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Be Careful in the Dark	By : SilentCall Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 40145 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: So sorry for the long gap in updates. My dissertation is eating my life. I hope you like the chapter!

Hermione stood next to Severus, poised to add the next ingredient in the potion brewing in front of them. Over the past month or so, she and Severus worked out a possible potion to help victims of the Crucio spell stay focused on positive emotions and, hopefully, reduce the effects of the spell. Severus brought a whole set of top-notch potions skilled and helped her to bring her research to a new level. He’d suggested techniques she’d never heard of and Hermione, ever curious, had agreed to try them out.

This was their first attempt at the potion and it would take almost four weeks to brew and then produce the accompanying charm.

Severus bent over the cauldron, nostrils flaring repeatedly, as he waited for the right smell to develop. In fact, he’d been bent over the cauldron, nostrils flaring, from the moment they’d lit the flame. Hermione had giggled when he’d told her how he established a time line for a new potion, and earned herself a glare.

After long, slow minutes, Severus closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and muttered, “come on you little bugger.”

Hermione bit back a grin. He’d never talked to his potions while he was teaching, but he was downright chatty with no one to watch him. He talked to books too. Hermione guessed she should be flattered he was willing to do something so quirky in front of her though he’d probably skin her alive if she asked him about it.

In a louder voice, Severus commanded her, “now add the granules of graphorn one at a time and do not deviate from the method we discussed.” Hermione nodded and began dusting one granule at a time into the cauldron.

*****

There was a knock on the door. Hermione looked up from her research notes and frowned. It was almost 2AM. Activating her security spell, she saw Pansy Parkinson standing outside of her door, biting on her thumb. Hermione sighed and released the locking spell.

“What’s up?” Hermione asked, as she shut the door behind Pansy.

“I slept with him!” Pansy said in a rush. She turned a bright red. “Oh Merlin, I lost my virginity to that, that peon!”

“Uh, Rachel, I don’t think we call people peons anymore. And Frothy’s family isn’t as uppercrust as some but…” Hermione said.

“Not Frothy.” Pansy said, putting her hands on her face. “That rough-necked excuse of a partner of his.” The last sentence was muffled.

“You slept with Rasti?” Hermione asked, eyes wide. When Pansy nodded, Hermione whistled. Hermione motioned to the couch and Pansy flopped down. Hermione said, “well, you’ve stirred up a hornets’ nest now. I thought the two of you hated each other!”

“I do! We do!” Pansy said, looking up. Then she frowned. “I thought we did.”

“Rachel, do I even want to know how this happened?” Hermione asked. “Are you and Frothy still a thing?” Hermione walked around to the other side of the couch and sat down.

“Apparently, we never were a thing!” Pansy snapped this. “Apparently, spending every waking moment with each other doesn’t mean a damn thing! I’m such an idiot. I know the Finns breed true. I just, I liked him. And when he said he couldn’t bring me home to his family, ever, I, I, told him to go fuck himself!” Pansy was huffing in anger now.

“Well, you know, prejudice sucks.” Hermione said flatly, not feeling much sympathy for Pansy.

Pansy glared at Hermione and crossed her hands over her chest. After a long pause, she said, “are you going to ask?”

“Ask what?” Hermione replied, frowning.

“What happened. That’s what girlfriends are supposed to do.” Pansy’s anger was rapidly deflating.

“Are we girlfriends?” Hermione asked, feeling bewildered at the turn in the conversation.

Pansy rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s not like you’ve got them beating down your door, Granger.”

Hermione sighed. “Okay. What happened?”

“Well, I ran into Rasti on the way out of the café. I guess he and Frothy were meeting up after that fucker dumped me.” Pansy rubbed her face as she spoke.

Hermione blinked a couple of times. Pansy didn’t usually drop the f-bomb so often.

“And Rasti said, ‘sod the fucker and let’s go get a beer.’ So I did.” Pansy stuck out her bottom lip. “He’s really annoying, you know. He disagrees with everything I say. Except when I call Frothy a fucker.”

Hermione shook her head. What the hell had Rasti been thinking? “So how did you two end up in bed together?”

Pansy shrugged. “I had a few beers and I just, I thought to myself, I’m never going home.” Tears started to roll down Pansy’s face. “Who was I waiting for? Rasti has a nice body and he was being nice to me. Why not him? So I kissed him.”

Hermione frowned. “And he was okay with you being a virgin?” That didn’t seem right to Hermione. Rasti was a bastard, but he had his own particular moral code.

“Oh, he didn’t know. And then! When he figured it out, you know, when…” Pansy stammered, choking over the words.

Hermione held a hand up, “I got it.”

“Well, he yelled at me! Said I should have said something and that he wouldn’t have, you know, with me!” Pansy was sitting bolt upright.

In spite of herself, Hermione asked, “what did you say?”

Pansy grinned. “I told him if he didn’t finish what he started, I’d scorch every one of his hairs off his body.”

Hermione laughed and shook her head. “Okay. You slept with Rasti. How was it?”

Pansy shrugged. “Better than the boys I kissed at Hogwart’s. But, I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like.”

“Well, were you warm, tingly and relaxed afterwards or were you bored and antsy?” Hermione asked.

Pansy turned a bright, brick red. “Definitely not bored.”

Hermione grinned. “Well, good.”

“But he’s still mad at me! He took off in a huff, yelling at me still! What more does the man want?” Pansy asked, again sounding angry and also puzzled.

“He’s being an asshole, because that’s what he does, at least as far as I can tell, anytime he has anything that resembles an emotion. You should probably kick his ass to the curb if that bothers you.” Hermione replied. After a moment, she added, “I have to say something, Pansy, even though it might not be what you want to hear.”

Pansy looked at her, grim-faced.

“Rasti’s being a wanker. That goes without saying, but, well, let’s just say his ex girlfriend was a piece of work. He doesn’t deserve to get played. You don’t want to ever touch him again? Cool. You want to be with him? Go for it. You want to have angry sex with no strings? Also fine, as long as he knows what’s going on. Just don’t say one thing and do another. It’s not right, even if he is an asshole.”

Pansy lifted her eyebrows and then nodded. Hermione looked at her for a long moment. Pansy was pale, with red splotches in her cheeks. Her eyes were red and Pansy kept biting her lip.

Hermione closed her eyes for a moment, “you thought I was going to say something else.” It wasn’t a question.

Pansy nodded, dropping her eyes to floor.

“What? What did you think I was going to say?” Hermione suppressed her irritation at having to emotionally baby-sit Pansy-fucking-Parkinson. It would be so much easier if she still hated the other woman.

“That now I really never can go home. That I’m a s-s-slut!” Pansy said, crumbling into chest heaving sobs on the last word.

Hermione scooted down the couch until she was next to Pansy and then held out her hands. Pansy reached out and gripped them so hard their knuckles turned white. “You listen to me. From the moment you turned up on my doorstep, going home has meant death. A long, slow, painful death. Sex doesn’t change that because Snake-face is a complete wack-a-doodle. Maybe, if we all survive this way, you can go back to be a pureblooded stuck up bitch. But frankly, I think you’re better than that. And if anybody ever calls you a slut, tell them to go fuck themselves.”

Pansy sobbed as Hermione said this and then pulled Hermione into a tight hug. As Hermione hugged the crying girl back, she realized with a start that she was beginning to like Pansy-fucking-Parkinson.

*****

Amazingly, Hermione was still awake when Harry knocked on her door at 4AM.

“Harry, why do you always come to see me in the middle of the night?” Hermione asked, swinging the door open.

Harry shrugged and slouched his way into her living room. His robe was partially opened and everything about him looked rumpled. “Dunno. Mostly, I was waiting for that brunette to leave. Who is she, anyhow?”

Fucking Christ. Harry was spying on her. “Harry, are you spying on me?”

Harry blinked at her a couple of times. “No. No! I just wanted to see you and you had company. So I waited.”

“You waited. Okay.” Hermione replied. A short, awkward silence rose up, so thick Hermione could almost feel it pressing against her. “Um, you want some tea?”

Harry shook his head.

Hermione looked at Harry. His lips were drawn into a tight line and his eyes were so hollow he looked like someone gave him two black eyes. Harry moved around the room restlessly, picking things up and setting them down.

“How about something to eat?” Hermione asked. Harry shook his head again, so she sat on the arm of her chair and crossed her arms. After a couple of minutes, Harry finally stopped in front of her. When he reached out and cupped her cheek, thumb stroking her face, Hermione’s breath caught in her throat. “Harry, what happened?” She sounded breathless and tried to get herself back under control.

Harry still said nothing, just leaned down to kiss her very gently, as if he were afraid she would break. He bent, putting one knee on the couch, so he could reach out with his other hand to touch her face. Harry pressed his lips more firmly against hers and one hand drifted down to touch her shoulder.

Goosebumps broke out on her arms. Pulling back, Hermione said, “Harry, this is a bad idea.”

Harry stiffened and shook his head minutely. He met her eyes, “you see me. Sometimes, I don’t think anyone else does.”

Hermione frowned at him and opened her mouth to speak. They would not make a good couple, no matter what they pretended in public, and sleeping with him made things so much more complicated.

Before she could speak, Harry whispered, gaze dropping, “please, Hermione. Please.” Hermione’s heart broke. He sounded so lost, the way he did when he talked about his parents or the one time he’d managed to tell her what it was like to be locked under the stairs at the Dursleys. She uncrossed her arms and reached out, sliding her fingers under his shirt to touch the soft skin of his back.

He made a noise in the back of his throat and pulled her towards him. The kiss was deeper this time, but he still explored her mouth as if she might shatter. Hermione realized, with an internal start, that it was Harry who might shatter. He moved slowly and deliberately, not breaking the kiss, as he moved to sit on the couch. Harry pulled her into his lap and Hermione broke the kiss long enough to shift one knee to either side of Harry. He groaned as she rolled her hips against him.

His hands fluttered up and tugged at her clothing. Hermione pulled her top and bra off and Harry ran his fingertips up her sides, leaving chills in his wake. He cupped her breasts, rolling thumbs over the nipples and Hermione squirmed as pleasure shot through her. Harry bent forward, taking one nipple into his mouth and working his tongue and lips until a tight peak formed. Hermione gasped and wiggled, her face and body getting hot and flushed. He moved to the other tip and repeated his actions.

Harry kissed up her neck and this time, when their lips met, his kiss was urgent. Hermione responded in kind, her desire slowly unfolding. She pulled back, panting, to look at him. Harry’s eyes were heavy-lidded and a flush stained his skin.

Hermione stood, tugging at his hand. “C’mon, let’s get you out of that robe.”

Harry gave her a wide grin and shot out of his seat. Hermione laughed and shook her head. She led the way to her bedroom, leaning over to flick the lamp on. Harry’s hand stopped her.

“Leave it dark. I just want to touch you.” Harry said softly into her ear. Her body tightened in response. His fingertips danced up her arm and down her back, her body tingling in response. His hands skimmed down her belly and paused, working at the drawstring of her pants. Harry tugged them down and the followed the path of her pants with his fingers. Hermione’s breath was short and her mouth was dry.

It felt very strange to be naked when Harry was clothed. Hermione started to turn and, again, Harry’s voice stopped her.

“No. Stay facing the bed.” Harry’s voice was rough and his hands didn’t stop moving as he spoke. One hand slipped between her thighs, once, twice, three times.

“Harry!” Hermione demanded, breathlessly.

Harry chuckled, low and smug. This time, he slipped his thumb inside her, the rest of his hand reaching up to touch her clit. As he worked in and out of her, his other hand reached around to cup her breast. Hermione pushed her hips back against him, wiggling her hips to try to find the right position. The pressure built, her leg muscles trembling as Harry’s hand drove her to the peak.

“Harry, I…” She managed to say, before her body clenched, her orgasm shuddering through her.

Harry’s hands were abruptly gone and she could hear him pulling frantically at his clothes. She swallowed a couple of times and turned, putting her hands over his to still them. Harry’s eyes were wild and he was breathing like he’d just run a race.

“Let me.” She said quietly, hands already reaching out to undo the fasteners of his robe. Harry trembled and said nothing, but he didn’t stop her. She pulled his shirt up until Harry had to lift his arms.

She bent, trailing her mouth over the sharp, salty planes of his chest. He really was beautiful. She forgot it sometimes, because he was just Harry, just her friend. Tonight, she let herself enjoy his body.

“Take off your pants and lay down on the bed.” Hermione said, smirking at how quickly Harry shucked his pants. He wanted quick and he wasn’t going to get it.

She started at one knee, lapping and biting her way up. She didn’t touch him where he wanted her too. She moved to the other knee and Harry growled. Hermione laughed and took her time moving up his leg, over his hip, and up his chest.

She kissed him, enjoying the play between their mouths. With one hand, she guided his erect length inside her. She paused, letting her body adjust, and then began to rock her hips back and forth. Hermione was suddenly grateful for the dark. She didn’t have to look at Harry, with his puppy eyes and startling need for her. She could just do what she needed to do to get off.

She picked up the tempo and then slowed down again. She rolled her hips. She wiggled her hips in circles; she did whatever she wanted until her body trembled on the edge of an orgasm.

Harry made a sound that almost sounded like sobbing, but he didn’t beg or ask her for anything. He just gripped the bedspread and kept pace with her.

Finally, Hermione leaned forward, sliding one arm behind Harry’s neck. She pressed her body as close to his as possible, rubbing up against his stomach as she rode his cock.

“Come with me, Harry.” Hermione whispered.

Harry’s arms wrapped around her and he surged upwards, pounding into her. Hermione cried out, her body clenching in release. Harry came just after she did, his cock pulsing inside her.

Hermione slumped forward, exhausted and sated. After a minute, she slid to one side and rested her head on Harry’s shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her.

Once she got her breath, her worry niggled its way back, itching up and down her spine. What did Harry want from her?

“We have to talk about this, Harry.” Hermione said finally.

Harry’s arm tightened around her, “no.” His voice was flat.

Hermoine gritted her teeth. They had to talk, whether he wanted to or not. “You in love with me, Potter?”

Harry snorted. “Madly.”

Hermione sighed and tried to figure out what to say. Harry kept showing up on her doorstep, acting like she could fix everything that was wrong and she couldn’t.

“Really,” Harry said, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Hermione jabbed him in the ribs. “Tough. I can’t be your girlfriend, Harry, and the way you’re acting, I’m not sure you realize that.”

Harry shook his head. “That’s okay. I don’t need you to be my girlfriend. I just need you to be you.”

Hermione bit her lip. She wanted answers, but pushing Harry didn’t always work. Sometimes, he dug his heels in and did exactly what you didn’t want him to. It was one of the reasons she believed he could defeat that Snake-faced bastard. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. After a while, she succeeded.
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