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Hysteria	By : indivisible_soup Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 75417 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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In a sleepy haze it took Harry a few seconds to understand what woke him up. He smiled into the darkness glad that the experiment was over.
Almost a week ago Hermione announced that she wanted to see if her sleepwalking fits were over and for that time went without orgasms. Even though Harry didn't shy away from expressing his view that the experiment had no point because Hermione still wasn't able to cum from masturbation alone, so even if the streak of sleepwalking was somehow suddenly over, he still didn't want a cranky Hermione and was ready to keep helping her with her problem. However, she insisted on it. It wasn't a surprise; he knew that he was speaking pretty much into the void that was a Hermione that decided something.
With his left hand Harry clumsily took Hermione's wand from under her pillow and cast a dim Lumos. He saw what he guessed he would - pyjamas-clad Hermione sitting cross-legged beside him, awkwardly holding his other hand by the fingers and rubbing his base knuckles into her crotch while staring blankly ahead of herself, paying him no mind.
He half-sighed half-chuckled looking at a bit of a grotesque show. He pointed the wand at her and was about to cast Enervate as something stopped him. He hadn't seen a sleepwalking Hermione for a while and it seemed even a little funny - how she somehow managed to combine the impossible and have a present and absent expression on her face at the same time. Harry pointed the wand at the ceiling and turned the lights on, making them both immediately squint.
Holding his hand relaxed and letting Hermione keep going unhindered he put the other behind his head while thinking about what to do. He decided that if she wanted her experiment, then he surely was allowed to conduct one of his own as long as he didn't overstep boundaries.
"Being busy as I see," said Harry.
"I need to cum," she said monotonously without looking at him.
"Yep. I can see that. With my hand no less."
"Naturally. Because it feels better when you do it."
"Glad to hear that." Harry felt weird as he just lay silently, feeling as Hermione kept rubbing the back of his hand against the crotch of her pyjamas. Then an idea came to him and he asked, "How much is eleven squared?"
"121."
"Correct."
Hermione huffed and finally looked at him with indignation - even in her sleep she didn't tolerate any attacks on her intelligence. "Of course it's correct. Do I look stupid?"
"No, just asleep."
"So what, I can't count in my sleep?"
"Nah... Just was checking." Hermione kept staring at him while working his hand into her crotch as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. "How things have been going?"
"Not good."
"How so?"
"Like you don't know. The damn locket is still not destroyed for a start. Then there's not forgetting that I and Harry barely got alive out of Godric's Hollow not long ago."
"I am Harry, you know, right?"
"Of course I do."
"Good for you. What else?"
"I can't finish from playing with myself."
"Yes, I know."
"It never has been so long before. I try and I try... Nothing."
"Yep. I can see that. So -"
"... day after day."
"Huh? You mean you do it while awake?"
"Naturally. Every day."
"But recently you said that you haven't done it in weeks."
"I lied."
Harry forced himself not to ask any farther. Deciding that this was already going too far into her personal space, and that if she wanted to keep it to herself then he should not pry.
"So, how does it feel? To use my hand like that."
"Not as good as it should," she said with furrowed eyebrows. "There might be something wrong with it tonight." Still holding it firmly by the fingers she shook it a little before returning back to her crotch. "Also Harry distrusts me with his questions."
"Bastard..."
"Don't call him that!"
Harry grinned. He was dying to ask some more personal questions, but held himself in check. He wasn't even sure if letting her rub his hand on herself was a good thing on his part. "Want to wake up?"
"What I want is to finally cum."
"Well, I can't help you while you're sleeping. Should've just asked me to finger you before bed."
"No. Hermione thinks that Harry can't do it now."
"Aha..." Harry said. He thought about asking her to elaborate, but decided against it. Instead, he chose to see how she would react to the same pointless question and asked, "How much is eleven squared?"
"121."
"Who was your favorite teacher at Hogwarts?"
"Vector."
"How much is eleven squared?"
"121."
"No, it's ten," he said on a whim, without even understanding why he did that.
"My mistake," she said just as unemotionally.
Harry's jaw dropped as was taken aback by her response. Her talking about him and even herself in the third person was one thing, but this was something new. She was definitely capable of arguing in her sleep, but why didn't she? Was it sarcasm? Was she even capable of it in her state?
"So, how much is eleven squared?"
"Ten." Harry's eyebrows shot up even higher. "Would you stop with your questions? I'm trying to masturbate here."
Harry went silent, thinking over what such blind acceptance meant. "So, you want to cum, right?"
"Right."
"Haven't you had enough orgasms already?"
"No."
"But you already came seventeen times in the past minute," he said just to check how she would take him on his word that was way too absurd.
Hermione immediately let go of his hand and after some shuffling lay back down beside Harry, covered herself with their blanket, and closed her eyes.
For a while Harry stared at her seemingly sleeping form, barely believing his own eyes. It couldn't have been so easy, right?!
"Hermione," he whispered softly, "are you asleep?"
He got no answer.

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"How'd you sleep?" asked Harry and sat down at the kitchen table.
Hermione shrugged pouring him tea. "As usual, I guess."
"Well, you guessed wrong," said Harry grinning as he took the cup from her. Hermione looked at him with some confusion. "Meant to say that your little experiment of abstinence is over."
"I sleepwalked?!" she exclaimed. Harry nodded, the grin still plastered on his face. "But I don't remember it!"
"You never do."
"Well, yes, if you don't... Wait! You haven't woken me up?!"
"Yep," he said simply.
Then in detail he described what happened last night and that he learned how to make her go back to the actual sleep without casting Enervate on her.
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