

They… fit.

It fits. It works.

It's… amazing.

He thrusts deep and firmly, moving only his hips. She opens her mouth, having a hard time breathing. Their tongues meet, his cock throbbing inside her. Hermione closes her walls around him and he hisses, taking a deep breath. Her nails dig into his back and she moves her leg from his shoulder, wrapping both around him.

They're even closer now. And he keeps thrusting, slowly but deep.

He… hugs her. Their cheeks rubbing on each other's.

"My god." She says when he speeds up his rhythm.

Then he slows it down again.

"So good." He says into her ear. "Fuck."

It's been… a long time since he felt this close to someone.

She searches his lips and they kiss in a frenzy. Nothing else matters than this moment and their pleasure. Harry is aware of her whole body meeting his and he's sure they never were this connected before, never so literally.

If it wasn't for that kiss at the after party he wouldn't consider this a possibility, but it feels so right that he wonders why they never crossed this line-

He pulls back from the kiss, kneeling, standing straight, still inside her. Hermione moans, exasperated because he stopped moving into her.

Their eyes meet. There are so many unspoken words between them.

But he doesn't care about them now. Maybe not even in the future. Why ruin things with words? This is just amazing sex and that's exactly how he'll deal with it.

Teasing, he squeezes her breast and moves the other hand to her clit. Hermione bites on her lower lip, closing her eyes and fisting the sheets, her hips bucking up while he does his best to reach a 10.

Harry wets his lips, marveling at the sight of her sincere abandon of coherent thought. She's just moaning and instinctively reacting to what he's doing.

And when he knows she's close to her orgasm, he stops.

She lets out a frustrated scream, her hips moving on their own, trying to find the release he denied her.

Putting both hands on her lower back, he raises her a bit, slightly changing the angle but knowing that his thrusts will obliterate her.

Not waiting for her to come down from the near orgasm, he slams himself into her with ferocity, his own senses going out the window.

Both moan, each lost in their world of bliss.

It takes little for Hermione to tense and jerk, the orgasm taking her breath away. She clenches her walls and Harry closes his eyes, still moving, having a hard time to believe in how fantastic this is. Her pleasure almost takes him to the edge, but he resists a bit, he wants her to cum again, and he wants to be inside her when she does, again.

Their eyes meet another time. Her face is so relaxed he can't help smiling a bit and she does too. He's squeezing her waist, knowing it will leave bruises, but making it even better… he can't ignore the male pride inside him yelling that he's marking her as his in a way.

Harry gulps at the thought, slightly changing angles again and-

She moans loudly, closing her eyes, her whole body jerking forward while she tries recoiling, involuntarily moving away from him. He holds her in place and keeps thrusting. He knows he's hitting the right spot, and she might be too sensitive now after an orgasm, but-

"Fuck!" She's bending over and then she-

Hermione cums again, shaking, his name on her lips. And it's so dirty that he's finally ready to let himself go.

"Can I cum inside you, Hermione?" He asks in a low and serious tone. He's asking because of the contraceptive potions, but it sounds like it means so much more… they share something incredibly intense, charged.

"Yes." She says after a beat.

Harry bends to her, kissing while he reaches one of the best orgasms of his life. It blinds him for a moment, his whole soul disconnecting from his body.

It wrecks him.

It gives him new life.

And he collapses atop of her.

There's only the sound of their heavy breathings for a while, until… Hermione laughs. And he laughs with her, even if he doesn't know what's so funny. He kisses her breast and she caresses his hair. Harry nuzzles her, finally pulling out and moving to the side.

"What's so funny?" He asks.

She turns on her side to face him. "It was a 9."

He raises an eyebrow. "A solid 9? Almost a 10?"

She snorts. "Close."

"Hmmmm." He brings her to him and they share a small kiss. "I don't think it'll take me long to reach this 10."

Hermione doesn't answer and he watches while she makes herself comfortable in his arms. He holds her, also feeling very spent.

It takes him minutes to fall asleep. When he does, there's a smile on his face.

October 31st, 2005

The Doctor's office

"So, I have to ask. Is there something special that's making you so happy?" The Doctor asks.

It's been some good fifteen minutes of their encounter and Harry is just babbling, not really focusing on anything.

But he stops at her words, his brain braking.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Well, it's Halloween, Harry. And since we started seeing each other, years ago, you were never this chatty and happy on Halloween or around the date, so, I can't help wondering what's different this year."

He gulps. And their little stare contest starts.

But Harry is not really into it today, so, he waves a hand in front of him and says, "This is unrelated, but I have something to share with you."

"Oh?" She perks up. "I'm all ears."

"I had sex with Hermione."

It's the first time that the Doctor is truly shocked. Harry even chuckles at how she shows it in her expression. She opens and closes her mouth, blinking many times.

"Surprised?" Harry asks, still smiling, finding it extremely funny.

"I- I mean- it's-" She stutters, finally shaking her head and closing off on her reactions, going back to her professional self. "This is… unexpected. And I think we should talk about it." She opens one hand in front of her, "Are you two dating? Is this-"

"No!" He says fast, chuckling again and shaking his head, "no, no, no. It's not like that."

"Is it not?" She tilts her head.

"We're friends. Friends with benefits." He shrugs. "To be honest, I think things were awkward between us because of all the sexual tension after the kiss. Now, everything is fine, we're back to our normal selves."

"Friends with benefits." She repeats his words in a clipped tone. "Enlighten me, Harry, how is this going to work?"

"Well, since it's Hermione, she came up with a few rules." He points out.

"Rules? Clever. Tell me about them."

He sighs. "So, number 1. We can't let sex come between us. It can't ruin our friendship and if we think it might do it, we stop immediately. Best friends first, fuck buddies second." The Doctor nods, taking a few notes. "Number 2. We're obviously not exclusive. Number 3. No getting in the way of real dates just to have sex. Number 4. If one of us starts to date someone else for real, we stop. Number 5. We should avoid telling others about us." He snorts. "Since she doesn't know I have a therapist, I don't think it's a problem telling you-"

"Hermione doesn't know you have a therapist?" The Doctor cuts him. "How so?"

Harry's not sure why she's questioning this. "I never felt the need to tell her."

"But Luna knows, right? She was the one who told you to come here."

"Yeah, Luna is the only one who knows. Why is this relevant?"

She clears her throat. "It's not. I just thought you told Hermione everything, she's your best friend."

"Well, I tell her most things. But some I like to keep to myself." The Doctor nods. "And number 6. No catching feelings or being possessive and such… well, in reality we only needed rule number 1. Or not even that," He raises an eyebrow, "I mean, you know how I roll, there's no chance of falling in love or such, so I can't complain, this arrangement is the best."

The Doctor presses her lips together, observing him. "I see. And do share, did you enjoy having sex with her?"

He chuckles. "I did, Doctor. I sure did."

She nods. Harry waits to see if she has any other inputs on this matter, but she seems satisfied by what he told her. Which is… odd.

"So-"

"Are you not questioning this decision?" Harry asks. "I mean, having sex with my best friend and all that…" He trails, waiting.

"Well, Harry, you're an adult, you can make these decisions, the same way Hermione can make hers. If it's all fun and clear to both, I don't see why it's something we need to discuss… unless you want to say something to me."

Her eyes pierce his soul and Harry discreetly gulps. There could be a few things for him to share… like the way he woke on Hermione's bed after two hours of sleep and watched her for an entire hour before extricating himself from her arms and heading to his flat. It… felt more personal and intimate than actually having sex, and he can't understand why. It's not like he hadn't seen her sleeping before, but…

He's not ready to share this with the Doctor, though. Not this or the way he felt when he was inside Hermione, how good it was, or the things he said to her that it never crossed his mind with those other women-

"I don't think so." It's what he says. "I guess I'm just glad that I have my best friend back to normal." He shrugs.

The Doctor clears her throat. "Good. Now, you said something that caught my attention."

"What?" He frowns.

"You said there's no way of you falling in love." She states and he tenses. "Is this because of Ginny? We hardly ever talk about her."

"Because there's nothing to say."

"I can't believe that, Harry. You see, she was the reason why Luna told you to come to me-"

"She was not the reason." He cuts her. "I was having a hard time dealing with the aftermath of the War, Doctor, and it was a coincidence that I had just broken up with Ginny."

"Okay. Maybe I expressed myself in the wrong way, but you can't blame me. You never talk about her and I think it's about time, Harry. Time to move on."

He shakes his head. "She broke my heart and that was it. I don't ever want to feel that way again, is that simple. I don't think we need to analyze this."

A silence settles while the Doctor takes a few more notes.

Finally, she sighs. "Okay. Then, let's talk about your childhood-"

"Oh, no." He stands from the couch. "Not in the mood, dear Doctor, and I have a party to go to, so," He bows to her, "See you in a few days."

And with that he goes, leaving behind a very baffled Doctor.

But well, he has other things to think about now. There's a party happening and he's sure Hermione will be there, so, he's ready for round two with her.