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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: Sorry no lemons or limes- maybe some limes next chapter.

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Chapter 6:

“Fuck!” Harry woke with a start. He looked to his right, where he knew he would find the small alarm clock on his bedside table. The hands of the clock read 10:23am going on 10:24am in about twenty seconds. The little display on the face of the clock read ‘15’ which indicated the date was the 15^th of February. It took him the twenty seconds to realize it was Sunday morning and that he had missed breakfast down at the Great Hall. It took another ten seconds for him to get his bearings before realizing what had startled him awake.

“Please please PLEASE don’t be a dream!” Harry chanted to himself. After having woken up to so many dreams all starring Hermione it seemed like he was finally losing sight of reality. He tried to recollect the previous night and yet, he could not seem to remember anything past Hermione’s confession and her sweet kisses. If he couldn’t remember anything after that, then could it mean that it was just a dream? If it was just a (torturous) dream then why could he not remember what had happened the day before? Was it still Saturday and the clock was just wrong? But the whole day had felt so real and maybe… it couldn’t be that he had bumped his head in front of the Hog’s Head could it…?

Everything was so confusing and nothing was making any sense to him. Harry knew the only way to clear everything up would be to ask Hermione… but…

Harry quickly shook his head of all thoughts before he decided to go meet Hermione. He quickly got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He took a quick shower before brushing his teeth. He ran back into his bedroom and put on a pair of khaki trousers over his light gray boxer briefs, a dark blue polo long sleeve shirt, and his wizarding robe. He looked himself over in the mirror and upon seeing the slightly too large clothes on his body (save the wizarding robe) he let out a small sigh. Knowing there was nothing he could do about the clothes (or his hair) he put on his socks and shoes and made his way out of his room and into the hallway.

Given the day and time (if it was indeed Sunday), Harry knew the best place to find Hermione would be in the library. He slowly made his way toward the library, going through different ways to broach the subject without offending Hermione. He didn’t want to embarrass himself and assume his ‘dream’ was real. He also didn’t want to anger Hermione by taking some liberties with her that would be allowed if he were in fact her boyfriend. But, after the kiss(es) they had shared last night, wouldn’t he be upsetting her by ignoring the fact that they had agreed to become a couple? Though she was not the type to readily accept public displays of affection, she was the type to overanalyze everything. Wouldn’t he be putting some kind of doubt in her mind by not acting couple-y? He was in a (self-induced) predicament that he truly did not seem to know how to get out of.

“Hello Harry,” a calm voice called out from behind him. He came to an abrupt stop and turned on his heel to find Luna Lovegood standing in the middle of the hallway with a mountain of books floating behind her.

“Hi Luna.” Harry greeted. “Er… what’s with all the books?” Harry asked.

“The Nargles had been particularly naughty this past Christmas and had misplaced all these books. I suspect it might have been because of the overuse of mistletoe this past Christmas. I’ve been helping Madame Pince locate all of the books using my Spectrespecs.” Luna explained in her usual dreamy and calm voice.

“Er… well let’s walk together, I was just on my way to the library to find Hermione.” Harry said before turning around to continue down the hall.

“I guess we could go that way, although, I’ve already made my way around the castle and was hoping to return these books to Madame Pince before going down to the Great Lake.” Luna said.

Harry turned back to face Luna, confused as to what she meant, when he finally realized where he was. Not only had he arrived at the library, but he had passed the doors by about thirty paces. It seemed he had been too immersed in his thoughts to have realized he had passed the library. “Er… right… let’s take the shorter way then.” Harry said as he turned around and back-tracked the thirty paces to the library.

Once they made their way inside the library, they parted ways as Harry went in search of Hermione at her ‘usual’ table.

Harry walked past row after row of books until he counted fifteen. He turned right and walked between the fifteenth and sixteenth row until he got to the end of the row. He then turned left to walk down three more rows before he finally made another right to walk between rows nineteen and twenty. He then made his way toward the far wall, where he knew Hermione to be.

The study table Hermione almost always used sat slightly to the left of a tall gothic window that allowed Hermione the use of the natural light that filtered in. However, the window was situated along the south wall of the castle and so it avoided any direct sunlight which in turn prevented any glares to hurt her eyes. More often than not, Hermione could be found in that exact spot (the seat closest to the window), her books strewn all across the table in neat and organized piles as she perused them for her respective essays.

Harry quietly approached the table and took a seat across from her. She was so concentrated in her school work that she failed to register Harry’s presence. Harry sat quietly just watching Hermione. He looked for hints or clues that might shed some light on the happenings of the previous day, but found nothing.

Hermione seemingly finished with an essay, placed her quill down on the table and proceeded to read over what she had written. When Hermione was satisfied with the contents, she laid it out to her far right on top of some Transfigurations texts to make sure the ink was sufficiently dried before she would put it away in her bag. Though the ink dried instantaneously due to magic, Hermione would always make sure to leave the parchments out for at least ten minutes before putting them away, lest they smudge and make her work illegible.

After making sure the parchment could not fly away- or otherwise move, Hermione stretched her arms up over her head. Mid-stretch, Hermione finally saw Harry and made a small un-Hermione-like ‘meep’ sound in surprise.

“Harry! When did you arrive?” Hermione asked quietly, just above a whisper.

“Not too long ago. I didn’t want to disturb you or make you lose your train of thought.” Harry whispered back. “I… I was wondering if you… if you’d… join me for… er… lunch?” Harry asked, mumbling every other word and stuttering the other half- making it nearly impossible for anyone to decipher what he had said.

Luckily, Hermione was quite proficient in ‘Harry’. Besides French, ‘Harry’ was the only other foreign language Hermione was confident she knew very well. “Honestly Harry, after yesterday I would think it would be a bit easier for you to ask me to lunch.” Hermione responded amusedly as she went back to completing another one of her essays. Having looked away, she failed to see the utterly confusing look Harry had on his face. “How are you feeling this morning? You were kind of out of it last night when we got back to the castle.” Hermione asked in concern but did not look up from her work.

When Harry failed to answer in a timely manner, Hermione looked up from her essay. She found Harry frozen in his seat with the most confusing look Hermione had ever seen on Harry’s face. The dominating emotion seemed to be confusion, then disbelief, Hermione couldn’t really read the last two or three emotions, but the blush that adorned his face seemed to hint that it was a shy embarrassment mixed with two others Hermione could not remember ever seeing on Harry’s face.

“Harry? Are you feeling unwell?” Hermione asked in concern. She stood up slightly from her seat and reached across the table. She placed her right hand over Harry’s forehead while the left hand went to her own forehead- trying to check his temperature. “It doesn’t feel like you have a fever.” Hermione said.

“Er… uh… Hermione… I…” Harry stuttered about. His face was flushed bright red in embarrassment.

“What’s wrong Harry?” Hermione asked, worry marring her features.

“Well… to be honest… I kind of thought yesterday was just a figment of my desire for us to be more than just friends. I… I couldn’t seem to remember anything passed the kissing in the Shrieking Shack… and well… let’s just say I’ve woken to dreams like that far too many times for me to…” Harry’s eyes widened at the verbal vomit coming out of his mouth. His face flushed once more with embarrassment and guilt. How could he be so foolish to confess to having dreams about her?

“Well… I guess that explains your odd behavior when we ran into Professor McGonagall.” Hermione said pensively. Her face was flushed and Harry couldn’t help but smile inwardly at Hermione’s evident evasion of the topic on his behalf.

“Wait… what? We ran into Professor McGonagall?” Harry asked in surprise.

Hermione’s eyes widened in surprise before she broke out in laughter. Upon realizing where she was, she quickly quieted herself down and continued to laugh quietly into her arms. “Yes we ran into Professor McGonagall and we got a right scolding for staying out so late!” Hermione spoke softly in between fits of quiet laughter. Harry could hardly believe it! Hermione was laughing about getting scolded by McGonagall!

Once Hermione’s laughter receded, she let out a deep breath. A wicked smile replaced her usual lovely smile and Harry couldn’t help but feel a foreboding dread come upon him (as well as a stirring in his loins). “I suppose it’s safe to assume that you don’t remember what you volunteered for- as a way to ‘make it up’?” Hermione asked mysteriously.

“Er…” Harry was rendered speechless at the look of impish glee on Hermione’s face. Surely the activity he had apparently volunteered for couldn’t be too bad? Harry could only pray to whatever magical deity that existed that he would be able to come out of it alive.

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“Hey guys.” Ginny greeted as she took a seat next to Hermione for lunch.

“Hi Ginny,” Hermione greeted back. “How was your date yesterday? Is Anthony still in Hogsmeade?” Hermione asked before she took a bite of her meal.

“No, he had to leave after our date was over. He’s still looking for a place to live in Diagon Alley, far away from his parents, and he had agreed to meet his solicitor today to look at some places.” Ginny replied as she began filling her plate with food. “How was your date with Harry yesterday?” Ginny asked with a smirk.

“How many times do I have to remind you that it wasn’t a date? It was just a day in which Harry and I were spending some much needed quality time. It was merely coincidental that it was on Valen…”

“The most romantic day of the year.” Ginny interjected. “Just tell me how it was.” Ginny rushed, a bit exasperated by Hermione’s continued denial. Ginny duly disregarded Hermione’s indignant face at being interrupted and ignored.

“It was… well…” Hermione began to blush.

“Oh you little vixen! You had a songfest with him didn’t you!?” Ginny exclaimed. “And here you are denying it was a date!”

“What?! How could you possibly know that from my response?” Hermione asked completely confounded at Ginny’s proclamation.

“Oh please. I know that face. That was the exact same face you made when you told me about Viktor AND Ickle Ronniekins.” Ginny teased. “How was it? Where did you do it? Are you two a couple now?” Ginny asked, her words flying out of her mouth a mile a minute.

Hermione began to blush at the thought of discussing the kiss with Harry’s ex. Hermione couldn’t help but recall her talk with Ginny two years previous when she had admitted to liking Ginny’s brother and the subsequent discussion they had about Hermione’s first kiss with Ron. That had been exceedingly uncomfortable- but this, this seemed to top the cake.

“Okay… I wasn’t going to ask, but what did you do to Harry? His constant groaning is starting to annoy me. It’s only been a day- and given you snogged him senseless yesterday I would think he would be flying over the moon- did you break him?” Ginny asked.

“Why is it automatically my fault?” Hermione asked- once again piqued at Ginny’s assumptions. “AND, I did not snog him senseless! We kissed and that was…-“

“No lies love- you know you can’t lie to anybody.” Ginny interrupted Hermione once more.

Hermione huffed before speaking. “Well, if you must know, Harry volunteered to help Professor McGonagall with something, but it seems he wasn’t quite there when he volunteered.” Hermione explained- using her right index finger to point to her head to further explain herself nonverbally.

Bang…bang…bang…

Both Hermione and Ginny turned their heads toward the banging noise. They both saw Harry continuously banging is head on the dining table. Every time Harry’s head came up, his forehead would flash a bright red color that worried Hermione.

“What did he volunteer for?” Ginny asked quietly, seemingly unperturbed by Harry’s odd behavior.

“He volunteered to help start the…” Harry began to groan loudly. Hermione began to whisper into Ginny’s ears, hoping that would placate Harry into not groaning.

Ginny’s eyes widened almost comically before she began to guffaw very loudly. Harry in turn began to groan even louder than before. Hermione, embarrassed by Harry and Ginny began to lower her head and cover her face with her hands.

“Oh that’s brilliant! I can’t believe you didn’t stop him!” Ginny exclaimed excitedly, all but shouting at Hermione. “I can’t believe you literally snogged him senseless and didn’t have the decency to stop him from making life threatening decisions!” Ginny’s voice only got exponentially louder as she spoke. Hermione made a move to quiet Ginny by trying to cover Ginny’s mouth with her hands, only to have her hands swatted way by Ginny’s hands. Their altercation was interrupted by a particularly loud bang and groan from Harry. “I think I can speak for everyone when I say that it is your fault Harry is in such a predicament.” Ginny finished with another loud laugh and a final swat to Hermione’s hands.

“For the last time I didn’t snog him senseless! And how can all the blame go to me?! I figured it was his ‘moral fiber’ acting up again.” Hermione answered trying to keep her face straight. “Who am I to stop him from being a good guy?” Hermione said as she finally released a bout of giggles into her hand- it seemed her mortification at having the whole school know she and Harry snogged last night was easily distracted by Harry’s predicament. She had to admit that the situation was pretty funny.

“Harry, it can’t be that bad. You have experience with it and I’m sure Hermione will help you- especially because it’s her fault.” Ginny said matter-of-factly, as she reached across the table to pat Harry on his head. Harry seemed to perk up at the mention that Hermione would help- at least the groaning had stopped.

“I couldn’t possibly find the time to…” Hermione stopped when Ginny gave her a look.

“I have NEWTs…” Again Hermione was stopped short.

“Fine, but if I fail any of my subjects, be ready because I will kill you Ginevra Weasley.” Hermione huffed out, glaring at Ginny all the while.

Harry finally stopped banging his head against the dining table, but kept his head lying on its surface. Ginny looked all too smug for Hermione’s liking. Hermione couldn’t help but wonder what she was getting herself into. She rued the day she had met a Weasley- Ginny in particular.

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Harry sighed for what felt like the millionth time that day as he made his way back to his chambers. He knew duty called for him to look into the Gryffindor common rooms, but he was just not feeling up to it that night. He had just had an excruciatingly long discussion with Professor McGonagall about that thing he had volunteered for. His body involuntarily shuddered at the mere thought of what was to come.

Though, all things aside, he was pretty keen on the idea of spending more time with Hermione. She too had to attend the meeting, and though he felt a bit guilty in taking away from her study time, his excitement in having a legitimate excuse to be with her far outweighed any doubts in his mind. He also knew for a fact that Hermione was actually ahead of schedule on her school work. It seemed not having crazy, power hungry wizards making death threats every other day left Hermione with more free time than she was ever used to. It left her wanting for more assignments- just to keep herself occupied.

Harry sighed once more as he rounded the corner. He was glad the day was almost over. He couldn’t wait to get to bed. Given though it was only 8:30 in the evening AND he had had a late start in the morning, he was beginning to question his stamina and his health. Furthermore, it had been his and Hermione’s official first day together and yet he was neither a kiss richer nor a hug wealthier than he had been that morning. Truthfully, the day was really spent like any other day- well worse actually because even before Valentine’s Day Harry had been quite bold in showering Hermione with hugs and kisses. To say he was sorely disappointed would have been quite the understatement.

Just as Harry was about to say the password to enter his chambers he saw a brief flash of red before he turned on his heels- wand at the ready.

“Calm down Harry, it’s just me.” Ginny said- leaving her hiding place in the alcove about ten paces from Harry. She had her hands up in front of her to show that she was unarmed and not a threat. “And before you ask, you actually like Puddlemere United but you pretend to like the Chudley Cannons because you’re afraid that the Weasel King will cry if he ever found out.” Ginny added.

“That’s not… oh never mind… I’m too tired to argue with you.” Harry half sighed his response as he turned back to his portrait. “Snuffles” Harry said to the portrait in order to make it open. He walked in not even bothering to officially invite Ginny in- knowing full well that she would somehow force her way in even if he were to lock her out.

“Would you like something to drink? I have some tea or Butterbeer.” Harry offered not bothering to look at Ginny as he made his way toward his small kitchenette.

“Harry, we need to talk.” Harry turned around abruptly- everything forgotten due to the gravity of Ginny’s tone.

“I… I don’t really know where I’m supposed to start in order to explain…”

“I know we never really discussed things, but I wanted to thank you and I’m not sure what the right modus operandi is for this kind of thing but I feel as if I should apolo…”

“Harry. You’re misunderstanding me. I’m glad the both of you are happy.” Ginny said honestly. She took a seat on a stool that was placed in front of the kitchenette counter. She patted the stool next to her indicating she wanted Harry to take a seat also.

“I… I’m here because I think I should warn you. There are a lot of jealous people out there. There are some who are jealous of Hermione- mostly Slytherin and a handful of Ravenclaw girls- who are claiming she used a love potion on you.” Ginny explained. Harry could feel his face begin to warm as anger and indignation on Hermione’s behalf began to bubble to the surface.

“Harry, calm down. Like I said there are only a handful of people who think that. I wouldn’t worry about Hermione. No, the real problem is that there are more rumors surrounding you. There are a lot of kids questioning how you managed to ‘catch’ Hermione. Some say you used your status as the ‘Chosen One’ and Professor of DADA to trap Hermione into dating you. Others swear you used a love potion to make Hermione fall in love with you. There are even supposed witnesses who claim to have seen you numerous times with roses and the belladonna flowers- both ingredients to that blasted potion.” Ginny said.

“I gave those flowers to Hermione as a way to…”

“Well of course I know that. But I’m sorry to say that’s not going to prove anything to the hoards of people who are out to besmirch your name. I just can’t figure out who is spreading these rumors- just two days ago there were a whole bunch of people supporting the two of you but now…”

“You’d think eight years of friendship with Hermione and saving the Wizarding World from a psycho like Voldemort would give me the benefit of the doubt.” Harry scoffed.

“They are… they… most of these kids weren’t there… they… it’s all a myth and to them… All they know is what the Daily Prophet has been feeding them. You’re a celebrity in their eyes. No one cares about the truth, all they care about is what the next big gossip topic it.” Ginny tried to rationalize.

“I just… I just had hoped that after yesterday with Hermione finally telling me she also has feelings for me… that things would be easier…” Harry said with defeat. Was he really in the wrong? Was it wrong of him to have been hopeful after everything he had been through, after the past couple of years of living for others, to maybe finally… finally be able to do something for himself?

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Author’s Note: I know I suck… I’m so incredibly sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. I know I have been promising faster chapters, but it seems my muse has gone AWOL and all that’s he/she left is writer’s block. I’m half tempted to just end it here or the next chapter, but alas my outlines and the years I’ve put into planning the story won’t allow for it.

This chapter wasn’t very exciting (or long), but it was a necessary evil. Hopefully people like the way the story is turning out. I’m still building… sad I know… it’s already on the 6^th chapter and I’m still building… ugh… I was hoping to make this ten chapters but that’s so NOT going to happen. Hopefully everyone sticks around until the end.

Anywho~ any guesses for what Harry has volunteered for? A right guess earns the person a virtual cookie ^^
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