Harry Potter and the Secret Nurse

Chapter Twenty-Four
Loosen Up Hermione

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Harry fired out the floo all by himself and skidded across the kitchen floor, right into Hermione’s legs causing her to fall on him.

“Harry!”

“LOOK OUT FOR THE CHAIR!” Harry called out as he tried to roll them aside.

The wheelchair fired out of the fireplace floo and almost smashed into them but it levitated upwards at the last moment, missing them by inches and remained floating harmlessly in the air.

“I fell off the damn thing halfway here,” said Harry.

Harry stood up, and banged his head on the chair. Angrily he knocked it aside like a bizarre balloon. Ron, Luna, and a large trunk came through the floo, filling the kitchen with dust. Expello Pulvis, the dust repelling spell, didn’t work for Hermione as well as it did for Mrs. Weasley and she just gave up on it in frustration, uselessly flinging her wand about.

Ron struggled with the trunk and said, “Don’t bother Hermione, it took my mom twenty years to master that spell as well as she has.”

As Harry gave specific instructions as to exactly where he needed that trunk full of torture devices put, Ron just opened the basement door and let it slide down the stairs to a thundering crash to the basement floor. He clapped off his hands, took Luna’s hand and ran for the upstairs, both excitedly giggling all the way.

Hermione watched them go and smirked, “Well, they haven’t been together for a whole week.”

“Neither have we, if you think of it,” said Harry.

Hermione was about to say they had been making love nearly every night of the week, then she had to stop and think it was Otherworld where they had been playing around.

“I need a little R- L time, Hermione,” said Harry.

After explaining R- L meant “real life”, and where he heard it from, Harry suggested they have a soak in his bath. Sitting naked in the steamy water and relaxing, Hermione felt an urge to bring something up.

“Harry, can you stand in the water?” Hermione asked, looking sharply coy.

“Well... I can but I need to save my legs for tomorrow,” said Harry.

“It won’t take long. I just wanted to try something,” said Hermione.

Hermione waded into the deep part of the bath where the water almost went up to her shoulders. Harry didn’t have any trouble following her, as the deeper water supported his weight and he felt he could walk easier than ever, even though his leg muscles still felt strange. Facing away from Harry while bracing herself against the edge of the bath, Hermione spread her legs and invited Harry to enter her from behind. In spirit, Harry may have been having sex with Hermione every night on the week, but his body responded like a teenager that had been abstinent for a week.
Little fang appeared on Hermione’s mouth as she felt a rock hard erection making its way between her thighs. For a while, Harry entered her, but as much as Hermione wanted this, she had something else in mind. She reached behind herself to stop Harry and asked him to pull out for a second.

“Go up Harry,” she said.

Harry looked down at Hermione’s ass in the water and immediately expressed doubt, “I don’t know, Hermione, I don’t think I’m going to fit. It’s not like Otherworld you know.”

Hermione put her hands into the water and firmly grabbed her ass cheeks to spread them apart as hard as she could. His cock was definitely hard enough to enter Hermione’s behind, but after pushing several times he just couldn’t get it in past the head.

“Stop! Stop!” Hermione called out as she sounding exhausted.

Harry gave up, and Hermione turned around looking very disappointed.

“Dammit! How do they do it?” Hermione cried in frustration.

“Who?”

“Those people we see in porn on the internet,” said Hermione, “Some of those women are shorter than I am, and they take cocks as big as cricket bats up their ass.”

Harry paused for a moment in thought, then he waded through the water to the other side of the bath where he left his pants. Digging through his wallet, Harry found the business card Patchee Sandeff left for him in Knockturn Alley.

Harry showed the card to Hermione and said, “If you want to know how they do it, let’s find out.”

Just through with scrubbing down in a bath, Hermione did not want to take another trip through the floo network, she did not want to see Fred and George’s shop for the first time in the dark while it was closed, and finally she did not-

“-think that going through Knockturn Alley in the middle of the night is a great idea,” said Hermione.

“Shhh,” said Harry, “It’s the perfect time. No one will see us. I AIM’d Patchee and she said she’d meet us right outside the shop.”

They crept through the almost pitch dark alley, only guided by the glaring light of the only store still open at that hour. The magical sex shop lay in front of them. Cautiously Hermione peered around a corner and was utterly flabbergasted by the sign.

“MOANING MYRTLE’S?”

Harry grabbed Hermione’s mouth and pulled her back into an alcove to duck out of sight. A large man passed them by carry a paper bag. Quietly remaining hidden in the shadows, Hermione watched the man go and recognized him.

“Wasn’t that-?”

“Ludo Bagman,” said Harry, “Randy ol’ bugger.”

“Harry, this is dangerous, how do you know these people aren’t Death Eaters?” asked Hermione.

“Patchee trades in contraband and sex toys, not terrorism,” said Harry, “She’s a pervert, not a killer.”

“Those other two you described that hang with her sound like a couple of goons,” said Hermione, “They could be the Death Eaters’ sort.”

“Well why would they be hanging around in Knockturn Alley begging to be caught?” asked Harry, “They may be the type, but I think they’re independent or something like that. I’m not saying they’re angels, they’ll slit your throat for a sickle or two given the chance. But they’re lightweights, we can handle them.”

On the far side of the storefront, Hermione could see what she assumed to be an older witch, no bigger than herself walking up to them. Her face was completely hidden in silhouette as her feet expertly navigated the dodgy cobblestones beneath them. Hermione wanted to approach her cautiously but Harry immediately warmed right up to her.

The witch noticed Hermione and said, “Well aren’t you the right head turner? Is this your girlfriend, love?”

“Yes, did you bring it?” Harry asked, sounding anxious.

The witch reached into her robes and pulled out a box about the size to hold a set of steak knives. Hermione grasped Harry’s arm, afraid she would open it.

“Harry, can we trust her?” asked Hermione.

“Hey! Where did you think I got the strap on from?” asked Harry.

“You bought it from her?” asked Hermione, “You never told me you-“

“I certainly couldn’t have bought it from there myself,” said Harry, pointing to the sex shop.

“Oh my, aren’t you the little panicky Betty?” said Patchee and she cackled a little, “No wonder you need these. You’re wound up so tight, love, I doubt anyone could shove a pin up your ass with a hammer.”

Hermione was taken aback by that and Harry pushed her back saying, “Let’s see it.”

Harry had to calm Hermione down as Patchee opened the lid of the box. Inside was a series of what appeared to be oddly shaped dildos of varying size, ordered from small to large.

“What are those?” asked Hermione.

“Buttplugs,” said Patchee, “You’re supposed to wear them, to loosen yourself up a bit so you can take a man up your- well, you know. They condition you over a period of time you see.”

“Is this how people get started?” asked Hermione.

“Oh yes,” said Patchee as she took one and held it out, “I recommend you take the smallest one first, just to get used to it.”

Hermione took the little one, no bigger than a suppository and raised one eyebrow.

“I’m supposed to walk around with this in me all day?” Hermione asked, sounding incredulous, “What does THAT feel like?”

“Like you have to take a shit all day, dearie,” said Patchee, “Mind you, you kind of grow to like it after a bit.”

Hermione looked like she wanted to bail, but Patchee Sandeff was a skilled salesperson.

“You can spell them to give off all sorts of pleasurable sensations that can last for hours,” said Patchee, “Including Delectatio.”

Deftly, Hermione placed the buttplug back in the case, took it from Patchee’s hands and snapped the lid shut.

“Pay the lady,” Hermione said to Harry.

Harry smirked and handed Patchee a few galleons from his armrest. She tipped her pointed hat at them and said it was definitely a pleasure doing business and looked forward to meeting them again soon.

Hermione examined the case and asked, “So she gets you this stuff out of that store?”

Harry said yes and Hermione asked what the mark up was.

“Steep,” said Harry, “By comparing to prices I’ve seen on the internet I’d say about 35%.”

“35%!” Hermione exclaimed, “Harry! That’s way too much. We’ve got to-“

“Do you know anyone else who can help us out?” asked Harry, “Of course she’s steep, we’re asking her to break the law for us. Besides, I like going to her because she’s outside our regular circle of friends. We can keep it private this way.”

Hermione resigned herself and said, “We only have to rely on her until next year. Then we’ll be old enough to- Harry... look over there!”

Harry followed Hermione’s hand pointing to a dark store front that had its entrance door left wide open. There were no lights or anyone around that could be seen.

“That’s Mr. Borgin’s shop,” said Harry, “Why’s the front door like that?”

A small tinkle of broken glass could be heard coming from the store, and Harry and Hermione instantly hid themselves in the dark doorway of the shop they were in front of. They stuck their heads around a glass front to spy on Mr. Borgin’s place. Hermione nearly screamed when Patchee Sandeff came up on them from behind and got Harry’s attention.

“You have to get out of here, love!” Patchee said in a panic, “The Knockaround Gang is here!”

“Who the fuck are they?” asked Harry.

“They’re like the mob, but they’re wizards,” said Patchee, “They’re dangerous. Most places around here has to pays them protection money. C’mon! You have to get out of here!”

Patchee was pulling Harry in the direction away from Mr. Borgin’s shop when a scuffle could be heard coming from inside. Stunning spells could be seen and heard ricocheting around in the pitch black of the store, smashing items all around. Two men dressed in black muggle clothes ran out of it, tripping over each other to get out and bolted down Knockturn Alley away from where Harry and Hermione were standing. Patchee screamed when she saw them and took off in her own direction back towards the sex shop.

“Harry!” Hermione pleaded, “We’ve got to get out of here!”

Mr Borgin could be heard yelling from inside the shop.

“I’LL GET YOU! YOU BASTARDS!”

With his head bleeding Mr Borgin stumbled out the door with his wand ready. He staggered down the street about half a dozen steps when there was a huge explosion. Hermione grabbed Harry and shoved him down to the ground and upturned his wheelchair, hiding behind it. Mr Borgin was thrown to the ground with flaming debris strewn all around him. He stomped flaming embers off his shirt with his palm and got up, not able to focus, looking at his store burn. When he was able to gather himself, Mr. Borgin was finally able comprehend the shock and he grabbed his head and screamed.

“MY STORE! THEY BLEW UP MY STORE! THOSE BASTARDS! I’LL GET YOU MALFOY! I SWEAR LUCIUS I’LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!”

Harry transformed the chair into a scooter and told Hermione to hop on and hold on tight. The scooter took to the air and Harry ordered it to take them back to the Weasley’s shop in nearby Diagon Alley. Harry’s hand was still shaking when they got there as he put his own key into the front door and they made their way inside to catch their breath.

“What the hell was that all about?” asked Harry.

“I don’t know,” said Hermione, “Don’t you think we should tell Bardwell?”

“I- shit.. how the hell are we going to explain why we were there?” asked Harry.

“Harry, there’s Aurors Apparating in the street!” said Hermione as she pointed to the window.

Harry looked out the shop window for a moment and saw people in Auror robes going up and down Diagon Alley, then he pulled Hermione away from the window.

“They must be on top of it already,” said Harry, “What the hell was Patchee going on about? The Knockaround Gang? A WIZARD MOB? Have you ever heard of them?”

Hermione shook her head no in the dark, looking as though her mind was going a mile a minute.

“That poor man, Mr. Borgin,” said Hermione, “He screamed out Lucius’ name like he blamed him for it. Could there be a connection between that gang and the Death Eaters?”

“Organized crime and terrorists?” asked Harry as though there was no question of it, “How could there not be?

Hermione began to think and said, “From what you’ve told me about Mr. Borgin, he sounds like the type to be involved with organized crime. If he’s butting heads with Lucius, maybe there’s a power struggle going on between them.”

“You’ve been reading about Catherine O’Hara, haven’t you?” asked Harry.

Hermione noticed some books about Aurors and picked up a copy titled “Famous Magical Crimes”.

“It seems like that kind of investigating is called for here,” said Hermione.

“Why don’t we wait until we read the paper tomorrow before we decide a course of action?” asked Harry.

Hermione agreed and asked if she could keep or borrow that book for a while. Harry said fine and shook his head as he looked for his floo pot to return to the House of Black with. Good old Hermione, thought Harry, always turning to books for the answer to everything.