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Residuum	By : SpiralBreeze Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 8487 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Chapter One
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Thank you to Salon-kitty for the review. I should have put it in the Harry and Hermione section to begin with, but now it's here.

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Chapter One

The sorting and feast were over, announcements were made, and Harry groaned inwardly as everyone rose to applaud his services to the wizarding world, after a moment of silence for the deceased. Who would have guessed that months ago, the great hall had been a makeshift morgue? He closed his eyes and willed himself not to think of the bodies of loved ones lined in rows on the cold and blood stained flagstones. He could hear all the students heading to their dormitories, the sounds were different from those of the war, quiet, reserved, excitement for the year ahead and laughter among school friends. Harry wanted to be the last to rise. His eyes shot open when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Come on Harry, you need your rest.” Hermione whispered to him with a gentle squeeze.

“Just waiting till the queue dies down.”

“Wise decision Mr. Potter, however, you’ll be following me this way, through the staff entrance.” Professor McGonagall beckoned him to follow. “Ms. Granger, you may proceed to your dorm. Mr. and Ms. Weasley, goodnight.”

Hermione and Ginny hugged Harry goodnight.

“Later mate.” Ron said with a pat on the back.

“This way Potter.”

They walked across the great hall and through the teachers entrance. McGonagall was bringing Harry to her office, he closed his eyes briefly, inhaling with a slight shudder... Dumbledore’s old office. Harry hadn’t been up there since that day. They climbed quickly up the moving stair case and into the office, where a loud round of applause sounded, until McGonagall held up a hand to silence the former Headmasters’ portraits.

“Please, have a seat Potter.” Harry sat down and the Headmistress took the seat next to him instead of the one behind the desk. “Tea?”

“Uh, no thanks.”

“Very well then, let’s get on with this shall we?” She poured herself a cup of tea with a flick of her wand and took a sip, placing the cup back on the saucer, she showed a small smile. “Tell me Harry, how are you feeling?”

“I feel fine.”

The stern teacher sighed. “You know what I meant Potter.” She sighed again. “I mean emotionally. When I wrote to you and said that I thought it best you took a year off to gather yourself, it wasn’t merely a suggestion.”

“Professor, I’m fine really. I just want to concentrate on my studies. I want to graduate with my friends like I’m supposed to.”

“Indeed.” She took another sip of tea. “Potter, I will be frank. I have hired a muggle psychiatrist for you. He knows of our world, his wife is a-”

Before she could go on Harry interrupted.

“I don’t think that will be nece-”

“Mr. Potter, as your Headmistress, head of house, and the closest thing you’ve had to a parent, I must insist that not only is this highly important, I assure you, completely necessary.”

“But...”

“But nothing!” She grabbed his hand and held it tight, her eyes were beginning to water. “Harry, you have bore the brunt of this war. The entire fate of the wizarding world was on your shoulders. You say you might be fine, but I will not have a brilliant mind such as yours incapacitated due to post traumatic stress disorder, depression, or any other number of mental illness’ which affect the average war hero.” The professor was crying freely now, all Harry could do was look at her, perhaps he should agree, just to make her happy, he didn’t want anyone else crying over him. “Though eighteen you may be, you’re a growing young man with a maturing mind... I always felt Albus demanded too much of you Harry.”

More for wanting to end the conversation than being defeated he answered with a sigh. “I’ll see him professor.”

“You’ve made the appropriate decision my son.” She dabbed at her eyes a moment then took another sip of tea. “Your first appointment will be tomorrow, first thing in the morning, you will use the adjacent sitting room to this office. Dr. Langdon will then schedule more time as he sees fit.”

“Thanks professor.”

The stern older woman seemed to regard Harry with a look of concern, her thin lips slowly turning into a slight smile.

“You’re welcome Harry, and if you ever need anyone else to talk to, I’m always right here after classes.” She straightened and in an instant was back to her lecturing tone. “Now then, off to bed with you Potter no dawdling, I expect you in class after your appointment, unless of course Dr. Langdon gives you a medical excuse.”

“Goodnight Professor McGonagall.”

“Goodnight my dear boy.”

Harry left the office and made his way back to Gryffindor tower. On a whim he decided to visit Hermione and see her private head girl’s room. He supposed Ron was already in there, he would have to knock incase they were engaged. He raised his hand and rapped twice on the door.

“It’s open.”

“Hi.”

“I thought I told you to go to bed.”

“Yes, well, McGonagall thought it necessary to hire a psychiatrist for me.”

“Oh Harry...” Hermione stood up from her desk and walked over to embrace him. He melted into the hug, thankful for it’s warmth and comfort. “It’ll be all right, it’s just talking. If you had any severe problems we would have noticed them by now. It’s been nearly four months.”

“Severe problems?” He pulled away. “Does every one think I’m a nutter ‘cause of the war?”

“Harry, not everyone has been as lucky as you. Some people have really become depressed, and they need help. I’ve read all about it, and you’ll be happy to know that neither you, Ron or I have exhibited any symptoms.”

“That’s absolutely fantastic Hermione, thank you for your well read opinion.”

“Harry, I didn’t mean it like that. I want to know that all my friends are ok. That’s all, especially you since, well, you’re... you.”

Harry sighed, and wrapped his arms around Hermione again.

“Hopefully, he’ll see that I’m fine and I can focus on school work.”

Hermione nodded, something seemed to be bothering her.

“Um... Harry, it probably wont come up... but if it does...”

“What?” He pulled away to search her eyes. “Oh... oh, oh! That. It was one night Hermione... it has nothing to do with the war.”

“Don’t you see Harry, it has everything to do with that! The psychiatrist might see you as some sort of sexual deviant, you were drunk and hurt and seeking comfort, and-”

“Sexual deviant?” He questioned, now thoroughly confused.

“Yes, you were obviously upset, well more than upset, you were flat out depressed and, I... I comforted you, so to speak. He could make you out as the type of person who needs to cure his depression with sex, using it like a drug.”

“Let me guess, you’ve read about it?”

“Yes, I have,” She gave him an incredulous look. “and apparently people, especially males do it, and they become addicted, resorting to rape, and-”

“Whoa, no, Hermione, it wasn’t like that at all, I hope that’s not the way you saw it.”

“No...”

“‘Mione, I felt helpless yes, and maybe I was a bit depressed, but it was just sex, between two friends... consenting adults. I wasn’t completely drunk, and might I add you had been drinking as well. What’s done is do-”

“Do you regret it?” She questioned quickly, barely above a whisper.

Harry looked into his best friends eyes, pulling her into yet another hug, he searched her face for a moment and then whispered:

“Never.”

He noticed how her eyes were beginning to glisten with tears, he dabbed at them with the sleeve of his robe and then Harry kissed her, tentatively at first. It was Hermione that pulled away.

“Are you seeking comfort now?” She hiccuped.

“In all honesty... yes.”

Hermione smiled at him and hiccuped again, wiping fresh tears from her eyes with her pajama sleeve. She kissed him this time, more firmly, wrapping her arms around his neck, while his snaked down to her waist. He felt an arm leave his person and pull the wand from her pocket. Hermione broke away to mutter a quick lock and ward at the door. It was Harry who stopped this time.

“What do you have in mind?” His voice was low in his throat.

“I don’t know exactly, I just don’t want anyone walking in on- Wait! Aren’t you and Gin-”

“No... that is... we actually haven’t spoken much at all.”

Hermione watched him as she bit her bottom lip, she seemed to be contemplating something, then that light, which usually signaled the answer to a particularly puzzling question, lit her face.

“I was your first.” It wasn’t a question.

“Um... I thought you knew? Wait, what about you and Ron?”

“We haven’t exactly had time for a relationship.” She snorted and crossed her arms, clearly not wishing to discuss it any further. “You were my first as well.”

“I see.”

Hermione let out a laugh.

“That whole time I was scared out of my mind that I wasn’t doing things correctly, I mean I’ve read loads, but you essentially didn’t know what you were doing either.”

“It didn’t feel like that to me. That’s why I thought you had already with Ron.”

“Well, there isn’t much to do for the girl is there? The traditional mechanics require the boy to do most of the work. We just sort of just lie back and take it.”

“Leave it to you to break shagging down into mechanics.” Harry laughed. “And we could have, I don’t know... switched?”

There was a long span of silence between the two friends after their laughter died down.

“So... now what?”

“I don’t know Harry... you should really get to bed, and so should I.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“You meant...” She sighed. “us.”

“Yes.”

“Well, it’s not like I didn’t enjoy what we did. However, we both need to concentrate on finishing school. Which we both know is the reason why we each haven’t become serious with Ron and Ginny.” She moved to sit on the bed, patting the space next to her so he could sit too. Once Harry was comfortable she took his hand in hers. “I suppose that, as stress relief...” They both smiled at this. “If we both fancy a snog, then I don’t see any harm in it.” Harry was about to open his mouth, but she held up a finger. “Let me continue, and if it goes... further, well, I don’t see a problem with that either. As you said before, we’re both adults and friends.”

“Then do you fancy a snog now? You know, just to finish what we started, we could see how it is when we’re not completely pissed.”

She stared at him appearing annoyed, but her features softened into an almost mischievous grin.

“Well, I did go to all the trouble of warding the door.”

“Exactly.”

Hermione smiled and leaned in to kiss Harry, who wasted no time at all in engulfing her in his arms. It was a kiss of exploration. Tasting, teasing, tempting the other with a flick of the tongue, hands lingering only momentarily before they moved to new frontier. It was Harry that began teasing her nipples through her pajama shirt, and Hermione who boldly rubbed the erection through his slacks, eliciting an intake of breath from the boy who lived. Hands seemed to fumble less this time, more confident in their ministrations.

Pulling away, Hermione removed her shirt, and Harry’s be-speckled eyes darted quickly from her face to her exposed breasts. As soon as the shirt landed, his hands moved to her air hardened nipples, tweaking them between forefingers and thumbs. His eyes moved from watching what he hoped to be satisfied expressions on her face to his handiwork.

“Mmm... too much.” Hermione held his hands at the wrists with her own. “Really sensitive.”

“Oh, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No.” Standing up she removed her pajama bottoms and panties.

Harry started abruptly and couldn’t get his robe off fast enough. He never before realized just how many layers the Hogwarts school uniform consisted of. He almost got stuck in his jumper, and heard a chuckle from the very naked young woman in front of him.

“Need some help?”

“es, eez”

He felt cool hands at his neck, pulling the wool over his head, almost losing his glasses in the process. The sweater joined the robe, and next to go was the tie. They both undid the buttons to his white shirt, Harry starting from the top and Hermione the bottom. She removed this too, as he stepped out of his shoes, and pulled off his socks one handed.

“A little eager aren’t we?”

“Yeah well, defeating a dark wizard has left me with an awful lot of stress, that I’d really like to work out of my system, if that’s ok with you.”

“Yes, I can see how very stressed you are.” Hermione giggled and smacked his hands away so she could undo his belt herself, a pull and a zip, and she was sliding both slacks and boxers down and off his body, revealing an erection that bobbed with Harry’s movements. “Oh! You’re bigger than I remembered.”

“Hermione, shut up.”

He grabbed her and pulled her into his chest, suddenly thrilled at the skin on skin contact, her breasts pressing sublimely against his chest. Instead of going for her lips he went for her neck, trailing kisses up to her earlobe and gently nibbling on the skin around her earrings. His cock twitched against her mound, to Hermione it was a soft heat, that brought more moisture between her legs.

“Ok, enough Harry, bed, now!” She pushed him to the edge with confidence. Harry’s breathing was rapid, suddenly feeling nervous, he could have sworn the kisses and touching had lasted much longer last time, wasn’t this happening a little too fast?

“Um... are you-”

“Wet? Very. Although I enjoy the foreplay, we’ll be having what my reading has described as a quickie, seeing as we both have classes tomorrow, and you have a very important appointment.”

“Er... ok, how do you want to-”

“Move up and lie back down on the pillows.” Hermione followed him and realizing what she was going to do made Harry grin. “I thought I’d see how it is on top this time, I’ve read that I can have more control this way, and...” Her words faltered.

“What?” He suddenly sat up.

“Well, it wont hurt as much.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t, not on purpose anyway...” She positioned her self over his hips and kissed him, her hand gripping him, moving up and down his length. Harry moaned hastily breaking the kiss.

“Hermione could you just get on with it please... I don’t want to go on your hand.” The brunette’s hand motion ceased, still holding him she eased herself on so slowly it was excruciating for the boy who lived. “Is it in yet?”

After a sharp intake of breath through her teeth, Hermione nodded. They both shifted their legs and Harry placed his hands on her hips.

“Go on then.” He whispered.

Her movements were hesitant at first as her body adjusted to the intrusion. Eyes never leaving his as she moved her hands to rest on top of his which he had never withdrawn.

“Oh Harry, it feels wonderful now.” She sighed, obviously content. The black haired boy smiled and suddenly moaned when the girl on top of him increased her pace. He noticed how she was grinding into him the same way repeatedly her eyes closed in the heat of passion, she had obviously found a very pleasurable spot. “How does it feel for you?”

“Excellent.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Good...” She whispered breathlessly.

Her grinding was becoming much more forceful now, and out of instinct Harry’s hips bucked up to match her downward thrusts. He was very close to coming, he just needed more of whatever Hermione was doing, which was perfect. A thin sheen of sweat was accumulating on their bodies, their breaths coming in ragged gasps and moans. Something was happening with Hermione, her hands tightening on his in a death grip, for a moment he thought he was causing her pain, but then why did it feel so amazingly good for him?

“Oh, Harry, I... I think... I’m... com... ing...” Her body seized and Harry felt this delicious squeeze on his cock, he wanted more, and all he could do was thrust his hips upwards as Hermione rode out her orgasm. She quickly lowered herself onto his chest, and the sudden change in position was all he needed to cum deep inside, with a muffled grunt in her hair. While his body was calming down from the thrill, he felt hers almost tremble with tiny aftershocks. He wrapped his arms around her body, smoothing her unmanageable hair out of both their faces. Her eyes were still closed, but the smile on her lips spoke volumes. She swallowed and licked her lips, then sat slowly up and made to remove Harry’s erection from her opening. This too was done slowly, and then so fast she startled Harry, she curled up into a tight ball by his left side.

“That hurt a tiny bit, coming out.”

He was too tired to get up, but turned his head to look at her and took her hand in his.

“I’m sorry.”

She smiled, a very tired, and truly satisfied grin.

“It doesn’t matter, because that was a really good shag.”

“I agree... I’m just tired... I seemed to have used muscles I didn’t even know I had.”

Hermione laughed.

“I’ll let you rest a few minutes, but then you have to get back to your room and go right to bed.”

“As soon as my legs work.”

They snuggled together and Hermione pulled the covers over them both watching Harry close his eyes. She kissed his forehead before she settled back against the pillows and began to lazily smooth the hair out of his face with the tips of her fingers, much the same way a mother does to her child. She was satisfied with the way Harry at least appeared happy. The war had changed him, he was quiet now, almost withdrawn, that much she knew, perhaps getting back to a normal routine at school would help him with adjusting to life after the war. She wondered if Ron and Ginny even noticed his behavior, (she swore that the brother and sister were completely clueless sometimes) the way he had sat after dinner, eyes closed, right hand tightly gripping the wand on his thigh, it had to have been a flashback from the battle, what else could it have been? Then there was the drinking at the Burrow, all those glasses of firewhisky during the summer months were simply not just in celebration of Voldemort’s defeat.

Harry needed to talk to someone, there was more to it than just not wanting to talk to Ginny, or Ron. He had lost so many loved ones, and in the end he choose to come to Hermione for his pain. She almost felt guilty for the sex, but it felt like so much more than just the carnal pleasures in which teenagers engaged, she tried not to think that it was simply her, that their time alone together during Ron’s absence forced Harry to see more in her than previously. She remembered those deeply personal moments she had shared with her best friend, the most emotional one being of course their time spent in Godric’s Hollow. She tried to imagine Ron there, but no, he did not belong in that place with them.

As she thought about it, she realized it had to be her, destiny was a notion she did not give credence to, nonetheless it was one that came to mind when she looked back on that night (funny how they used polyjuice potion to change into a husband and wife). She was the one that had found his parents’ graves, she was the one that held his hand, squeezing (he squeezed back) to let him know that he wasn’t alone, she conjured the roses and when Harry could take no more, they walked out of the graveyard arms around one another.

Now tonight she had indulged him a second time in that pleasure, which seemed to bring him so much solace. She knew he wasn’t completely drunk the night they lost their virginity (he had been correct about that) as for her, she hadn’t touched a drop, and just like moments ago, Harry had worn a look of tranquility. Hermione was quite content in knowing that she was the source for the peace that she knew Harry deserved more than anyone else.

To be continued...
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