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Back to School	By : aneener8d Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 118401 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Summary: Hermione is back at Hogwarts to complete her education as an Eighth Year. But wait… is that Harry Potter?… as the new DADA Professor?! What’s Harry to do when all he can dream/think about is giving Hermione detention and seeing her in her school uniform... or more specifically without her school uniform?

Author’s Note: Thanks everyone who reviewed and follow-ed/favorited the story!

Sorry about the late update… It’s been… a rough couple of weeks… to say the least…

I also wanted to apologize if my time skips have been too choppy and disrupting the reading. I had my reasons, but I don’t want to sit here and make excuses… I’m trying (trying being the operative word) to make everything run a bit more smoothly (but I have never really been good with that- one of the many reasons I do more one-shots). I’m hoping this chapter is a bit better, though I make no promises … I’ve been trying to get this chapter up for so long that I might be a bit rushed in some parts. … sorry…

A smidgen of limes but no lemons. M mostly for language.

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Chapter 3:

It was a dark and frosty winter’s night. Every sane resident of the Hogwarts Castle had long retreated to their respective rooms or common rooms in search of warmth and refuge from the bitter cold. The whole of the school seemed to have been abandoned and was eerily silent, save for the light scratching that could be heard from the Restricted Section of the Library.

There sat a boy, nay a man, studiously jotting down some notes with his quill and parchment, as he perused a particularly heavy tomb on the uses of protective spells such as the Salvio Hexia or Cave Inimicum. So immersed in his work, he failed to notice the entrance of a certain bushy-haired brunette.

“Harry? Are you here?” A voice called out from behind him. Harry turned his head around to immediately regret doing so. Hermione stood behind him dressed in her school uniform sans her school robes. However, there was something definitely off about her uniform.

The first thing he noticed was that the shirt and sweater vest seemed two sizes too tight. The top three buttons of the shirt were open, showing off her cleavage; while the ‘v’ of the sweater vest seemed to dip a lot lower than was normal. He then noticed her tie hung loosely around her neck, above the vest, as his eyes traveled down its length to Hermione’s skirt. His eyes nearly bulged out of his face observing the length- or more specifically, the absence of length of her skirt.

The hem of Hermione’s skirt tantalizingly brushed against her upper thighs every step she took as she approached Harry. His eyes moved further down taking in the smooth and soft looking skin until they landed on the black heels Hermione was wearing. He was a typical male and knew nothing about women’s shoes, but he did know that the heels she was wearing were high as hell and made her legs look all the more alluring. Each step she took was accentuated by the clicking of her heels against the stone floors.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Hermione said. Was he imagining it or had she said that in a sultry voice? “I thought you and I could have a bit of fun.” Hermione continued coming to a halt and leaving about two to three meters of space between them.

Harry visibly gulped as he registered that she was in fact speaking in a sultry tone. “I…” Harry barely managed to say before his voice cracked. He cleared his throat with a cough before trying again. “Wh… what… what ki...kind of fun?” Harry managed, stuttering in nervousness. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was so nervous, but the way Hermione was looking at him seemed to warn him to be on the alert. He silently thanked Merlin for the distance between them, not even wanting to think about what kind of mess he would be if she came any closer.

“Well…” Hermione began- taking a moment’s pause as she took the right side of her bottom lips between her teeth- as if to indicate she was thinking. All Harry seemed to register was that her lips had never looked more appealing than in that moment- wishing it was his teeth that had a hold of her plush, luscious lips.

“I… I’m sorry…but I… I have to prepare for classes and I really need to work…” Harry rambled, interrupting the pregnant pause in hopes to quash any inappropriate suggestions Hermione might make. It wasn’t that her advances were unwelcomed (Merlin were they ever welcomed!), it was more the fact that he felt an uncomfortable pull at his heart when he saw Hermione dolled up in such a way. He wanted Hermione- just Hermione, she didn’t need to do anything and he would do everything she asked without a second’s pause.

He turned back to his work and pretended to not be affected by Hermione’s appearance. Though he preferred her in the long uniform skirt, he had to admit the exposure of her creamy thighs was tempting just the same. He resumed (or at least pretended to resume) his note taking as he locked his eyes on the text and parchment in front of him.

“Oh so tense and serious” Hermione whispered into his ear, teasingly. Harry gasped audibly as he felt her warm breath against the shell of his ear. He hadn’t even realized that she had closed the gap between them. Hermione placed her delicate hands on his shoulder and began to loosen the knots found there. Harry inwardly groaned at the contact and closed his eyes briefly to compose himself.

Hermione’s hands continued to relieve the tension in Harry’s shoulders as she pressed herself closer to Harry- keeping her face next to his. Harry’s mind began to blur as the pleasure of Hermione’s ministrations and closeness took a hold of him. He could smell Hermione’s unique scent wrap around him adding to the affect. Slowly he lost himself in Hermione- Defensive Spells long forgotten in his haze.

Hermione’s warm hands disappeared from Harry’s shoulders abruptly and Harry couldn’t help but feel a slight chill go down his spine at the loss of contact. His mind, still in a fog, did not hear Hermione utter a spell until he felt his chair slide back, half a meter or so, out of its place. His head quickly swiveled around in search of Hermione only to find the space behind him vacant. He was about to stand up to investigate further when he felt a warm weight land gently on his lap. His head spun back forward in surprise to find Hermione sitting on his lap. Her knees were bent on either side of him with her calf situated parallel to his thighs. Her delectable arse was perched gently on his knees as she took her arms and locked them around Harry’s neck.

“Hermione…?” Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper, mystified by Hermione’s actions.

“Yes, Harry.” Hermione answered back, leaning her body closer to Harry.

“Er…” Harry managed before his lips were covered by Hermione’s lips. The kiss started off slow and hesitant; Harry too surprised by his good fortune to respond properly. Soon enough, Harry’s lips began to grow hungry for more contact and he deepened the kiss. All thoughts of his earlier uncertainty be damned! He flicked his tongue out and swiped it along Hermione’s bottom lip- begging for admission. Hermione immediately parted her lips, granting him access. Harry’s tongue darted out and drove into Hermione’s mouth- reveling in the sweet taste of Hermione.

Hermione began to pull away from the kiss, but Harry’s lips subconsciously followed her in order to prolong the connection. Once his lips found only air, his eyes opened slowly to find Hermione with a contemplative look on her face.

“Hermione…? What’s wrong?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know. It’s just… I don’t know how to describe it, but when I kiss you, I feel nothing. It’s like… like… kissing you… is like… how I imagine kissing a brother would feel… It’s worse than when I was with Ron. I’m sorry Harry… this… this isn’t going to work.” Hermione said as she removed herself from Harry’s lap before he had a chance to protest. She was slipping out of his grasp- both figuratively and literally. Harry sat immobile as he tried to make sense of Hermione’s words.

Once he came to, he jumped out of his chair to chase after Hermione. He made his way out of the Restricted Section and rounded the corner to where he knew he would find the front desk. He came to an abrupt halt at the terrifying sight before him. Hermione was wrapped in an embrace with Nigel Wolpert, and worse still was that their lips were locked in a passionate kiss.

There was a sudden strangled cry that echoed through the library- mingling with the voluminous stacks of books. Harry only vaguely realized he had made the noise once he saw Hermione and Nigel jump apart in surprise.

Hermione’s head turned toward where Harry stood, with a look of guilt marring her face.

“I… I… don’t…” Harry barely managed to stutter out. His mind was still trying to wraps itself around the fact that not two minutes ago Hermione had been in his arms…

“I’m sorry Harry, but I realize now… my love for you is purely platonic and familial. I could never love you like how I love Nigel…”

Harry felt, more than heard, himself scream.

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“Fuck!” Harry thought as he sat up in his bed. He shook his head vigorously in an attempt to rid his mind of the images his dream- no his nightmare had implanted into his head.

It had been a week since New Years. A week since that fateful night- a week since he heard Hermione compare him to Ron- to a brother. The nightmares began shortly thereafter. It always started off like any other dream- with Hermione in his arms kissing him, loving him. However, the ending had taken a new twist with her telling him she didn’t love him in that way and running off into the arms of some wanker (usually Nigel).

He knew in his mind that he should not be surprised, not a year ago he himself had likened Hermione to a sister to Ron. But… that had been different… he had been lying at the time- trying to protect his friendship (and sanity). Not to mention the fact that he knew Hermione and Ron fancied each other and did not want to get in between them. Admittedly, he had felt like he was the third wheel and had tried to avoid hindering Hermione’s happiness at the time.

Though his mind knew and sort of understood; his heart was a different story all together. His heart ached every time he looked at Hermione- feeling a resignation that maybe his love was never supposed to be fulfilled. Though he had a sort of determination to win Hermione’s heart, the prospect of doing so seemed to dwindle with every passing day. Slowly, gradually Harry felt himself floundering- unable to keep himself afloat, unable to express himself to Hermione.

The Holidays were over and classes had resumed- much to the consternation of the students (and professors). Harry, on the other hand, welcomed the work with gusto as he lost himself in the useless distraction in an attempt to placate his broken heart. Though he did not go out of his way to avoid Hermione (and despite their talk at Godric’s Hollow on Christmas Eve) he made sure that they did not spend more time than was absolutely necessary- to avoid suspicion. He knew he would not be able to go a day without seeing Hermione, but being close to her with the knowledge that she saw him as only a brother was a torture he could not possibly submit to for long periods of time.

He sighed heavily as he moved to get ready for the day. Though it was still early in the morning, he knew he would not be able to get any more rest. He rubbed his hands over his face before placing his glasses on, making his way to the bathroom. He had to admit that the one good thing about these nightmares was that he no longer had to deal with the embarrassment of a morning stiffy.

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Classes were finally done and Harry gave out a long sigh. It had been a rough day, and it didn’t help that he wasn’t getting enough sleep due to the nightmares plaguing his mind whenever he closed his eyes. Just thinking about the dream he had that morning was enough to get him depressed. Though the dreams had been reoccurring for the past week, the most recent dream seemed to have shaken him a bit more than the rest. Just the things she had said had hit a bit too close to the heart and the dull ache he felt every time he thought of it made him sigh once more.

Determined to forget the nightmare, he made his way toward the lavatories. He wanted to wash his face with cold water to wake himself up a bit. He still had to patrol the halls that night and he didn’t think drinking a fourth cup of coffee would be advisable. Just as he was about make his way into the loo, he heard, what could only be described as, a menacing voice.

“Hey Wolpert- how did a git like you manage to get someone like Granger.” Harry heard the voice say.

“What’s it to you?” A voice answered back. Harry recognized the voice as Nigel’s voice, except there was something off about it. It took Harry a moment to realize but it was because Nigel was not stuttering in nervousness- like he was prone to in front of Hermione or even in class.

“Well we were just wondering how a bastard like you could ever convince someone like Hermione Granger to go out with you. What’d you do? Slip her a love potion?” A second voice that did not belong to Nigel or the first voice that Harry had heard, spoke up. Harry noted it sounded a bit whiny but just as menacing as the first.

“I don’t need to use a potion on Granger. You just have to know what cards to play.” Nigel’s voice said with a haughty air. “Stutter a bit, talk about boring books and House-Elves. She likes to help people so you give her a reason to help you and it’s only a matter of time before she responds positively.

“You are a true arse. I can’t believe she’d fall for that. I think you should be careful- if Potter hears about…” The first voice replied.

“As if I care what Potter thinks.” Nigel interrupted. “He can go bugger himself for all I care. He’s got nothing on me. Besides, after Valentine’s Day, Potter will have no say in what I do with Hermione. Let’s just say I’ve got the Room of Requirement reserved for that night.” He finished. Harry could only imagine the sneer on the git’s face.

“I don’t know… Granger fought alongside Potter against You-Know-Who and I don’t think she’ll give…” The second voice sounded weary about Nigel’s plan.

“No worries there. I have a plan. She might not be agreeable at first- but you’ve seen her lewd body. There’s no way she’s a virgin. I bet just a little nudge and she’d be on her knees begging for my cock… ”

Harry couldn’t even describe the emotion coursing through his body. It was far more than mere anger or frustration. It was a rage fueled by jealousy and possessive protectiveness for Hermione that consumed his whole being.

In what felt like less than a second, Harry had made his way in front of Nigel and shoved the fucker against the stone walls, hard. Harry could see a flash of fear pass over Nigel’s face before he attempted to look as aloof as possible.

“What do you want Potter?”

“That’s Professor Potter to you, you little piece of shit.” Harry grinded out through clenched teeth. “100 points from Gryffindor for inappropriate behavior.” Harry gnashed, jaws locked in place as he attempted to control his temper. “You will also be serving two weeks of detention with Mr. Filch.” Harry finished speaking by roughly shoving Nigel against the stone walls once more.

Harry slowly turned around as if to walk away but came to an abrupt halt after a few steps. He quickly swiveled back around and using that momentum, he swung at Nigel’s face with a hardened fist. “That’s from Harry fucking Potter and it’ll do you good to remember who I am.” Harry said, a darkness overtaking his features. “If I see you speak to Hermione or even look at her ever again you can be sure you’ll get another visit from me.” Harry finished. He glared at the two boys Nigel had been talking to. “Take this poor excuse of a human to the infirmary.” Harry let out and briskly walked away.

Fuck he thought as he navigated through the halls of Hogwarts. He found himself in front of the gargoyle and sighed the password out. Once the stairway revealed itself, he climbed up all the while trying to delicately explain the situation to McGonagall. He just hoped he would be able to hide this whole ordeal from Hermione as long as possible.

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“Hello Harry.” A rigid voice called from the doorway of Harry’s office. He had been grading first-year essays on the use of the wand lighting charm when he looked up to see Hermione. Her stance was stiff as if she were holding back her anger. Harry was not sure what he could have possibly done to warrant such a reaction, but he made sure to tread lightly just in case her anger was in fact directed towards him.

“Er… Hi Hermione.” Harry replied courteously. “Can I help you with something?” He asked in the most amiable voice he could muster in lieu of his nervousness.

“You know I heard the funniest thing today.” Hermione said with a mirthless chuckle. “Ginny and Luna are both under the impression that Nigel Wolpert stopped talking to me because you threatened him.” Hermione finished with a glare.

Harry winced at the declaration but remained quiet. He had hoped Hermione did not notice the stiffening of his body, but she wouldn’t have been Hermione otherwise. When Harry dared to look Hermione in the eye, he saw her glare and winced once more. Was he an idiot? How had he forgotten that not a week ago he had threatened the little snit for his vulgar comments pertaining to Hermione. He knew he should have expected as much, but after a week of nothing happening, Harry had simply forgotten.

“Harry. James. Potter. What. Did. You. Do?!” Hermione’s words were harsh and each word was enunciated to drive her point through.

“I may have… er… spoken to Wolpert… about… this and that…” Harry said vaguely.

Hermione’s eyes widened at Harry’s confession. “So it’s TRUE?! How could you?! Why would you…?! You had no right to do such a thing! I might have expected this kind of behavior from Ron, but not you.” Hermione grounded out.

“He’s a right git and he should be thankful I ended it where I did! After the things he said- the things I heard him say about you, I was surprised I didn’t just kill him on the spot!” Harry shouted back with resolve.

“I don’t know what it is with you boys and having this idea that I need protection…”

“I know that you can protect yourself! You think I don’t know what you’re capable of?! After everything we’ve been through you don’t think I know that you can bloody well handle yourself?! I didn’t threaten him because I doubt whether you can protect yourself! I did it because I was jealous! You're MY friend, MY Hermione, MINE!”

In a blink of an eye Harry had made his way to Hermione and shut up any protests she may have by placing his lips over hers. It was a chaste kiss but held a lot of passion nonetheless. Hermione stood there shocked into immobility- not able to process the words Harry had just shouted at her.

Just as abruptly Harry moved away and all Hermione could register in her mind was that Harry had the goofiest smile on his face. Where had her anger gone? She should be angry at what Harry had just declared, not to mention his actions. And yet she couldn’t find it in her to be angry with Harry.

"I'll make you see! I'm not just a friend, not anymore!" Harry shouted out as he made his escape with a huge smile plastered on his face.

Hermione, still slightly peeved stood there watching Harry go. In all honesty she didn't know what to think. The only thoughts that came to mind was that she was happy that he was finally living for himself... Finally doing something he wanted to do. Hermione couldn't help but smile at that.

AN: What do you think? Do you love it? Hate it? Gar… I’ve had this scene playing in my head for the past three years and I don’t know if I portrayed/wrote it as well as it should have come out(?... am I even making sense to anyone?)

I think Harry seemed a bit OOC in this chapter… a bit TOO overdramatic. But I think this is how I imagine Harry to be without threats of death looming over his head at all times- a bit more teen angst rather than just angst (though I don’t really know if I got it right… I’m not a teen and as far as I know I never had any teen angst…). Harry has always been rather impulsive and hence his crazy actions.

In regards to the way Hermione is oblivious to male attention:

The way I imagine Hermione is that, because her appearance has been made fun of on numerous accounts, she has a small amount of doubt when people call her pretty or beautiful. I imagine her not to fully believe it when people compliment her appearance. The reason being, she thinks the only reason her friends/family say she is pretty and whatnot is because they are her friends/familly and so they have a sort of rose-colored glasses thing going. She doesn’t doubt that they believe what they say, but due to a small amount of insecurity (because ALL girls are insecure about their looks- no matter if they don’t care how people see them or how many times they are complimented on how ‘hot’ they are) she doesn’t think their views are objective enough. So, now that boys are showing her interest, she can’t help but feel suspicious to their attention. I imagine her to try to logically figure out why they would all of a sudden be interested ranging from fame, help with schoolwork, becoming friends with Harry- least of all being because they enjoy her company.

Anywho~ sorry for the long rant at the end. I guess I just wanted to convey a bit on how I view Harry and Hermione. Hopefully the next chapter won’t take too long to write out.
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