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Siblings	By : theladyrainey Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 40804 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter One
A/N: This is unlike anything I've ever written before. It's a weird little thought that popped into my head that I thought I would explore. Of course it's not actual incest in that they're not related, but their feelings of being brother and sister are portrayed. If this bothers you, I suggest you do not read. There is no actual sex in this chapter.

If someone had told Harry that even after defeating Voldemort he would still end up taking his NEWTs, he would have assumed they’d had a go at Mundungus’ store of Firewhiskey or worse, some of the more dangerous Weasleys’ products. But here he was, and honestly, it wasn’t so bad.

He and Hermione were the only two to return to Hogwarts to finish their interrupted 7^th year the September after the war, the other surviving members of their class either choosing to go ahead and pursue various jobs, or taking a year off to heal and cope with the aftermath of the war. Ron didn’t understand the point in going back, when everyone was being offered pardons for their last year of education and NEWTs by any job they wanted, including Ministry jobs. He had chosen not to return and was working at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and training as the reserve keeper for the Chudley Cannons. He didn’t see the point in returning to school and couldn’t understand why Harry was either.

Harry, however, still had dreams of being an Auror. Of all the professions to choose, this would seem to be the one that would be most easily gained after defeating the most evil wizard in history, but Harry surprised himself by deciding that he did not want to take the easy way out. He didn’t want to feel as if there was some important lesson he would have learned had he gone back to Hogwarts, or that the other Aurors around him were more qualified than he was. And although she had never said it, he knew Hermione thought it was the right thing to do…and that meant a lot to him. Even though she probably could have taken the NEWTs as a fourth-year and passed with flying colors, she came back, too. And he knew it had at least a tiny bit to do with him. Merlin knows he couldn’t do this all by himself.

McGonagall as the new headmistress had been completely willing to work with them on coming back and Harry got the feeling that she as well as Hermione approved of him finishing his schooling before becoming an Auror. The newly restored Room of Requirement had been set aside exclusively for their use and it now appeared as a small flat, with a bedroom for each of them. They were free to take meals in the Great Hall if they wished, but the kitchen was kept well-stocked by the house elves, in case they wished to dine alone. As far as classes went, he and Hermione did personal lessons together with each of the professors. McGonagall had considered having them take lessons with the current seventh-year students (Ginny’s class) but considering that they were both such prominent figures due to the War, they tended to inspire distraction among the other students. Hermione loved the close interaction with their professors, and Harry found that he actually liked it, too.

Ginny had chosen to return to Hogwarts at her mother’s behest, and had been ecstatic at Harry’s decision to also. She assumed that they would lose themselves in corridors and sneak up to the Astronomy Tower to snog under the stars, and carry on as they had his 6^th year, but Harry found that it didn’t feel right. It was odd to carry on as a typical student when in reality he was at least a year older than all of the students. Including the Head Boy and Head Girl who would likely happen upon them, inciting embarrassment on his part. Plus that’s not what he came back for. He wanted to take his NEWTs and actually do well on them. He spent a lot of his nights with Hermione practicing what they had learned in their lessons and preparing for their future exams. Ginny eventually fell back into hanging with her former group of friends, including Luna, and concentrating on her own studies. She and Harry still managed to spend time together, though.

Ron and Hermione, not so much. Ron had been staying with George in a flat, and when he wasn’t working in the shop, he was away training or knackered from training. Hermione would occasionally take a night off from studying to go spend time with him, but they were few and far between. Ron didn’t actually seem to have a problem with Harry and Hermione sharing such close quarters. After hearing that Harry thought of Hermione as a sister, his fears seemed to have been allayed, at least for a while. Harry thought things were still going at least all right between them; they didn’t seem to spend enough time together to argue and bicker much anymore.

One night, however, while they were sitting in the small living area of their quarters, Harry noticed that Hermione was staring off into space instead of at the essay they were working on. Her brow for once wasn’t furrowed in concentration, it seemed that she was spacing out.

“Alright over there?” Harry asked quietly.

Hermione came out of her daze and gave him a sheepish grin and said, “I’m fine. Just a little distracted.”

“What’s wrong?”

She hesitated for a moment.

“You can tell me,” Harry prodded. “It may help to get it off your mind.”

“Oh, it’s Ron,” Hermione sighed.

“Oh,” Harry said, suddenly not as eager to talk. As close as he and Hermione were, talking about Ron almost seemed like a betrayal to the redhead.

“Yeah,” Hermione replied, blushing slightly. She seemed to realize that Harry’s hesitation. “I’m just feeling slightly bewildered at the moment.”

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, his interest piqued.

“Well,” Hermione began, “You know I don’t get to see him much. And when I do, he’s either here visiting, or I’m at his and George’s flat. And since we see each other so rarely, he always wants to get, ahem, closer, but I’m not feeling that comfortable around him lately and I’m not entirely sure why.”

Hermione’s cheeks were lightly flushed at her confession.

“Erm…”Harry began, his own face beginning to tinge with embarrassment. “You have before though, haven’t you?”

“Well, yes,” Hermione said, “but that was right after the war and in the heat of the moment and whatnot, and even that was awkward.”

By this point, Harry and Hermione were both bright red and remained silent for a few moments. Hermione was worrying that she had said too much and thoroughly mortified Harry, and Harry was trying to comes to term with what she had told him.

“Have-have you had problems like this? With Ginny?” Hermione asked hurriedly, before she could talk herself out of asking. “You’re not off with her as much as I thought you’d be…”

“Ginny’s fine. She’s very – eager. It makes me feel weird though, now that we’re not in the heat of the war, it feels as if we’re rushing,” Harry confessed finally. “And I don’t like the thought of doing anything like that while we’re here, I’d feel like I was betraying McGonagall’s trust.”

While he was talking, Harry had kept his eyes on the ground, but he raised his gaze to hers with his next words.

“And yours.”

Hermione furrowed her brow as she struggled to understand the implications of his words.

“Harry, I can’t deny that I expected her to be practically sharing our quarters once we were here, so you wouldn’t necessarily be breaking my trust – “

“Hermione, why did you come back?” Harry asked pointedly, fixing her with a green stare.

“To finish my last year and take the NEWTs,” she answered automatically.

“How many practice exams have you taken?” Harry continued.

“Not that many,” Hermione said defensively.

“And what did you score?”

Hermione looked down and refused to say anything.

“Admit it, Hermione. You could pass them with flying colours right now, if you wished. You came back to help me. How much of a prat would I have to be to act like a carefree sixth-year while you sit here alone when you don’t have to? I won’t do it. That’s not why I came back.”

Hermione nodded silently.

Harry gazed at her for a moment before adding, “And I do appreciate you being here. I couldn’t do this without you here.”

“I know, that’s why I had to come back!” Hermione proclaimed cheekily.

Harry shot her a fierce look and pretended to be offended by turning away from her and concentrating on his Potions book.

“Oh, Harry. Don’t be like that,” Hermione said, reaching for him.

He turned to her with a dramatic sigh and accepted her proffered hand.

“You’re so cruel,” he said petulantly.

“I am not!” she exclaimed laughingly.

“Are so.”

“Am not.”

Harry responded simply by sticking his tongue out at her.

“Oh, are you five?” Hermione asked sarcastically.

“No,” Harry replied mock sullenly.

“Get off it and get back to your essay,” the bushy brunette commanded playfully.

“Yes, mum,” Harry replied.

Hermione shot him a look but didn’t reply. She was glad that they had gotten back to a comfortable rapport after their conversation concerning their respective Weasley partners. Suddenly a worrying thought occurred to her though.

“Harry,” she began, timidly.

“Yes?”

“Does it bother Ginny, us staying together?”

Harry paused in his scrawling for a moment and furrowed his brow.

“Er…not anymore, I don’t think.”

“Not anymore?”

“I think it may have at first. She seemed almost as if she was going to object. But then Ron told her what I had said about you and –“

“What did you say about me?” Hermione questioned.

Harry paused and realized that, as far as he knew, Hermione didn’t know about he and Ron’s conversation concerning the locket’s vision.

“I told him you were like my sister. When he came back during the horcrux hunt.”

“Oh.”

“Er, yeah. And after that he was better and he calmed down, and then calmed Ginny down later.”

“I never knew about that,” Hermione said quietly. “I thought he had just realized how immature he was acting and corrected himself.”

Harry didn’t know what to say.

“Well, I’m sure he would have eventually,” he said eventually. “But it’s true. You are like my sister.”

“Harry, you don’t have a sister. How would you know?” she questioned.

“I don’t know, but it sounds right. You mean a lot to me.”

She smiled and leaned towards him, resting her body against the side of his.

“You mean a lot to me too, Harry,” she replied, kissing him on the cheek.

“Hey, enough with this kissing. I’m your brother,” Harry said, making a show of wiping at his cheek.

“Oh, Harry, stop it. I’ve kissed you loads of times.”

“I know and I’ve bloody well had enough of it,” he said replied jokingly, and started to count off on his fingers. “My cheek, my forehead, the top of my head, my hand, that really weird time with my nose…”

“I was smashed and aiming for your cheek! That was after the war, we were all in our happy places!” Hermione insisted flippantly.

“Well, it was still pretty weird. How would you like it if someone snogged your nose?”

“I can’t say I’ve had the experience,” Hermione returned.

“Well here, I’ll show you.”

He leaned forward and held her by the shoulders while she yelped and struggled to get away.

“Harry!” she exclaimed, “do not snog my nose.”

That’s the oddest sentence I’ve had to say in awhile, Hermione thought to herself.

But Harry overpowered her and dropped a wet kiss to the tip and underside of her nose.

“Nuh!” she exclaimed, “gerroff, Harry!”

“No wait, it wasn’t quite like that, it was more like this—“

Hermione succeeded in finding her footing and went to stand up, only for Harry’s descending lips to fall onto her own.

Their lips touched and they both froze.

She’s like my sister.

I’m your brother.

They separated quickly. Harry looked down and fussed unnecessarily with his shirt cuffs while Hermione made a show of shuffling her essay papers.

Finally, Hermione said, “Well…”

“Er…”

They looked at each other, both flush with embarrassment.

“What’s a kiss between friends?” Harry offered.

Hermione snorted and said, “At least you didn’t say ‘between brother and sister’.”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

“Harry! That’s repugnant. Real brothers and sisters don’t –“

“Well as I understand it, some do…”

“Harry! This conversation is over!”

“Fine,” Harry said, concealing a grin.

They both turned their focus back to their essays, or attempted to. After awhile in which the two neither turned a page, nor scribbled a word, Harry spoke again.

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep your lips off me.”

And the pillows from the couch attacked him viciously.
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