Guilty pleasures: everyone has them. Some are more guilty than others. Some like to drink, some like to smoke, and some people even get a little bit adventurous and discover that their guilty pleasure veers more on the kinky side of things.
Harry Potter himself had a few guilty pleasures. He was far too into sugar quills, he liked to relax with some elven wine every now and again, and he even indulged in a few recreational substances only found in the wizarding world – they weren't drugs exactly, but they certainly weren't commonly found – so he knew quite a few things about guilty pleasures himself.
None of those, however, could hold a candle when it came to his attraction to Hermione Granger.
For some context, the two of them had been friends since before they could remember. Harry's parents had enrolled him in a muggle primary school to give him a good foundation of education before he went to Hogwarts, and while there, according to his and Hermione's parents, they basically attached themselves to each other and became fast friends. Harry's more outgoing nature counteracted Hermione's more introverted tendencies, while their shared love for stories (Hermione would admit her was a more general interest in books) endeared them to one another.
There wasn't a time in either of their memories where they had been separate from each other. They had all but grown up attached at the hip, which is what made it all the funnier when puberty hit and Hermione almost didn't increase in height at all. She developed perfectly fine every other way, but she stayed at almost the same height, reaching a final height of five feet even.
Harry, on the other hand, almost couldn't stop growing. He quickly shot up to be the same height as his dad – six feet tall – and absolutely delighted in teasing the everliving daylights out of Hermione for being tiny at every single opportunity.
He absolutely loved to see a pout on her face as she looked up at him and whined that she wasn't that short , all the while he laughed his head off at the fact she had to crane her neck to look at his face if they were standing directly next to one another.
That, however, is where the guilty pleasure came into things.
Compared to him, she wasn't just short, she was tiny and he felt immensely conflicted about being attracted to that.
The fact he could pick her up with one arm, the fact that she was always looking up at him with those adorable doe-eyes, how she seemed to embody mischief and cleverness. He was in love with his best friend and he felt awful about the fact that he was attracted to her being so much shorter than him.
It felt predatory in a way. He could manhandle her so easily, he could literally throw her around and he had done so many times playfully when they would argue about something silly. It just felt wrong to lust after her when she was so objectively powerless against him physically. It would feel like a violation.
Which is why he never entertained the thought of them getting together. Merlin, if he didn't bend down she'd need a bloody stepladder to kiss him. It's why the thoughts of them together became a guilty pleasure for him. He loved to indulge in them when he was alone, but he would never act on those thoughts.
Of course, in all of this ruminating and guilt-spiralling, he failed to account for Hermione herself.
"Go to the Ball with me?" She asked him.
He wasn't proud of it, but he spat out his drink.
It was their final year and like the years before them, a Ball would be held, a sort of "leavers dance" where everyone in their final year gets together and celebrates the end of their time at Hogwarts before the transition to adulthood proper.
They had just been given the official announcement in class before dinner, it was an open secret but most people accepted that they weren't to ask anyone to the Ball before it was announced. No one knows why exactly, it was just an accepted rule.
He had just been fretting over who to ask to the damn thing himself. Of course, his first choice would have been Hermione, if not for the previously mentioned reasons, so he had to figure out who the hell else he liked enough to spend a night awkwardly dancing with.
That Hermione just decided all of a sudden to invert gender norms and ask him to the Ball rather than the other way around, wasn't on his cards at all.
"What!?" He yelped.
"Go to the Ball with me?" She asked again, a little slower this time. "Do you not want to?" She followed up.
"No! I mean yes? Wait, fuck… I want to go with you, I mean… Shit… I just uh, wasn't expecting you to ask me" He stammered out.
"Good," Hermione said with a smirk.
Harry had only just recovered from his impromptu spit take when his brain caught up to what he just agreed to and he could feel heat flood his face.
"Uhh, why did you ask me?" He hesitantly asked, face still burning.
Hermine turned to look at him with a bemused expression.
"Do you mean am I asking you as a friend or as a date?" She smiled mischievously.
"Yeah, that," he mumbled.
"I'm asking you as a date, silly," She replied.
Harry really couldn't help it, he froze. His brain was rebooting under the strain of the information he was receiving.
"Are you okay Harry? You look like you're having a fit." She asked concernedly
"I– Wha– Huh?" He said intelligently.
"Are you really that oblivious? I thought I was making my attraction quite obvious. You certainly made your staring plain to see." She grinned.
"I did not!" He yelped, finally coming back to his senses enough to defend his honour.
"Harry, why do you think all I wear when I'm not in my uniform is low-cut tops? To everyone else, they look fairly conservative, but because you're so much taller I know you can see right down them, that's literally why I wear them and stand near you so often, I was giving you looks." She shot him an exasperated look.
Harry just spluttered. Hermione took a look around the table and seemed to register the number of eyes that were locked onto the two of them. She got up from her seat and held a hand out to Harry.
"Hey, let's continue this conversation somewhere private. I'm about to tell you some things I don't want to make the rounds." She said to him.
Harry shot her a confused look but took her hand and followed her regardless.
It wasn't long before She pulled him into the nearest abandoned classroom.
"Hermione, what's so private you have to drag me to a whole different room just to tell me?" He asked.
"Well, because you're such an oblivious idiot, I'm going to detail a few things that I thought were obvious at the moment, and some of them aren't designed for the rumour mill, or for the ears of the first years." She told him.
Harry just raised an eyebrow at her.
"You know every time we'd have those playful arguments, and you'd get fed up halfway through and just pick me up and throw me on one of the chairs or the couch in the common room?" Harry nodded in agreement, "The reason I stopped pushing my point is because it turned me on. I didn't want you to decide you needed to play wrestle like we were kids and find out I got wet when you picked me up like I weighed nothing."
Harry was shocked, he'd never expected her reasoning, and it seemed like she had more to say.
"Also, do you not notice how much I practically hang off you every chance I get? I pretty much climb you when you sit down in the common room. There are rumours we're a couple already floating around because I'm so cuddly with you. Did you really not notice?" She asked with a hint of exasperation in her voice.
Harry just took a moment to stare at her. Utterly uncomprehending of the information she just shared with him. He was slowly realising that in the years he spent discounting her as a romantic option, Hermione had been vying for his attention. It seemed that the Ball was just the straw that broke the camel's back and made her take action.
"No…" He mumbled, slightly embarrassed.
"Hey, it's okay, you know now! That means we can make up for lost time!" Hermione told him gleefully.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked.
"Well, I hope I'm not being too fast when I assume that because you accepted my invite to the ball, you want to be my boyfriend?" She asked back.
"Yeah…" He hesitantly replied.
"Well, I've had a few years to think about it, but there's a certain something that boyfriends do with their girlfriends that I've been dying to try," She said slyly.
Before Harry could even respond Hemione had a firm grip on his tie, pulling him down to meet her lips in a frenzied kiss. She pulled him back with hurried steps until her back hit a desk at the far end of the room.
Harry's hands came down to rest on either side of her on the desk, pinning her in as they kissed fervently. He was looming over her and her hand was still gripping his tie, keeping him locked in the kiss.
Harry pulled back breathlessly when he felt her hand slowly pawing at his crotch. He could feel his dick getting hard at the contact and pulled back to look at her face.
Her mouth was slightly open and her pupils were blown wide. She was panting and looking deep into his eyes. He'd never seen her look like that, and he found the sight utterly captivating.
"Hermione…" He whispered.
"Please? I sealed the door. No one will know." She answered back.
Harry groaned as his pawing got more insistent, she was blatantly rubbing his erection through his trousers now.
"Okay.." He grunted.
She beamed at him. He barely had any time to register what was going on before she sank to her knees in front of him, hands frantically undoing the buckle of his belt.
She made quick work of his belt and his zipper followed, the noise conspicuously loud in the quiet classroom. Hermione hooked her fingers in his waistband and yanked his trousers down, his underwear following as well.
She clearly wasn't expecting his cock to be as big as it was, because it hit her in the face when it sprung from the confines of his clothes. She gasped and leaned in, her eyes wide and locked onto his member.
It was an obscene view for Harry. Looking down and seeing his cock above Hermione's face, his length from base to tip spanned her whole face, covering half of her face with his shaft. The shadow alone covered the majority of her face.
Hermione was just staring at it. Which was slightly unsettling. She wasn't saying anything, she was just… looking at it, eyes darting over it again and again like she was burning the image into her brain.
"Hermione?" He asked, slightly worried he'd broken her.
"Holy fuck… How were you hiding that– That monster in your trousers!" She yelled incredulously, holding up her forearm to his cock "It's as long as my bloody arm! You couldn't just settle for being massive in height, you had to grow a third bloody leg to go with it!" She said in an awestruck tone.
"I'm… sorry?" Harry said, not entirely sure how to process what Hermione was saying. Was she angry at him?
" Don't apologise for this." She took hold of his cock and gave him a stroke for emphasis. "I'm just glad I decided to do this now, you would have ruined me after the Ball if I tried to take this massive cock with no practice…" she trailed off.
"Fuck, Hermione" He moaned at the contact.
"Oh, you like that?" She teased.
"You have no idea," He told her.
"Oh? Well, I'll just have to blow your mind, then" She said.
Harry was just about to correct her with the notion that she'd already blown his mind, more than once in fact, but he couldn't get the words out before she had engulfed the first three inches of his cock with her mouth. He let out a cross between a strangled groan and a growl. He looked into her eyes and saw them light up with some emotion before she started to move.
Bliss wouldn't even begin to describe the feeling he was currently experiencing. Years of pining and bedroom fantasies squashed down and ignored, only for them to be realised here and now. He threaded his fingers through her curly brown hair and she made a noise he could only compare to a content purr. He wasn't that focused on it anyway, because the feeling of the vibrations travelling through his length made his eyes roll into the back of his head.
Every passing second Harry could feel more and more of his cock disappearing into her mouth. Though, with how small she was it wasn't all that long before Harry felt the head of his cock poking at the back of her throat.
He really should have seen the next thing coming. Hermione was never one to quit, and it seemed that even extended to sex.
She ruthlessly pushed her head further down. Gagging around him as she tried to force as much of his cock as possible down her throat. An obscenely wet noise accompanied by another gag signalled the moment she pulled back, drawing in gasping breaths.
"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.
Hermione coughed for a moment before looking up and pouting at his cock. It would have been funny if it didn't turn him on so much.
"Yeah -hah– I'm fine. I've practised on toys before. I wanted to be able to deepthroat you. Too bad I used normal-sized toys. Clearly, I wasn't prepared for you to be smuggling a beater's bat in your trousers." She continued to stare at his cock, pouting at it like it was a puzzle she couldn't quite figure out.
"I have an idea." She said finally.
Harry was still recovering mentally from the blowjob she'd just given him to care all that much. If he were being honest, she could punch him in the face right now and he wouldn't be able to bring himself to be mad at her.
Hermione hopped up onto the desk behind her and turned so that she was facing away from him. Harry raised an eyebrow at the movement, not seeing where she was going with this.
It was only when she leaned back and let her head hang over the edge of the table, perfectly waist-height that he started to get an inkling of what she wanted to do.
"There isn't really another way to put this, so I'll just come out with it. I want you to fuck my throat. I know I can take it. I just need a bit of a push." She smiled at him, though it looked weird with her face upside down.
"I don't want to hurt you, Hermione." He said pleadingly.
"And this isn't about you," She shot back, "I study for my tests, I pass them with flying colours. I studied and practised for this, I'll be damned if you aren't able to jam your cock down my throat. It would actually be rather insulting to me if you didn't at least try," She sniffed haughtily.
Harry knew better than to argue with Hermione when she was in an obstinate mood. Besides, his reticence about hurting her mainly came from his own doubts, so he would go along with what she wanted. He would just have to be extra careful.
He approached the edge of the table. When he was close enough, Hermione flicked her tongue out and licked the underside of his cock. The pleasure was enough to tempt him into possibly just burying himself fully in her throat and fucking her mouth for all she was worth, but he held himself back admirably as he lined his member up with her mouth.
"Just remember, I've practised. Even if I gag, I know how to handle myself, just keep pushing until you're fully buried in my throat. I'll tap your thigh if I need you to pull out, okay?" She asked.
Harry nodded, and without preamble, he pushed into her mouth. He groaned as he slowly slid inch after inch of his length into her mouth. He would give anything to be able to experience this feeling more in the days to come.
He hit the back of her throat again, and Hermione gagged. He went to pull back from her, only for her grip on his thighs to turn almost painful. She was not so subtly telling him that she didn't want him to back out, that she was fine.
He swallowed whatever doubts he had and pushed just a little more, and without fanfare, he was in her throat.
His jaw dropped and he watched, hypnotised, as a bulge formed in Hermione's throat, and travelled further down the more he pushed inside. He bottomed out and saw the outline of his cock in her throat. The site was so erotic, something he'd never expect to see on Hermione, that he felt like he could cum right then and there.
He remembered what Hermione had told him, that she wanted him to fuck her throat. He was hesitant to go full send, but he would enjoy himself. He honestly didn't know how he couldn't enjoy himself with his cock buried in Hermione's throat. Something he'd been fantasising for longer than he'd like to admit.
He pulled out just as slowly, but he soon got into a rhythm. Hermione had stopped gaging, but her throat still made a lewd -Schlick- sound every time Harry bottomed out. He couldn't stop himself from staring at the bulge in her throat shrinking and growing every time he thrust in and out. It was a hypnotic sight.
About a minute later Hermione tapped his thighs and he pulled out.
She pulled in heaving breaths again. Sitting up she turned around, letting her legs dangle over the edge of the desk. Her face was a mess of spit a smeared makeup. It was the hottest thing Harry had ever seen in his life.
"Fuck, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that! I knew I could take it!" She exclaimed with a gleam of pride in her eyes. She usually reserved that look for when she got top marks on a test. "Now, though, I think it's time we went all the way, don't you?" she tilted her head and looked at him coyly.
Harry just looked at her, letting his eyes scan over her body. He was sure his desire was plain to see on his face. In fact, that's what he was planning on. He wanted her to be able to see his full unrestrained lust for her for the first time. He wanted her to know that he wanted her desperately, he needed her like the air he breathed.
"Yeah, I think so." He told her, voice thick with arousal.
They were blanketed by a shared silence as they stripped for each other. Eyes roved over one another as buttons were undone, Hungry looks were exchanged as more and more skin was revealed.
Harry practically started salivating when Hermione unhooked her bra and let her tits spring free. Her boobs were fairly small, and they were capped with dusky pink nipples that looked so hard they could cut diamonds. He wanted nothing more than to latch his mouth onto them.
She smirked at the clear need in his eyes as she let her skirt slip down her legs. She was sitting on the edge of the desk in only her panties. He shirked the rest of his clothes quickly, now her underwear was all that was left between them.
He saw her scoot closer to the edge of the desk. Spreading her legs lewdly, she spoke to him. "Do you want to do the honours?" She asked cheekily.
Harry chuckled to himself but nodded regardless. He did want to do the honours. It felt like the action alone would make all of this real.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. Both of their breaths hitched with the intensity of the moment. He peeled her panties down her legs, resolutely refusing to look at what he'd exposed until the very last moment. He wanted to savour every second of this.
He pulled her panties off of her legs fully and threw them somewhere behind him. He looked up and his breath caught at the sight of Hermione's pussy. The lips were slightly puffy and red, with a sheen of slickness showcasing just how aroused they were. He could smell her arousal more fully now and it was wholly intoxicating. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face between her thighs and eat her out until she screamed his name.
"I know what you're thinking, but no, you can do that later. I need you to fuck me. Now " She told him sternly.
With a great deal of effort, he manage to wrench his gaze away from her cunt, He pressed himself against her body. Arms on either side of her as he loomed over her once again. His erection pressed against her entrance before slipping up and between her folds. He hissed at the contact, free of the barriers between them it felt so much better.
They both took a moment to stare at his cock as it rested on her pussy. The tips of his cock reached all the way to her belly button and even slightly passed it. Hermione let out a ragged breath.
"Fuck... how is that even gonna fit in me?" She asked no one in particular.
He pulled back and poised his cock at her entrance. "Don't worry, I'll take this at your speed."
He looked into her eyes. He felt it then. They had always held a connection between them. They had practically grown up joined at the hips. He just never thought it would lead him here, no matter how much he longed for it. Regardless, here they were, and he could feel a connection forming between them, a kind of understanding and love that he probably would never have with another person. He loved her, and for perhaps the first time, he let himself believe that she truly loved him back.
"Do it, Harry. Fuck me." She whispered in his ear.
He pushed inside of her with one fluid movement.
They both paused, lost in the moment. They were drunk on each other and wanted a moment to soak everything in.
Letting out a squeak, Hermione circled her legs around his waist.
"You okay?" He asked concernedly.
"Yeah, you're just really big." She told him.
"No, you're just tiny." He shot back.
He'd been expecting her to smile, or roll her eyes at him, maybe even scoff and shake her head.
What he hadn't been expecting her to do, was moan .
She buried her face in the crook of his neck. It seems she hadn't expected to do that either.
"You like that?" He asked.
"It's… It's not the fact that I'm tiny… It's the fact that you're so much bigger, so much taller. I don't know why but it turns me on so much that you can pick me up like I weigh nothing and throw me around" She shuddered as she explained this to him.
"I… I always thought that would be an issue" He hesitantly admitted "It felt like I'd be taking advantage of you, and I didn't want to hurt you." he explained.
Hermione gave Harry a dead stare.
"And if I wanted you to take advantage?" She pointedly asked.
"What?" Harry asked
"Harry, I like the power difference. It turns me on how easily you can manhandle me, how I couldn't resist even if I wanted to if you got serious about doing what you wanted to me. I know you would never do that to me, but the thought of it is intoxicating. I'm obsessed with it. I want you to fuck me. No– I want you to use me. I want you to get as rough as you want, and use my pretty little pussy as a sex toy. Treat me like a whore, a slut, a cumdump. Please, Harry, I've wanted this for so long~" She begged.
"Hermione…" He growled.
"I'll be yours! Your pretty little slut! Please, Harry, please please, please! Try to fulfil my fantasy at least once… If you don't like it you don't have to, but please try it. I need to know what it's like!" She begged him, eyes wide and pleading.
Something in Harry just broke. He was buried balls deep in his best friend and here she was asking him to do the exact thing he thought would be too far, too much, beyond the pale even for him. He didn't want to hurt her but what did he do when she asked him to do something that might result in that anyway? What if she liked the hurt?
The image of her, eyes wide and pleading as she laid her soul bare for him and asked him to fulfil a fantasy long held for her was what broke the dam.
With a growl, He hooked his arms under her knees and scooped her up in his arms as he stood, eliciting an adorable squeak from her as he did so.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, licking and sucking at the skin there as he had desperately wanted to do earlier as he started to thrust.
It wasn't a gentle thing, it was animalistic, needy, and rough. Harry was giving in to his basest desires and was using Hermione to chase his own pleasure, spearing into her hot, needy cunt at a frantic pace.
Hermione was mewling, moaning, screaming and everything in between. He relished in every noise of pleasure that he could tear from her lips. Every squeak, every moan, all of it only spurred him on more. She loved this. This is what she had asked for, this was what she wanted more than anything.
His breath was heavy and all he could focus on was the pounding of his heart falling in time with his frantic thrusts. He could feel her clenching around him. Her pussy was hugging his length and he could swear it was trying to coax him into cumming. To spill his seed in her, for him to fill her up with his hot cum, to breed her.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Mhmmm! Just like that, Harry! Fuck me! Use me! Breed me!" Hermione yelled manically as she held on to him for dear life.
"I'm gonna fill you up! I'm gonna fuck you like you deserve! You want this? You wanted to be my perfect little toy? My cumdump? Well, you'll get to be just that in a minute! I want to watch as my cum leaks out of your well-fucked cunt!" He growled in her ear.
"Please…" Was all Hermione managed to squeak out as her muscles went taught and she shook in his arms.
She got impossibly tight around him, and he knew she was cumming. She had gotten off on the mental image of his cum leaking out of her. It was probably something she had imagined herself countless times.
That was enough to send Harry careening over the edge, and with one final thrust, he bottomed out, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his cum.
He felt his legs go weak with the sheer strength of his orgasm, and he unhooked his arms from behind her knees and collapsed onto a nearby chair with her on top of him, sitting in his lap.
They stayed like that, entwined together and breathing in blissed-out sync for a few minutes, lavishing in the pleasure they were both feeling.
Harry was slightly concerned about how much Hermione was screaming. He didn't know she was a screamer, and he wanted to know if her throat was okay after something like that, but he would ask later, right now he just wanted to lose himself in the moment.
"Holy shit…" She breathed.
"Was it everything you imagined it would be?" He asked with a smirk.
"All that and more. Fuck I think you've ruined me. No one else could compare after this." She told him.
He felt a spark of jealousy shoot through him unbidden at that image, and his arms coiled around her waist possessively.
"Good, because no one else can have you after this." He said lowly.
"Possessive aren't you?" She teased.
He just nuzzled into her neck, not gracing her with a response.
Hermione disentangled herself from him and spun around in his lap. It was a curious feeling, mainly because he was still inside her. Hermione whimpered as she did so.
She let herself fall back until her back was flush with his chest She was covered in sweat and reeked of sex. He found something incredibly enticing about that.
She let out a content sigh before she started moving back and forth. At first, he thought it was just her getting comfortable, but when she didn't stop, he started to catch on to what she was doing.
His hands went to her hips, anchoring her in place and allowing her back-and-forth movements to get even more insistent. Harry was still sensitive from his own orgasm but his erection hadn't flagged in the slightest.
"Enjoying yourself?" He whispered in her ear.
All he got in response was a needy whine.
He chuckled darkly. Scanning her body he took notice of one detail in particular that stood out to him, one that he knew would turn her on massively.
He let his hands roam over her body, groping her breasts. His hand could cover one entirely, and he felt her shudder as he palmed one, knowing that she had just realised that fact for herself.
"Look at you, your feet barely reach the floor. You're like my own little doll." He smiled against her ear when she moaned at the comment.
Her grinding got more insistent, she was starting to minimally bounce up and down on his length now. It wasn't anything all that noticeable at first, but he latched onto it immediately.
"Was one not enough?" He teased. "You want me to cum inside you again? You want to be overflowing with my cum? Do you want it leaking out of you when you pull your panties back on before we head back to the dorm? Do you want to feel my cum drying on your thighs as you go back to bed, hoping nobody notices and comments on the mess?" He taunted, knowing he was only fanning the flame of her arousal.
Her bouncing picked up a notch. Harry could definitely feel it now. His hands raised to her waist. They looked so large on her. He gripped her by the waist and started to slowly raise and lower her. Now, that he was helping, Hermione was getting much more height, and the both of them were feeling a lot more pleasure.
He noticed that under his fingers, he could feel a bulge in her tummy every time he bottomed out in her and had to stifle a groan at the realization.
"Please!" She begged.
"Please what?" He asked.
"Use me." She said simply.
Not one to deny her request, Harry picked up the pace. Hermione was moaning now, her mewls and squeaks increasing steadily in volume until she was screaming out unintelligible praise as he speared into her over and over. Picking her up and slamming her down on his length over and over.
She was shaking and Harry recognised the signs that she was getting close. This time around was much quicker than the first, but he wasn't fairing much better anyway.
It didn't take long for Hermione to fall over the edge, and Harry followed her almost immediately after, dropping her down firmly on his lap and grunting in pleasure as he painted her cunt white for the second time that night, all the while Hermione screamed his name.
This time Harry could feel the energy and arousal being sapped from him. They both bonelessly flopped onto the chair.
It took them a while to recover from that, but after a few minutes, the both of them managed to disentangle themselves. They got dressed in a comfortable silence, neither of them wanting to break the bliss of the moment.
Once they were both dressed again and as unruffled as they could manage, they made their way to the door.
"I'm glad we started this now. I can barely walk. This would have destroyed me on the night of the Ball" Hermione said hoarsely.
Harry noticed her voice almost immediately. "Are you okay? Your voice is hoarse." He asked concernedly.
"Yeah, I think I might have lost my voice screaming too much." She blushed.
Harry opened the door and turned to Hermione.
"Well, next time try not to scream so much I don't want you to damage your throat." He smirked at her.
Hermione followed him to the doorway. "I'll bet you don't–" Hermione's teasing smile was wiped off of her face the second she stepped into the doorway with Harry.
"What? What is it?" He asked before turning to see what she was looking at.
Harry froze, dread pooling in his stomach.
Standing in the hallways was a not-insignificant portion of their year. All of them looked far too amused for Harry's liking. The most concerning thing of note, though, was a rather stern-looking McGonagall, who was tapping her foot impatiently while staring down the two of them, her lips thin and a severe expression on her face.
"Having fun?" She asked in an acidic tone.
Harry could see Hermione to his side turning the most intense shade of red he'd ever seen in his life, and he was certain he wasn't that far behind. He'd never been so embarrassed in his life.
"Hermione?" He squeaked.
"Yes?" She barely whispered.
"Did you put up a silencing charm when you sealed the door?" He asked, already knowing the answer in his heart.
"No." She whimpered.
He turned to McGonagall with a grimace. "How much did you hear?" He asked. Snickers erupted from the students and he just knew it was bad.
"Enough." She bit out. "Detention for a month, for the both of you. Miss Granger, I really expected better of you. Back to your dorms with you, I will be checking the dorms in 15 minutes to ensure you're actually there, so no detours!" She barked. "Oh, and 50 points from Gryffindor, for such an obscene display." She finished.
Neither of them wanted to be there any longer than necessary, so they scattered as soon as she was done.
Harry felt Hermione latch onto his elbow as they scurried away, and he heard her speak in a hoarse whisper. "Worth it."
He allowed himself a smile. Even though he was mortified, and the rumour mill probably wouldn't let him live this down, he couldn't help but agree with her.
She was worth it. She was worth anything.