Still can't believe I had 88 followers on this story, it has left me flabbergasted. Never thought I would manage to make such a splash.
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Ok, let's go

Chapter 7: No good deed

"I must be off." He announced, stepping to his own floo, throwing in powder and yelling "Hogwarts." He disappeared in green flame stepping out into the antechamber where the board meeting was being held. Lucius had kept him in the loop about the going ons at Hogwarts about the new problem, and this would only complicate things further.

"Where are Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter?" He called with a frown on his face as he held a golden scroll in his hand, a soul marriage certificate to Harry James Potter and Hermione Jean Potter nea Granger.

"Oh my." Dumbledore exclaimed at the unexpected news. "Minerva, would you please call down Harry and Hermione?" he requested. 'Now's Minerva's time to prove her worth as headmistress', he thought, a slight twinkle in his eye.

Minerva knew what to do, calling out "Dobby", the little ball of energy that was the house elf. Ever since Harry had freed the poor thing from the terror that was the Malfoy's, the elf had taken a personal attachment to the young man, insisting on doing all of the young man's laundry and cleaning. Minerva had to draw the line at cooking when the elf had attempted to insist on doing that as well.

With a small pop the eager elf appeared before Minerva, "Nice Cat Teacher called Dobby. What can Dobby do for Cat Teacher?" he asked, bouncing side to side on his feet. The professor always had good work for him, the last request had been for Dobby to move Harry and Hermione's things into their new rooms.

Whatever cooling off Lucius had managed to achieve in the brief span of the Minister's arrival shattered at the renewed loathing he possessed toward Dumbledore, and now McGonagall. He felt taunted with the appearance of his former house elf in the employ of Hogwarts and at the service of Harry Potter no less. "Dobby," She started before leaning down an appropriate amount to address the minute creature, "Would you do me a favor and bring Harry and Hermione down here for us?" she asked in her kindly strict voice.

Not able to speak more than an eager grunt with excitement, Dobby popped off to fetch Harry and his Hermione.

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Harry was laying atop Hermione, basking in the experience they had just had. Hermione's grooming had waned, but she purred contently below him as they cuddled. While slightly uncomfortable, Hermione found his weight was nothing for her newly toned, yet still plush body.

A pop beside them surprised Harry, causing him to roll off of Hermione, rolling right off the opposite side of the bed. He managed to roll his body in the short distance to the floor, but it was almost worse for him as his hands and legs failed to extend in time to catch him. This caused the 2 highest points on the front of his body to impact the ground first, namely his nose and his semi hard cock.

Face planting the floor, Harry grunted in pain, Hermione rolled over, peering over the edge to check on her lover as he lay face down on the floor. Dobby scrambled around the bed to come beside him, all the time apologizing "I am so sorry as to be disturbing and surprising the Great Harry Potter sir, I's not be meaning to surprise you."

Harry rolled over and came to a seated position against the bed as the pain subsided from his meager fall. He was a bit surprised to see the eccentric elf, "Dobby," he exclaimed softly. "What are you doing here?" He asked as he rubbed his nose, making sure it wasn't broken.

"Cat Teacher be wanting you, wants me to bring you to them." He answered eagerly as his little hands gripped Harry's other hand, hilariously attempting to pull him to a standing position.
"Hold on, let me get dressed." Harry answered and he came to a standing position.

"Oh, right, yes." Dobby responded, having been unphased by Harry's nudity. Nudity was not a taboo among the elfs, all had seen their masters nude and were quite used to it. Harry turned around, trying to maintain some modesty in an immodest situation, but it was apparent the obsessive little elf wasn't going to be giving him any privacy. Bearing through it, Harry fought his legs into his. Hermione quickly dashed to her room to dress herself, streaking naked through the apartment.

As Harry pulled on his shirt, he walked out to the living room, finding Hermione's door once again closed. Leaning against the sofa to wait, he ended up not having to wait long when Hermione came out in a loose shirt and jeans. Stepping up to Harry and Dobby, she gave a quick peck on the lips to Harry.

Dobby looked up at them, making sure they were ready. Each held out a hand as Dobby's smaller fit into them. With a light pull, the trio were deposited in a moderately lit room. As soon as Harry and Hermione released Dobby's hands, he popped off, heading up to tidy their living space.

The welcoming committee had grown in the short time that Dobby had been fetching the couple. What had started as the board, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Pomfrey and Fudge had grown to include Dolores Umbridge, Amelia Bones, Barty Crouch and Mafalda Hopkirk. Most of these faces Harry didn't recognize, but the one he did set him on edge, feeling greatly outnumbered among the unfamiliar faces.

Andromeda Tonks stepped forward, seeing the unease in Harry's demeanor. Extending a hand, "Hi Harry, my name is Andromeda Tonks, you may call me Mrs. Tonks or Andy." She greeted warmly, presenting herself as an ally to Harry. Harry took her hand with caution but gave a firm grasp to show his commitment.

"Nice to meet you" He answered nervously.

Releasing hands, Andy continued "This may seem forward, but we've met before. I was good friends with your parents. I'm distantly related to you, we are some number of distant cousins. You used to call me Aunty Andy when you were very little." She explained shifting slightly as she spoke, "You may remember my daughter, she graduated your first year."

It was clear the older woman wished to build a rapport with him, but Harry remained skeptical. He didn't exactly have the best relationship with adults, and didn't remember her daughter in the least. "I'm afraid I don't remember." Harry answered, still trying to feel out the vibe the woman was giving. He felt his left hand slip into Hermione's, giving a quick squeeze to lend her support.

"It doesn't surprise me" of course Nymphadora hadn't bothered to introduce herself to the young man, "Anyway, let me introduce you to everyone." She turned, pointing out and naming the unfamiliar faces to him. Harry recognized several, especially Lucius. He was able to figure out Augusta Longbottom from the display with Neville and the boggart from earlier in the year. Crabbe and Goyle were spitting images of their parents that stood at the table.

The pink blob of Dolores gave him the creeps, his sixth sense telling him to be wary of the individual. Marlene McKinnon gave a kind smile as she was introduced, Mafalda Hopkirk gave a curt wave at her introduction. Amelia Bones stood rigid, monocle perched in her eye, with Barty Crouch nervously fidgeting beside her.

The minister stood forward, a politician's smile fixed on his face, ready to be a part of the history that was being made tonight. His smile hid the worry he had amid everything else that was going on. "It is my honor to present you with this scroll certifying the soul bonded matrimony of Harry James Potter and Hermione Jean Potter nea Granger." He got out through his forced grin, honed through years of political nature.

Astonishment washed over the pair, Hermione squeezed Harry's hand painfully tight. Pulling his hand from her constrained grip, Harry grabbed the document with his left hand as his right met the Ministers in a sealing shake. Unfurling the document, Harry read as Hermione gazed around his shoulder. It was indeed a document sealing their marriage.

Dumbledore stepped forward, addressing the pair, "I assume you two have some idea of how you formed such a bond". A blush spread across both the teens faces at the inclination of his statement. "There are so few who develop a true soul bond as you two have." Dumbledore lectured to the attentive pair.

"Now that history has been made" Lucius exclaimed, frustrated from how the night had not manifested as he had hoped, "can we conclude this. Some of us have lives to tend to outside this building". He had held all the cards, now he didn't know what he held. The sooner he could figure it out, the sooner he could formulate a plan for the Wizengamot. The first of July was closer than he liked.

McGonagall dismissed them, taking up her position as the new headmistress. Malfoy eagerly departed through the floo with Crabbe and Goyle following behind. Greengrass made his way to Minerva, congratulating her as to her new position. Stopping before Harry, he extended a hand, "My daughters tell me much about you. I am eager to meet you again." He offered, a coy smile on his face as he continued towards the fireplace, departing through the floo.

The Minister and Dolores too fled through the floo with Mafalda and Crouch close behind them. Amelia Bones followed Ignatius's example, stepping up to Harry "So too has my Susan." Harry managed to put the pieces together as Amelia and Susan were uncannily similar. "I have a feeling we'll be in further contact, but it is late on a Saturday and I wish to finish my weekend in peace." Amelia finished, slightly perturbed by being called to witness the soul contract exchange.

After the room's population was left to those residing at Hogwarts, Harry noticed that Snape had slunk off at some point. McGonagall and Dumbledore took their seats as they informed the pair as to the contents of the meeting, much to the gobsmackery of Harry and Hermione. Finding out that Dumbledore was stepping down as headmaster with Minerva stepping up was huge news.

Exiting the antechamber, the hall was barren, making the otherwise bustling space feel a lot larger than it normally would have. The group continued out the hall and started their trek up the winding staircases. The corridors were sparsely populated with mingling with students completing their final weekend activities.

Pomfrey broke off to return to her Hospital Wing, leaving Harry and Hermione with Dumbledore and Minerva. They too separated from the now married couple at the second floor, leaving Harry and Hermione clutching each other's hands. Silence reigned among the pair as the surprise of being married set in on them. Not even sixteen and already married, they somehow both thought of Hermione's parents, neither knowing what they would say when they found out.

It was still relatively early in the night, around 8:00, as the pair ascended the stairs, they finally reached the seventh floor landing. A junction point presented itself to them, would they choose to return to their apartment or venture into the Gryffindor Tower. Harry really didn't want to go into their house, the thought of being the center of attention sent dread through him.

He found himself looking to Hermione, his now wife who offered nothing but support. She shared his concern, she didn't want to be the center of attention either, but this was one of the last nights in the castle for the year. They couldn't afford to miss a chance to have a night with friends.

Steeling their nerves, Harry spoke first "It's getting late, maybe there will be less people there." As they stood fearful at the prospect of the unknown, a younger student Harry vaguely recognized dashed pass. He answered the password and disappeared into the portal both he and Hermione had stepped through countless times.

Hermione squeezed his hand, offering her unwavering support to her now husband. The portrait of the fat lady grew larger as they found themselves walking toward it. She greeted them in her characteristic self "Well, I had heard through the grapevine of your transformations, but I figured I would get to see you sooner than this." She huffed, mildly disgruntled at having to find out from other portraits about students in her house before her.

"My apologies, we're just coming to visit before we return to our apartment." Hermione answered, calming the painted lady, "Fortuna Major" Hermione gave the password. The Fat Lady swung open granting them access. As they stepped through the portal, their hopes for quiet were dashed as the Weasley twins were in the middle of throwing a raucous end of year party.

"Figures" Harry muttered, he should have known, they always liked to have a party celebrating the year. This party made last year's celebration look trivial as music played, students danced horribly, drinks were passed around and snacks littered the common room.

"HARRY!" he heard someone shout as a red comet appeared from the sea of people, crashing into him and hugging tightly. From the fiery red hair, Harry was able to determine it was Ginny. The music quieted as everyone turned to observe the newcomers, a calm before the storm as everyone started whooping at the return of Harry… and Hermione.

Hermione didn't mind the lack of attention, especially since she knew how much Harry despised it, but what did irk her was the now comically minute figure of Ginny clutching her Harry. 'Her Harry, that's a new one', she thought to herself.

Ginny finally relinquished her hold on her crush before taking in the new and improved version with her eyes. He caused her to wet her knickers like never before. Ron came up from behind Ginny and pulled Harry into a brotherly embrace. Clapping his friend on his back, Ron stepped back to also take in the new Harry. Harry was now taller than him, he used to have to look down to Harry, now he had to look up.

Ron's eyes drifted to Hermione, lustful eyes grazed over her body, making her want to hide herself more than she already was as she tucked behind Harry. His lust sent a shiver down Hermione's spine, Harry's gaze of hunger was one that appreciated who she was as a package, sending shivers of delight. All Ron wanted was her body, no appreciation for her mind and soul.

The pair managed to break into the common room, and set to mingling around, chatting with their housemates, confirming rumors or denying them. It appeared to not have gotten around that they were now a bonded pair, and would thankfully have that privacy, however long it may last.

Eventually, Harry and Hermione found themselves seated on the sofa beside each other. Harry conversed with Katie Bell and Hermione with Pavarti and Padma Patil. Her sister had managed to sneak into the party as well and was equally conversing with Hermione beside her sister. The twins gushed over Hermione, displaying feminine affection for the bookworm's newfound looks.

While Harry had dreaded the return to the tower, he eventually conceded that it wasn't that bad. He was glad to have ripped off the bandaid, rejoining their house, and even being able to attend Fred and George's party. The only sour parts had been the lust of the youngest Weasley siblings, 'a problem for another day' Harry thought as he sipped at the butterbeer that had been thrust into his grip at some point.

As the night waned on, dreariness bit at the party goers who ventured to their beds, eventually leaving only Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and a few minglers. Ginny attempted to make conversation with Hermione, but kept being distracted by Harry. Ron equally attempted to make conversation with Harry but was so unfocused by his lust for Hermione that he often let his train of thought derail mid sentence.

The situation started to grate on Harry, he stood and announced "I think it's time we head off to bed." Hermione stood and voiced her agreeance, taking his hand in hers. This action earned ire from both the redheads, daggers launching from eyes to pierce into their targets.

Stepping around the sofa area, the Weasleys made to go up the stairs but were surprised when Harry and Hermione headed towards the portal. Opening the portrait, the pair ducked through, leaving two stunned and staring fire-haired siblings gawking at the retreating forms of the objects of their lust, who disappeared from view as the portrait swung shut.

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Harry collapsed into a replica of the sofa they had just gotten up from, this time in the confines of their apartment. A breath of fresh air was forced through Harry's lungs as he attempted to let his irritation wash off of him. While the rest of their housemates had been welcoming, Harry found the greetings by the youngest Weasleys irritating.

Hermione stood perched behind Harry, looking down at him from above. She knew how he felt, she felt the same way. Her admiration of him remained unblemished as he turmoiled with the new situation presented to them by their respective lust-addled admirers. Hermione strode over to him and plopped beside him, practically landing on top of him. She leaned into him, cuddling up to his warm companionship.

His arm reached around to hold her close, grateful for her presence in his life, not only as his love, but as his friend, as a true friend. They had slept for a good chunk of the day, so they weren't nearly as tired as they should have been, considering the hour of the night. Small chit chat filled the empty void of the room, almost deafeningly quiet compared to the festive common room of only an hour before. The constrained conversation allowed them to ignore the elephant in the room, the rather large elephant in a rather small room of the problems they now faced in their still young lives.

The conversation petered out and they just cuddled, content with each other's company. Though Hermione began chewing on her lip, courage surged in her as she pecked Harry's jaw. He turned to address her, only to find his lips claimed by her, as they kissed Hermione shifted her body around and over until she straddled him.

Kissing heatedly, they poured their love, their adoration, their desire for each other into every movement, every breath, every lick. Harry's hands gripped her ass firmly as his hardened length was sandwiched between their bodies. He twisted his back, forcing his body to lean forward, which pushed Hermione to lean back, to the point that she feared falling back onto the coffee table. His strong arms held her tight, keeping her pinned to him in their intimate embrace.

With his strong legs, he thrust himself and her into a standing position, Hermione aided by pushing off the couch with her own legs. Now standing in their living room, their snogging never having been broken, her legs locked around Harry's waist, perched on his muscular ass to keep her up. Harry carried her with careful steps, his legs managed to carry them to his bed where he set her down, their lips still having never broken apart.

They finally broke apart, desperate for air to rid themselves of unnecessary clothing. Now clad in only his boxers and Hermione in panties, their lips returned to each other's, though less heated. A surprising amount of time had lapsed, wasted away in each other's company, leaving the pair ready for rest.

Too tired for further intimacy, Harry rested his head on the pillows of Hermione's chest, the warmth and her breathing lulling him to sleep. Hermione's hands rested on his head, softly running through his hair, earning content groans from the young man nestled in her bosom. Slumber greeted them, dozing off wrapped in each other, the problems of the world could wait for them.

With a soft pop, Dobby appeared in, unknown to either of them. With a wave of his hand, he enchanted the cover to drape over them, tucking in on the sides to encasing the pair as they drifted into the ether of sleep.

I hope you guys like this chapter, I'm going to try to stick to an odd even spread where odd are more story oriented and even have steamy bits. If you're looking for steamy in every chapter, I would recommend My Neighbor's Incest or Masseuse of Hogwarts.