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Back to School	By : aneener8d Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 118405 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Back to School
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.
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: Sadly no lemons… but there are some limes.
I’m terribly sorry for all the delay!
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Chapter 7:
“I have a few announcements before dinner commences.” A loud voice swept over the Great Hall- effectively silencing any and all noises inside the grand room.
“First and foremost, I have been informed of instances of students being found in the Forbidden Forest- taking part in illicit behaviors. Be forewarned that any students found in the Forbidden Forest, at any time, unsupervised, will face a month’s worth of detention as well as a deduction of 100 house points. With that said, I hope that all students will think before venturing into the Forbidden Forest. Though it may seem peaceful right now, there are still unknown dangers that can be found in the Forest.
“Now, onto more congenial news. I have spoken to Professor Potter and we have come to a decision to resume the Dueling Club for students who are in their sixth or seventh year at Hogwarts. Miss Granger has also volunteered her time and efforts to help with this endeavor. After last year, Professor Potter and I would have liked it if all students were able to participate. However, due to the lack of available supervisors at this time, we have decided to limit the club to the older students.
“The club will meet once a week on Thursdays after dinner. All Sixth and Seventh Year students are welcome to join; however students are required to sign up at your respective houses so that Professor Potter and Miss Granger can plan for the first meeting accordingly. With that said, I will not interrupt your dinner any longer.” With a slight nod of her head, the Headmistress stepped down from the podium and returned to her seat.
The chatter inside the Great Hall resumed as the evening announcements ended. The students partaking in that evening’s dinner recommenced their respective discussions- with the addition of a new topic: the Dueling Club.
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Harry was startled awake at the sound of knocking at his door. He hadn’t even realized he had fallen asleep. He got up from his place in bed (though he couldn’t quite recall how he got there) and made his way toward the door. He was expecting Hermione to discuss any final concerns about the Dueling Club, but he had figured she would let herself in because she knew his password. The thought that the first meeting for the Dueling Club was the next evening put Harry in a nauseous state. He still couldn’t believe he had volunteered for such a venture.
He opened the door to find a slightly frazzled Hermione. He faintly felt an increase of his heart rate at the sight before him. Hermione’s school robe was open showing her slightly disheveled uniform. Her school pack haphazardly hung off her right shoulder bulging due to the amount of books stuffed inside. Her hair was falling out here and there from the wonky knot that Hermione put her hair into using her wand. It looked like she had been in a rush as she stood in front of Harry’s door barely managing the stack of books and parchment in her arms. It also seemed she had temporarily forgotten that she was a witch, given the fact that she was currently carrying the stack of books and parchment, rather than having it float behind her using magic.
“Er…” Harry seemed to be at a loss of what to do. His brain seemed to have short-circuited and had declared a war on him. At that precise moment, his brain seemed to deem it absolutely necessary that he remember the countless dreams that had all started out in a similar fashion. He could feel his nether regions twitch to life, which he duly tried to ignore as he helped Hermione inside. He took the stack from Hermione’s arms and directed her toward the coffee table near the fireplace.
“Sorry I’m so late.” Hermione started with a huff- foregoing any and all greetings and salutations. “I was working on something and I lost track of time. I also had to stop by and meet Professor McGonagall on the way to get the list of students who are interested in the Dueling Club. It’s the rolled up parchment on top.” Hermione said as she took a seat in front of the fireplace. “There are a total of thirty-seven students who are interested in the club, which is a bit more than we had anticipated... We should probably decide on how to divide the students into groups.” Hermione rattled on about the Dueling club as she began to look for something in her pack.
Harry took a seat next to Hermione and tried to pay attention to everything Hermione was saying. However, all Harry could seem to focus on was the perfectly plump lips that kept moving- seemingly calling out to him. Harry inconspicuously shook his head. He could feel himself harden at the sight of Hermione as she shed her school robes- no longer cold sitting in front of a fire. He cursed himself as he tried to take control of his body, but it seemed like an impossibility when everything Hermione did looked so temptingly like seduction.
“Professor McGonagall was kind enough to give me some information about each student that has signed up. The list has their names but also their end of year marks as well as some general concerns they had expressed to their head of house during their fifth year career meeting ... Harry, are you even paying attention?” Hermione asked, slightly exasperated by Harry’s oddly dazed look.
“Er... yeah... students in groups of Gryffindor...” Harry mumbled out- still in his daze, taking note of how cute Hermione looked when she was about to scold him.
“Harry! Why are you… What’s... mphf!”
Harry felt Hermione’s soft lips against his own. At first they were stiff and unyielding, but soon enough they became quite compliant as they fought against his own. He swept his tongue against Hermione’s lips trying to make its way inside. As their kiss deepened, Harry pulled Hermione’s body closer. He wanted to feel her soft supple body against his hard one.
He kept pulling her until she was finally situated on his lap. He felt his semi-hard cock twitch once more in the confines of the clothes covering him. When he felt Hermione’s leg rub against his crotch, he couldn’t help but moan into Hermione’s mouth. He wished he could just magick away all of the clothes and finally be able to feel Hermione’s soft skin against himself without any barriers. But, he knew somewhere in the dark recesses of his sex addled mind, that that would be moving too fast.
Harry pulled away slightly at the lack of air but kept Hermione close as he placed baby kisses all along her face and neck. He hazily registered that Hermione was responding to him quite enthusiastically. She pulled at his hair and guided his lips back to her own as she proceeded to deepen the kiss. Harry opened his mouth, welcoming the feel of Hermione’s tongue against his own.
His adventurous hands, which were resting on Hermione’s hip after he had pulled her close, made their way up and down Hermione’s body- trying to outline each and every curve. His left hand felt the heavy weight of Hermione’s right breast and he gave it a light squeeze. He cursed the invention of all brassieres, as well as sweater vests, as he couldn’t quite get the feel of her nipple through the layers of cloth.
While his left hand fought a losing battle against cotton and wool, his right hand went in search of bare skin. His right hand traveled down past her hips until finally he felt the pleated wool skirt. Slowly, so as not to startle Hermione, his hands crept lower and lower in hopes to finally feel the texture of silky smooth skin. To his utter disappointment, instead of skin, he came upon Hermione’s knee socks. Frustrated at the turn of events, his right hand slowly made its way back up- pushing Hermione’s skirt up and out of his way. He moaned at the feel of the warm soft skin under his fingertips. His left hand gave up trying to feel out her nipples and joined its brother in feeling the soft skin of Hermione’s thigh.
His hands came upon Hermione’s fleshy arse and he couldn’t help but give it a light squeeze. Hermione startled by the action, involuntarily squirmed on Harry’s lap and let out an audible gasp. Harry moaned once more at the feel of Hermione rubbing against his hard shaft before realizing he was moving too fast. Hermione’s gasp seemed to have woken him up and his hands detached from Hermione’s arse as if it had caught on fire.
He wanted to reassure Hermione that he wasn’t necessarily in any kind of rush to do it with her (though he’d be totally fine with doing it if she was). However, too afraid of what expression he would see on Hermione’s face, he kept his eyes shut tightly and his head down in a show of guilt. He could feel his erection soften slightly at the idea that he might have hurt or scared Hermione.
His eyes flew open in surprise and pleasure when he felt Hermione squirm on his lap once more. He couldn’t hold in his groan at the utter pleasure he felt by Hermione’s actions. Harry wasn’t too sure, due to the blasted layers of fabric between them, but he was almost positive that she had rubbed her center against his erection. He studied Hermione’s face- she had a look of concentration and confusion at the new sensation, but even Harry’s muddled mind could decipher that she too was feeling pleasure.
Harry’s right hand pulled Hermione’s head forward so that he could kiss her again. The kiss was tentative and sweet, but quickly turned passionate. Hermione was overwhelming Harry’s senses; he couldn’t help but get drunk on the feel and taste of her. He lost himself to his senses and the sheer carnality of having Hermione so close.
Harry wasn’t sure what to make of the situation. He was incredibly turned on. If he could string two thoughts together, he would have recognized the oncoming warning signs that he was close… too close. With a shudder and an exaggerated pant, Harry was gone.
Harry’s eyes opened wide in horror. He could feel the sticky liquid squishing about in his underpants. He was just glad that there was no visible wet spot- yet. Harry noticed that Hermione had stopped moving and had a look of concern on her face. He knew his face was probably flushed due to their activities, but he felt it heat up further in embarrassment.
“Er…I…let me go change…” Harry said just above a whisper- too embarrassed to look directly at Hermione. He quickly transferred Hermione from his lap to her original spot on the floor and made his way into his bathroom, stopping only to grab a pair of pants (and underwear) from his drawer.
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When Harry returned to the main room, he tried to act as normal as possible. Thankfully, Hermione, who seemed to have caught on quite quickly, also acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
“Would you like some tea?” Harry asked. He busied himself in his small kitchenette, trying to ignore the beautifully flushed face sitting in front of his fireplace.
“Yeah, thanks.” Hermione replied, her head looking down at the parchment in front of her.
Harry heard Hermione take a deep breath before she began to speak again. Though it was quite stupid, he felt his manly pride swell at the idea that Hermione had also been affected by their little triste. “Well… umm… I think we should try to divide up the students by their respective sizes and… uh… by how well they had performed on their exams,” Hermione said.
“Er… yeah… You said there were… er… how many students?” Harry silently berated himself for not paying attention to Hermione earlier.
“Thirty-seven, which means I’ll probably have to pair up with one of the remaining students.” Hermione answered. “That is, unless I can manage to get Ginny or Luna to come and help,” she added.
“Oh they’re not signed up?” Harry asked in surprise. He had actually assumed most of the students participating would be old DA members. “How many of the students were not part of the DA?” Harry asked.
“Twenty-nine of them. The actual number of students participating was at twenty-nine, but Professor McGonagall informed me that all of the students interested were students no longer taking Defense. They either didn’t qualify due to their OWL score or they had no interest in the subject and had forgone taking anymore classes. I figured you would feel more comfortable if you saw some familiar faces, so I recruited eight DA members. I was hoping to get Ginny or Luna to help, but I don't know if that'll work out." Hermione said pensively.
“I suppose we could just group them into threes and have one of the DA members act as group leader. It would probably help so that they can practice amongst themselves on our off days." Harry pondered out loud.
"I was afraid we might have to take that route. I was hoping to keep one or both of us available so that we could keep a better watch on all of the students, rather than be preoccupied with the progress of our own group- or something of that nature.” Hermiione worried.
"It’ll be okay. I’m sure in a week or two we could bump up one or two of the new members as a group leader," Harry said, “that’s how we did it in the DA too, and it had worked perfectly fine- and not to mention I wasn’t a Hogwart’s Professor at the time.” Harry added. Harry’s smile turned mischievous as he continued, "I, as the Great Harry Potter, will offer to take on the 'delinquents', so to speak- the ones that need a bit more help- I'm sure they wouldn't object to the All Powerful Harry Potter as their group leader," Harry joked as his tone turned haughty and he puffed up his chest and placed both his hands on his hips.
Hermione gave him a mock look of disgust before she gave into Harry's smile and responded in kind. "Oh, of course! I'm sure we can find some twittering girls who would absolutely just die from excitement at the thought of being partnered up with you!" Hermione said. She let loose a loud guffaw at Harry's look of horror.
Harry smiled as he noticed that all of the tension and awkwardness from earlier had eased away as they relaxed into the conversation. He silently thanked all of the bad luck he had had up until this very moment- because surely, the happiness he was feeling now was life’s way of making up for a lot of the bad things that had happened to him.
They spent the next couple of hours planning and grouping the students based on the information Professor McGonagall had provided to them.
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"Er, Hello everyone. As you all know, I’m Har... Professor Potter and next to me is Miss Hermione Granger.”Harry started awkwardly. “We will be the acting supervisors of this club, and we hope that with time you all will feel comfortable with us to ask any questions or advice on how to defend yourselves if the situation ever calls for it."
Harry's train of thought was interrupted by a rude snort from the right side of the room- which he duly ignored. "For the most part I am planning on going over basic spells and charms that have proved quite useful during my year off from Hogwarts." Here another rude scoffing noise could be heard from the general direction of the first. Harry chose to ignore the sound once more- hoping whoever it was would just leave rather than waste everyone's time.
"I'm sorry if you guys were expecting some new and difficult spells, but really when you are faced with death, the things that come to mind aren't the complex spells that have a 30% chance of going off without a hitch- it's the more basic ones- the one you are 100% sure you can do and be just as effective, if not more effective. If you feel this is not what you signed up for,” Harry made sure to look in the general direction of where the scoffing was coming from, “by all means you can leave at any time. However, if you feel you can use some practice or otherwise learn how to think defensively and quickly, I hope this club will help you as much as it had helped my friends and I." Harry finished his speech. He turned to Hermione- silently asking if she had anything to add. Hermione discreetly shook her head to indicate that she did not.
"Well then, let's begin." Harry said. "We're going to divide you guys up into groups. There are some students who were part of the DA here to help, so if possible we're going to group you guys so new students will have at least one experienced member." Harry instructed. "We've taken the liberty to pair all of you based on the information we received from Professor McGonagall." Harry announced. He then proceeded to call out each group, coupling them with a seasoned member of the DA.
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“Well, given that most of you are no longer taking Defense Against the Dark Arts, I wanted to start slow today by going over a simple disarming charm before calling it a night.” Harry called over the low chattering.
Harry looked to Hermione who had been on the other side of the classroom they were using. Hermione began to walk toward him so that they could do a simple demonstration before having the students try on their own. Harry thought back to the first dueling club he had been a part of. He remembered how Lockhart had been thrown to the wall with a disarming charm by Snape. He smiled at the memory, but a slight pang flickered somewhere within him.
He felt the comforting caress of someone's hand on his face. He looked up to find Hermione standing in front of him. He looked into her eyes and sure enough she seemed to know what was on his mind. He leaned into the warm hand, feeling the warmth of being alive, feeling the comfort of knowing his sacrifice had not been for nothing.
They were wrapped up in their own world when suddenly, Harry felt his legs give out as he fell to the floor. He watched as his legs moved in a way he was not unfamiliar with. He looked up to Hermione silently asking for help. She said the counter-curse and undid the effects of the Jelly-Leg Curse. Though, Harry already knew his legs would remain wobbly for a few minutes before the effects fully wore off.
"Sorry. Seems I got caught up in my own thoughts for a minute. I promise not to neglect you anymore- so no more pranks." Harry said with an easy smile. Hermione helped him stand and find his way to a nearby chair. Hermione's eyes conveyed her concern, but Harry made sure to reassure her that he was fine.
"I'm pretty sure you got caught up in Hermione's eyes!" someone called out from the back. Harry recognized Dennis Creevey's voice right away. Though the club had been for sixth and seventh years, they had made an exception with a couple of students who had experience with the DA, like Dennis.
"Oh stuff it! It was romantic." A ginger-haired sixth year girl in Dennis' group said loudly. Her voice had stayed oddly dreamy despite it's loudness.
"We'll I for one didn't appreciate the googley-eyes he was making with her!" Jimmy Peakes called out. Harry recognized him as one of his former beaters as well as one of the younger students who had been part of the DA but not allowed to fight during the Final Battle.
Harry laughed at the light teasing, easily coming to the conclusion it had been one of the former DA members who had decided watching Hermione and himself make, so called, "googley-eyes" at each other was too much. Harry made a rude gesture with his hand at both Jimmy and Dennis (temporarily forgetting he was a professor), to which Hermione tutted at him with a reprimanding look. Though it all honesty, it seemed she was enjoying herself too.
In the corner of his eye he caught sight of Nathaniel Kinlan. He had a dark look about him which Harry (immaturely) took immense pleasure in. 'That's right, she's mine', he thought briefly- which he was glad he had not said it out loud, lest he wanted to face the wrath of Hermione (for objectifying her).
"Alright, all joking aside. My legs are no longer wobbly so let's begin." Harry called out over the raucous students. He stood up and after distancing himself from Hermione, nodded his head that he was ready. He took a defensive stance as Hermione took the offensive.
"Expelliarmus!" Hermione called out. He could have easily blocked the spell, but as it was a demonstration, he let the spell hit. He watched as the wand flew out of his hand and land a few meters away. Hermione then levitated the wand and had it float back to its owner.
"Thanks Hermione." He said. Hermione smiled brightly back at Harry.
Harry then turned toward the students and began to describe the hand movement as well as the proper enunciation for the charm. This time, Harry saw- rather than hear, Nathaniel Kinlan snuff him. He was vaguely reminded of the git Zacharias Smith. He ignored Nathaniel, likening his behavior to a jealous boy who refused to acknowledge the relationship Harry had with Hermione. Harry was sure Nathaniel was probably one of those people who believed he had poisoned Hermione with a love potion.
"Well then, if no one has any other questions for myself or Her... I mean Miss Granger, then have your group leader show you another demonstration before trying it out yourselves." Harry then turned toward his own group and demonstrated the charm once more before having each of them try it on him.
Two of the three students showed promise when he felt the wand in his hand start to shake a bit before it stopped. He had figured that this particular group would need a bit of attention given that all three had gotten a Troll on their OWLs. Though it would take some time,he believed his group of students would be able to do it- given that they all excelled in their other subjects (though the classes they excelled in were the more abstract and theoretical subjects such as Arithmancy and Ancient Runes). He took a quick gander about the room as he spotted a couple of the more advanced students complete the spell without a hitch.
He gave another demonstration before getting into position in front of a blonde mousy looking Sixth Year Hufflepuff student. She was quite shy and seemed to have a hard time speaking clearly due to nervousness. She had been the student who had been unable to make anything happen.
"It's important to speak as clearly and as loudly as possible in order to make this spell work. Though there are skilled witches and wizards who are able to complete the charm nonverbally, as beginners, we must enunciate in order to make sure the spell works." Harry coached the student. "Alright, now wands at the ready, and once you're ready, let me have it."
Before the girl could do anything, Harry felt the approach of something dark. Maybe it had been all that time on the run, or just something he had developed by fighting Voldemort for so many years, but before the curse could hit him, the words "constant vigilance" rang in his head. He quickly turned on the spot and shouted "Protego Horribilis" and in a flash, the curse directed at him was redirected by his wand and hit the far end of the wall.
Harry was unsure of who or where the curse had come from. The spell had been a small streak of a purple flame- not unlike the curse Dolohov had used on Hermione and himself, but definitely weaker in its appearance and strength. Harry could only assume the castor was untrained in the dark arts and so could not produce the spell to its full potential. He was just glad he had been able to deflect the spell.
Harry saw Hermione run up to him as he stood still, almost like he was stuck in a trance. He saw her lips moving but all he could think about was how he had almost lost her that night at the Ministry of Magic, and all the subsequent times he had almost lost her too. Without warning, his arms wrapped around Hermione and he pulled her into a fierce hug. It was as if the reality of everything that had happened up to that point came crashing down on Harry.
He wasn't sure he would be able to let go; so afraid she would disappear like so many of the other friends and family he had lost over the years. Wasn’t it over? Wasn’t that the reason they had all fought so hard? When would he be allowed to relax and feel that she was finally safe from harms way?
When he finally came to, he noticed they were alone in the classroom. He pulled away from Hermione and looked into her eyes. Her eyes conveyed the concern she had for him, but the only thoughts in his mind were whether she was okay.
“I’m okay. I wasn’t even near you when the curse was directed at you.” Hermione consoled Harry. “How are you? Are you okay?” Hermione asked.
“I... I...” Harry started, but was interrupted by someone calling their names.
“Harry! Hermione! We heard what happened.” Ginny said as she rushed into the room with her wand out. Luna was not far behind her as they entered the room. Dennis Creevey and Jimmy Peakes was with them too.
“I told her about what happened.” Dennis explained. “I figured it’d help if we had more people trying to figure out what had happened,” he said with a shrug.
“Thanks Dennis, but I think we should wait until tomorrow. Could you guys just find Professor McGonagall and inform her of what had happened? I want to take Harry back to his room.” Hermione said.
“Yeah, we’ll go speak to her, you get some rest with Harry.” Ginny said with concern.
“Thanks Gin,” Hermione said.
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Harry was led by Hermione toward his room. His mind remained blank even after he was seated on the couch in his sitting room.
“Harry... Harry... are you... how are you feeling?” Hermione asked, concern blatant in her voice.
“I... I’m... I’m alright I guess. I... I was just surprised by it all. I mean... I thought with Voldemort gone I wouldn’t have to worry about your life being in danger anymore, but with this I’m... I’m afraid I’ll lose you and I wouldn’t know what to do.” Harry said as he looked up into Hermione’s eyes. His voice sounded desperate even to him.
Hermione sat next to Harry on the couch and gave him a hug. “It wasn’t even directed at me.” Hermione consoled him. “And I don’t see why you’re so worried when you did such a great job of deflecting the curse.” Hermione said as her voice lightened slightly.
Hermione made a move to get up, but Harry grabbed onto her arm. He looked at her in desperation- unwilling to let her go. “Can you... that is... er... stay?” Harry asked, not really knowing how to make the request.
“Of course,” Hermione said comfortingly. She gently took a hold of Harry’s hand that was still wrapped around her arm. She helped Harry stand as she led him to his bed. She helped him out of his robe as well as the button-up shirt underneath. She then took his glasses off as she guided him to lay down on the bed.
Hermione shed her own robes and then climbed onto the bed and laid down next to Harry. Harry let the tiredness of his body take over as he fell into a fitful sleep. It was only when he felt the presence of Hermione in his arms that he could calm down.
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End Note: Sorry it’s taking so long to get these chapters up. I was going through writer’s block and a whole bunch of other personal things. I also hated my ending and I couldn’t keep writing until I knew what was happening in the end and so I was trying to plan it out. And so, after weeks of planning, I finally got my ending and so my writing was able to recommence.
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