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By FenrisWolf

~~~~~

�Hermione! I�m
home!�

�I�m in here, Professor Potter.�

Uh-Oh.

Harry pushed open the door of his study and swallowed. She was perched on the edge of his desk,
wearing a pleated little plaid skirt that had to be a solid six inches shorter
than any school�s regulations had ever allowed. pan>pan>Her white blouse was also at least two sizes too small, the
buttons straining and the tails knotted in front, exposing her taut, flat
stomach. She was wearing white
stockings in place of knee socks, and gloss black pumps with three-inch heels
in place of Mary Janes. Her bushy hair
was done up in pigtails, and her full lips were pouting. She was a walking advertisement for
statutory rape, and he could feel his body reacting.

Harry cleared his throat.
�Well, Miss Granger? What sends
you to my office tim time?�

�I�m so sorry, Professor Potter,� she cooed in her best little-girl-without-a-brain
voice, �but I didn�t finish my Divination essay on time. Professor Trelawney sent me to you to
be�disciplined.�

�Dear me, that is serious,� he replied in his best
I�ve-got-a-stick-up-my-ass voice. �We
can�t have students skiving off and not doing their homework, Miss
Granger. I�m afraid you will have to
speak to Mr. Wood about your behavior.�
Harry reached up and lifted a slender rattan cane down from the
wall. �Now, turn around and bend over,
young lady. Yes, that�s right��

~~~~~

Hermione winced as she settled into the chair at the
kitchen table. �Need another pillow?�
Harry asked with a smirk as he put together their tea.

�No thanks,� she muttered, �But I am checking the
cushioning charms on Mr. Wood; I don�t remember being quite so sore last time.�

Harry chuckled. The
charms were designed to make certain that nothing more than a stinging
sensation arose from the use of �Mr. Wood�, but even stings had a cumulative
effect when�enthusiastically applied.
He didn�t know where she�d found that particular prop for their
playacting, but her little squeaks and squeals as he applied her �punishment�
always drove him crazy. Of course, by
the time they finished that little scenario, he was usually the one begging for
mercy, but given the end results, he couldn�t say he really minded.

No one at Hogwarts had ever guessedt qut quiet, bookish
Hermione Granger had a playfully kinky streak a mile wide, and when it was
blended with her blinding intelligence and creativity, it made for a
combination that would have destroyed a lesser man. Of course Harry had seen the first warning signs after they had
become a couple during their seventh year; she�d �repaired� his glasses yet
again, and then showed up at his last game wearing a set of robes made of a
fabric his glasses were now charmed to see through�and hadn�t worn a stitch
under them. He�s almost plowed
headfirst into the ground when he first caught a glimpse of her, and while he
quickly figured out what she�d done, it hadn�t help control the effect she had
on his concentration, especially since she insisted on jumping up and down and
waving every time he passed by. It had
taken him three times as long as usual to catch the snitch, and only the fact
that the Hufflepuff Seeker was completely thick had saved the day.

She�d
actually been a bit nervous about how he�d react to her mischievousness, but
once Harry made it clear how much he enjoyed her antics, she let her
imagination run wild. Combined with the
Marauder�s Map, Harry�s invisibility cloak and the judicious use of silencing
charms, the young lovers had probably shagged in more public places than any
couple since the school was founded; the tub in the prefect�s bathroom, the
chamber on the third floor where Fluffy had been kept chained, the greenhouses
(all three), the Slytherin common room, the floor in the Great Hall, and even
Professor Dumbledore�s office (site of the first appearance of The Professor
And The Schoolgirl).

After
the end of school and the subsequent defeat of Voldemort, they�d finally been
married, and anyone who thought that marriage would make them settle down had
had a rude surprise. If anything, they
seemed to take marriage as a challenge not to get all stodgy. Harry daily thanked Merlin that his Quidditch
drills and Auror training had given him the stamina of a bull, because
otherwise he never would have been able to keep up with his wife�s insatiable
demands. He still remembered his near
coronary when she�d shown up at the Auror trai cam camp in a black leather
trench coat, a garter belt, and not a hell of a lot else.

< His wife tapping on the table interrupted his reverie. �Harry?
Is anyone home in there?� she teased.

�Sorry, �Mione. You
were saying?�

She looked at him quizzically. �You had the oddest expression on your face just then. What were you thinking about?�

Dangerous
though it was, he couldn�t help blushing.
�I was just remembering�things�� he admitted, a smile creeping across
his face.

�Oh, things,� she said throatily, archier ber back
so that her nipples tented the fabric of her shirt.

�Gods, woman, are you trying to kill me? If you keep that up, I�ll never get to work
today,� he growled.

Hermione laughed.
�Well, we can�t have that; who else is there to save the Wizarding world
from the Forces of Darkness besides Special Auror Harry Potter?�

�Well, the Forces of Darkness will have to wait a day or
so; I�m going to be sitting through meetings and debriefings for the rest of
the week. At least it means you can
count on me being home at night for a while.�
He grabbed the last piece of toast as he lifted his cloak off the back
of the chair. �Are you still meeting
Ginny for lunch today?�

�Yes, we�re meeting at that new caf� in Diagon Alley.� Hermione frowned. �I think she and Jeremy are having problems.�

Harry�s face fell.
�Damn, I thought he was going to work out.yes"> Harry knew Hermione had tried to talk to her friend more than
once about why she had so many disastrous break-ups, but so far Ginny had
refused to talk about it with anyone, not even her best friend.

�Tell you what,� he said as he headed towards the living
room to apparate to work, �Why don�t you invite them to dinner on
Saturday? Maybe we can keep this one
from crashing and burning like the others.�

~~~~~

Hermione sat at her table at the sidewalk caf�, waiting for
Ginny to arrive. Truth to tell, she was
more than a bit worried about her red-haired friend. Ginny had turned into quite a beauty her last few years at
Hogwarts, and her position as a professional Quidditch chaser for Puddlemere
United kept her in excellent physical condition. Hermione often thought that, if she hadn�t been such a sports
fanatic, she could have made a good living as a model for any of the Wizarding
Fashion magazines � or the Muggle ones, for that matter. But for all her beauty, wit and
intelligence, none of her relationships lasted long, nor did they seem to end
well. In fact, the only one she could
remember that had ended amicably was her brief liaison with Harry, when she was
in fifth year and he was in sixth. She
hadn�t dated anyone after Harry until they were all out of Hogwarts, and to the
best of Hermione�s knowledge every relationship had lasted less than a year,
and some were far shorter than that.

Her reverie was interrupted by the sight of a head of red
hair moving towards her through the caf�.
A moment later Ginny was standing next to her table, and one look at her
face told the tale. �Jeremy?� was all
she asked, and Ginny nodded, obviously fighting back tears.

Hermione made a snap decision; lunch they could eat
anytime, but this sort of girl talk demanded privacy. Rising, she tossed a couple of Galleons on the table and took her
friend�s hand. �Come on, we�re going
home,� she said firmly, towing her out of the caf�.

A few minutes and a quick Apparation later, they were
sitting in Hermione�s living room and she was putting a stiff drink in Ginny�s
hands. She settled in the chair across
from her and waited as her friend drained half the glass, hiccupping a
little. She then took the glass away
and set it aside, saying, �Now, tell me.�

Ginny shrugged, avoiding Hermione�s eyes. �What�s there to tell? Jeremy and I had another fight. This time it was a bad one. We broke up. End of story.�

Her friend shook her head.
�Oh, no, not this time. We have
gone through this one too many times, Ginny Weasley! You meet a new man, they seem like really great guys, you get
along swimmingly for a month or two�or in this case, nine�and then it goes
sour. You�re a basket case for a couple
of months, and then it starts all over again.
Well, my bestest of girl friends, my little sister I didn�t have, this
time, I�m going to have answers. You
are going to tell me what is getting in the way of your happiness, or I
will�will�I will turn you into a ferret and set you up with Malfoy!�

Hermione chuckled at Ginny�s mock gasp of horror. �Seriously, Ginny, I�m worried about you,
and so is Harry; for that matter, so is that prat of a brother of yours,
whenever he�s off the Quidditch circuit long enough to notice what�s going on
around him.� She leaned over and put
her arms around her friend. �Please,
tell me; what went wrong this time.�

Ginny sniffed, and finally whispered, �Jeremy�called me
a�frigid bitch.�

mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Garamond'> �He WHAT?�

She nodded her head, not raising her eyes to Hermione, and
the words started spilling out. �He said
that, and he said I was a prickteaser, that I didn�t know how to take care of a
man, that he was sick and tired of being with a woman who turned into an
iceberg every time he came near her�and he was right, Hermione! He was!�
She sobbed into her friend�s arms.
�It�s true, I couldn�t stand to have him touch me, I couldn�t stand to
let any of them touch me! They get
close to me, and all I can hear is Tom�s voice, whispering to me�and then I�m
back in the Chamber, in the cold, with the basilisk slithering behind me, and
I�m so cold��

Hermione continued to rock her friend as she cried, a look
of horror and compassion on her face.
She knew Ginny had had problems after the incident with Tom Riddle�s
diary, but she�d never had a clue that the aftereffects were obviously still
going on. �Ginny,� she said softly, her
hand moving comfortingly in small circles on her friend�s back, �are you
telling me you�ve never�?� She got her
answer in her friend�s renewed tears.

�I�ve wanted to, Hermione, I have! I�m not a prude, or a tease; there are times
I�ve wanted to so bad I could scream!
But the moment it goes past a little kissing, I just lock up. I turn into little eleven-year-old Ginny
Weasley, lost in the dark, waiting to be rescued by--� she stopped and bit her
lip.

Hermione smiled.
�By Harry Potter? It�s all
right, Ginny, he�s my husband, not my property. Besides, you dated him before I did.� A thought occurred to her and her brow crinkled. �Wait a minute, I seem to recall you
covering up some truly spectacular love bites while you two were going
out. You mean you and he never, to put
it delicately, �consummated your relationship�?� Hermione knew that she and Harry had both been inexperienced when
they got together at Hogwarts, but she�d always tho Gin Ginny had had the honor
of being his �first�.

Ginny�s laugh was a little hysterical. �Oh, well, I guess there was some pretty
serious snogging going on, but we never got much past that. I don�t think I would have minded, but he
already had it bad for you, even if he couldn�t admit it to himself. After a while it just sort of petered out,
and we stayed friends. But I thought
you knew all this, Hermione, I told you everything back then.�

Hermione�s analytical side was starting to make some shrewd
guesses, but she needed to do a bit of research before she acted on them. In the meantime� �Well, all I can say is, that it�s their loss, Ginny. If Jeremy is willing to be an insensitive
prat about your problems, you�re well rid of him.� She hopped from her chair, pulling Ginny up with her and towards
the kitchen. �I have two half gallons
of ice-cream with our names on them; Ben & Jerry�s Merlin�s Medley and
Dumbledore�s Delight, and we are going to eat it all and dissect all the flaws
of the male of the species.�

Ginny�s expression was decidedly doubtful. �Hermione, I don�t know if I�m in the mood
for�.�

�Which is precisely the reason why you are going to do
this,� Hermione said firmly. �Chocolate
may be the antidote for a Dementor attack, but nothing cures a Bad Boyfriend
attack like Ben & Jerry�s.�

With a sniff and a laugh Ginny let her friend drag her off
to the kitchen, and for a while, make her forget her troubles.

~~~~~

Much later, after she had given Ginny a long hug and made
her promise to come over for dinner on the weekend, Hermione sat in a chair by
the fireplace, flipping though a large album of wizard photographs. Something had been nagging at the back of
her mind ever since she had finally managed to break through Ginny�s reticence
about her problem, and she wanted to follow up on her hunch.

As was usual, Hermione�s organizational bent extended to
things as mundane as their collection of Wizarding snapshots. There were albums devoted to just she and
Harry, albums of each of their vacations, and albums that were devoted to
certain close friends. The one she was
flipping though now contained all the pictures she had of Ginny, either alone
or in group photos, and it was the group photos she was looking for now, or
more specifically, the group photos that included Ginny�s past boyfriends.

The first post-Hogwarts photo was of a young man named
Michael, who was, unsurprisingly, a fellow chaser on Ginny�s team, Puddlemere
United (Ron had been chuffed when she didn�t try out for the Chudley Cannons,
but Ginny had sworn Hermione to secrecy, and then admitted she wanted to play
for a team that had a chance of making it to the playoffs once or twice in her
lifetime). Michael had the same, lean
build that seemed to mark all professional Quidditch players; he also had
shoroppeopped black hair and turquoise eyes.
In point of fact, he looked more than a little bit like�Harry. Their breakup had been sufficiently
acrimonious that he�d actually asked to be traded, just to get away from her.

She flipped forward a few pages. Thomas wasn�t a Quidditch player, which was a plus in Hermione�s
book; unfortunately, he liked the game even less than she did, which should
have been a definite minus in Ginny�s book.
Even so, they�d been an item for a solid four months. He was an auror, albeit a much lower ranking
one than Harry, which meant his hours were a bit more regular. He was able to reasonably accommodate Ginny�s
game schedule, and they�d been very happy for a while. The photo Hermione was looking at was one of
the last ones of the two of them together; Ginny was smiling at Thomas, her
arms around his waist, looking up into his eyes. His green eyes. His hair,
cut in a fashionable style, wasn�t black; it was a red so dark that, except in
the brightest sunlight, it might as well have been.

After Thomas there had been Sean, a bartender from the pub
in Diagon Alley that served as the Puddlemere�s unofficial headquarters. Black hair, blue eyes. Then there was Lucas, another Quidditch
player, this time a reserve beater for, of all teams, the Chudley Cannons. Dark brown hair, green eyes. There�d been one or two others, neither of
whom had lasted long enough to make it into the albums, but to the best of
Hermione�s memory, they�d followed the pattern. And finally, there�d been Jeremy.

Hermione remembered the first time she�d noticed the eerie
resemblance between Harry and Jeremy.
They�d all been at the beach; Hermione and Ginny had been playing a
little one-on-one beach volleyball, while Jeremy and Harry sat on the sidelines
and watched, each cheering on their own girl, while not so subtly ogling the
other�s. After Ginny�s greater athletic
ability scored game point, they�d turned back to their towels, only to have
Hermione come up short, as she really looked at the two men side by side. Same height, same build (as evinced by their
Speedos), same green eyes, same glasses (with different frames), and same black
hair, though Jeremy�s actually obeyed a comb.
Then Ginny plopped down next to Jeremy and laughingly ran her fingers
through his hair, completing the illusion.
The two of them looked enough alike to be brothers; if they�d looked any
more alike, they would�ve looked like twins.

She turned to the picture she�d taken on that outing. Ginny was standing between Harry and Jeremy,
her arms around their waists. They were
all laughing, and then Ginny reached up and tousled Jeremy�s hair, making it
even harder to tell them apart. "> �And
their relationship lasted the longest�, she thought. She had the beginnings of an idea as to how to help her friend,
but first she had to run it past her husband.

~~~~~

Pumpkin juice sprayed across the kitchen table. �You want me to WHAT?�

�I want you to make love to Ginny,� Hermione replied
calmly.

When Harry had returned home, his first question had been
about her lunch date with their longtime friend, and he had been suitably
saddened to hear that another relationship had ended badly. Hermione had then related the bare bones of
Ginny�s confession, and he had been shocked to learn that she was still
suffering the aftereffects of her traumatic experi in in the Chamber of
Secrets.

�I wish there was something we could do to help her,� Harry
had said with all honesty, which was all the opening Hermione needed for her
suggestion.

Hence the pumpkin juice.

Harry took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose,
put his glasses back on, and nervously ran his hand through his hair, all while
his wife continued to wait calmly for his response. �All right, let me see if I have this straight,� he said at
last. �My wife, who, aside from a VERY
active imagination in certain areas, has never given any indication that she
finds the physical side of our relationship in any way lacking, has just asked
me to cheat on her with her best friend, under the misguided assumption that my
tupping said friend will provide her with some much-needed psychotherapy. Does that about cover it?�

Hermione sniffed and gave her sarcastic husband a very prim
look. �There�s no excuse for getting
shirty, Harry, I have a very good reason for making the suggestion I did, and
for your information, you would not be cheating on me.� At his clearly disbelieving look, she
huffed, �Honestly, Harry, for you to be cheating you would have to be sneaking
around behind my back. You can�t very
well call it cheating if I give my permission in advance.�

He stared at her for a moment and then snorted. �Well, all I can say is, I don�t think
that�s quite the the minister had in mind when we made our wedding vows,
Hermione.�

�Harry, please, I�m serious about this.�

He stopped and really looked at his wife, his eyes
narrowed. �You are, aren�t you?� he
finally said. �Bloody hell!�

�Harry!�

He rolled his eyes.
�Hermione, you�re talking about me shagging your best friend. I think a little profanity is called for.�

She took a deep breath and took a firm hold of her
temper. Getting into a row with her
husband was not going to help her best friend.
�Harry, before you start planning on hauling me off to a marriage
counselor, will you at least listen to my reasoning?� When he grudgingly nodded, she explained how she had come up with
her idea; how she had noticed that all Ginny�s boyfriends had resembled Harry,
how Ginny had let slip that the only time she had ever felt comfortable enough
to be intimate with someone was when she was dating Harry. Finally she told him what she thought the
core of Ginny�s problem was, and why she thought Harry could help her get past
it.

After she was finished, Harry no longer looked upset, but
he was still clearly uncomfortable with the idea. �I just don�t know, �Mione,� he admitted. �It sounds like you�re making a lot of assumptions,
ones that might end up doing more harm than good. Ginny�s already had a rough time of things, I don�t want to be
responsible for adding to her problems.�

�But you admit that I might be right, don�t you?� Hermione
pressed. �And you don�t find the idea
of making love to Ginny repulsive, do you?�

Harry snorted.
��Mione, at the risk of upsetting my very beautiful and powerful witch
of a wife, no male with a pulse and a penis would find the idea of making love
to Ginny repulsive; well, not unless he was batting for the other team like
Percy.�

Hermione snickered.
�Well, at the risk of bruising your delicate male ego, I�m not
upset. In fact, to use your own
analogy, I have to admit that Ginny is pretty enough to have made me think
about switch-hitting a time or two��

�Hey!�

�Take it easy, Harry, I�m kidding�I think,� she couldn�t
resist teasing. Her demeanor became
serious. �Honestly, Harry, what do you
think of my idea?�

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�Honestly? I think
it�s one of the craziest things I ever heard, and I have a really hard time
believing that a roll in the hay with me is some sort of magic bullet for
anyone�s sexual hang-ups�but if you really, truly think it would help Ginny,
and not hurt her in any way�I�d be willing to give it a try.� Harry shook his head. �I can�t believe I just said that�Ron will
kill me if he finds out.�

Hermione smiled and gave her husband a hug. �Thank you, Harry.�

He just shook his head.
�This has to be one of the strangest conversations I have ever had,� he
muttered. �You are certifiable, you
know that, right?� Another thought
occurred to him. �I suppose you�ve
already come up with a brilliant plan to accomplish this plot of yours?�

Hermione nodded with a cheerful grin. �Ginny is coming over for dinner Saturday
night. You just leave everything to
me.�

�Mental,� Harry mumbled, returning to the title Ron had
bestowed on his wife all those years ago.

~~~~~

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The rest of the week seemed more than a bit surreal to
Harry. Whenever she was home from her
research position at Stonehenge University, Hermione was walking around with a
little smile on her face, and making special trips to the store for things like
scented candles, fine wine and special foods.
It reminded Harry of the sort of things he�d done when he and Hermione
were dating and he wanted to create a special evening for her, and the idea
that his wife was assembling a similar evening for her husband and her best
friend was too bizarre for words.

When Saturday arrived Harry was as panicked as a mouse in a
roomful of Kneazles, and his nervousness only grew worse as the day progressed. By mid-afternoon his agitation had reached
a fever pitch, and Hermione finally cast a calming charm on him and made him
take a nap before dinner. It didn�t
help his state of mind one bit when she told him that he needed the nap so he
could �keep up his strength� for the conclusion of the evening.

Much to his surprise, the charm and the nap helped, and
while he was still nervous about the whole idea, he was able to get ready for
dinner without shaking like a leaf.
Since they were dining in he was dressed casually but nicely, in
comfortable black dress slacks, a long-sleeved fawn shirt with a Nehru collar,
and black loafers. Hermione�s clothing
was similarly understated, casual enough to be relaxed, while still being fancy
enough to show she had made an effort for their guest.

7:00 arrived and with it came a soft knock on the front
door. Harry opened it to Ginny�s
smiling face. �Hi, Harry!�

Harry�s breath caught a bit at the sight of her, standing
on their porch in a simple, emerald green sundress, the rich color
complementing her bright hair, which was swept up into a French braid, with a
few loose tendrils framing her face.
She wore only a ghost of makeup, just a hint of shadow, blush and gloss
that went perfectly with the golden tan she always had from paying
Quidditch. The lightweight material of
her shirt ended just below her knees, showing off her slender, toned legs to
good effect, and her small feet were enclosed in a pair of strappy sandals with
low heels. All in all she looked stunning,
and with what Hermione had been planning all week, he couldn�t help feeling
himself respond.

�Hello, Ginny, glad you could make it!� Hermione called,
reaching past Harry and drawing her best friend across the threshold. The two of them chatted amiably while Harry
closed the door, trying to get his somewhat confused emotions under
control. This was going to be the weirdest
evening�

Hermione and Ginny were quickly chatting away with the ease
of friends who had known each other most of their lives, with Hermione
discussing the latest faculty soap operas (�Some of the non-tenured professors
are such drama queens!�), while Ginny relayed some of the more amusing training
mishaps of her Puddlemere teammates.
Harry mostly let them do the talking, throwing in a comment here and
there as he puttered in the kitchen fixing dinner. Much to Harry�s amusement and Hermione�s annoyance, he was a far
better cook than she, and whenever the occasion called for a truly fabulous
meal, she grudgingly surrendered the kitchen to his skills. This time, though, while Harry was doing the
preparation, Hermione had selected the dishes.

Hermione
had done her best to assemble a menu that would create the right atmosphere for
the evening, foods that were fun, even sensual to eat. Almond soup for the first course, partridges
with oyster stuffing for the main course, fried celery as a side dish, a
Yorkshire pudding, and a raspberry fool for dessert.

mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Garamond'> After a while Ginny was relaxed on the couch, watching the
flames in the fireplace, a look of contentment on her face. Hermione caught Harry�s eye and nodded for
him to make himself scarce for the moment, and after he�d slipped out, she sat
down next to her best friend. �Ginny?�

�Hmmm?� Ginny replied, leaning her head on her friend�s
shoulder.

�There�s something I think we need to talk about.�

�All right, �Mione,� she agreed, unconsciously using
Harry�s pet name for her friend.

Hermione took a deep breath. �It�s about what happened with Jeremy.� She felt Ginny tense up, but she didn�t pull away. �Gin, it�s all right, I understand what�s
going on, I do.� She glanced down and
bit her lip as she saw the silent tears flowing down her friend�s cheeks. �Ginny, I�m going to ask you a question, and
I want you to think about it, really think, before you answer, all right?� At her friend�s slow nod she continued. �Do
you trust me?�

Ginny was as good as her word, and didn�t answer immediately. When she did, her tone was serious. �Yes, Hermione, I do. I know you would never do anything trt
rt
me, not willingly.�

�Next question: "> do
you trust Harry?�

Unsurprisingly, given that she had been warned by
Hermione�s first question, the second answer was faster, a simple �Yes.�

Hermione took a deep breath; now came the hard part. �Ginny, I�ve been doing a lot of thinking
since you told me about Jeremy, and more, what you told me about what�s been
troubling you for so long. I only wish
you�d talked to me about it sooner.�

Ginny sniffled, still not moving away from her. �It�s not your fault I�m messed up, �Mione,�
she replied softly.

�No, it�s not,� her friend agreed, �but if I�d known what
was happening, maybe we could have done something about it, and you wouldn�t
been so unhappy for so long.�

�There�s nothing you could�ve done,� Ginny demurred. �Let�s face it, Hermione, I�m damaged
goods��

�Now you just stop that, Ginny Weasley!� Hermione said
fiercely, hugging her. �You had something
awful happen to you a long time ago, but you are too strong a person to let
this beat you! You just need to let
someone help you get past it and heal!�

Ginny shook her head.
�I know you mean well, Hermione, but there�s nothing you can do about this�problem��

Instead of contradicting, He, Hermione asked, �Did you mean
it when you said you trusted Harry and I?
Trusted us not to hurt you?�

�Of course I meant it.
Why?�

�Because I think I might know a way for you to get rid of
Tom Riddle once and for all,� Hermione replied, and Ginny jerked up in shock.

mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Garamond'> �Just hear me out before you say no,� Hermione
cautioned. �You let somethslipslip when
you told me what happened with Jeremy.
You said you froze up with every man who ever touched you�except
Harry.� She watched Ginny flush, and
pressed on. �You told me you wa to to
go further with him, but that he wasn�t willing. I think that, since your feelings for him were there before you
handled the diary, and because Harry was the one to save you, he might be the
only one who can break through whatever is left of Riddle�s enchantment.�

Ginny stared at her for a moment, surprise and realization
chasing across her face, followed by sadness.
�You might be right, but that doesn�t really help, does it? After all, he�s married to you now.�

Hermione took the plunge.
�So what?�

Ginny�s face went white as the meaning of her words
registered. �Hermione! What are you�you don�t mean�I can�t sleep
with Harry!�

Hermione smiled.
�Ginny, you�re my best friend, and you�re Harry�s friend. I�m not saying I want to start going to
swinger�s clubs with Harry, or have him start shagging every brainless fangirl
who throws herself at him. I am saying
that I don�t mind sharing him with my best friend, not if it means helping her
finally come to terms with something that should have been dealt with a long
time ago.�

Ginny blushed a deep crimson. �And what�did Harry say?�

�You mean after he finished spraying pumpkin juice all over
the kitchen table?� Hermione snickered
as a small chortle escaped her friend�s lips.
�At first I�d say he was as skeptical as you are, but being reasonably
intelligent for a man, he listened to me,� she said cheekily before turning
serious. �Ginny, he cares about you as
much as I do. He�s willing to do
whatever is necessary to help you, even to going along with what he thinks are
my somewhat bizarre notions of psychotherapy.�

Ginny stared at the floor.
�But does he even find me attractive anymore?� she wondered, her
insecurities surfacing.yes"> �Now you need to talk to Harry.
I don�t say you have to go through with this, but think about it and
talk to him.yes"> He conjured a handkerchief and handed it to her, banishing it
after she�d blotted her eyes and blown her nose. Then he tipped her chin up and gently kissed her on the lips.

Ginny flinched, and then, hesitantly, began to return the
kiss. She�d missed this so much, she
thought, missed holding Harry, touching him, kissing him. When they�d broken up she�d thought it was
gone forever, that the most she�d ever feel again were pecks on the cheek, or
perhaps a chaste kiss under the mistletoe.
She knew that Hermione was the great love of his life, and that he would
never cheat on her. She�d tried to
resign herself to it, even before the nightmares started and the coldness
settled into her heart, but she�d missed him so much. And now here he was at last, in her arms again, even if as
as
only for one night. She waited for the
familiar coldness to rise, to steal away her pleasure, but all she felt was the
glow of a delicious warmth building in her like a furnace too long left unlit.

His mouth opened against hers and she moaned as she felt
his tongue glide along her lower lip.
She opened to him in turn and their tongues began their familiar dance,
touching, teasing, exploring each other�s mouth. Ginny felt little shocks of pleasure running along her nerves,
travelling to her extremities. Harry�s
hands began to roam over her back, leaving trails of fire through the thin
material of the sundress. Her hands
tugged at his shirt, pulling the tail free so she could slip underneath to his
bare skin, her nails scratching gently across his back, sending shivers up his
spine.

His hands drifted to the front of her dress, cupping her
small perfect breasts through the thin fabric.
His lips left her and traveled to her ear and down her throat, making
small, pleasure/pain nips as they went.
Each time his teeth touched her skin she shivered, the jolts running to
her breasts, her hardening nipples, down her belly to her sex and the moist
heat rising between her legs.

Ginny
felt the straps of her sundress being pulled aside by his teeth, felt the
fabric slipping down, exposing her skin, soft and white where it wasn�t tanned
from playing Quidditch. She felt his
eyes on her breasts in their lacy white bra; she knew she wasn�t as well
endowed as Hermione, but what she had was round and firm with pink nipples that
were aching to be suckled and caressed.

Harry�s
hand expertly worked the clasp of her bra and her breasts were revealed, the
pale blue veins ghosting across the milky surface. His mouth dipped and his lips closed around her nipple, its
nubbin instantly hardening under his tongue�s attentions. She gasped as his hand fondled the breast
being ignored by his mouth, and after a few delicious moments he switched,
giving each pink nipple equal attention, the aureoles growing pebbly under his
ministrations.

The pressures growing within her were becoming unbearable
and she gasped, �Harry��

He paused, afraid he�d pushed too fast, too far. �Yes, Ginny?�

Her eyes were dark with hunger. �Take me to bed and make love to me,� she breathed, blue eyes
fixed on green.

Needing no more invitation, Harry lifted her in his arms
and carried her from the room, heading for the bedroom and the huge four-poster
where the rest of the night�s drama would be played out.

Neither of them really paid attention to their
surroundings, or they might have noticed the fairy light illumination, the
scented candles, the soft music, that had been arranged to turn the bedroom
into a nest. Harry carried Ginny into
the room and gently set her on her feet.
He reached behind her and slid down the zipper that kept the sundress
from falling off her hips, and then looked down at her, clad only in the bare
wisp of her knickers and her sandals, stunned by her beauty. She was slim and muscular, like a dancer or
a gymnast, her small breasts high and proud, her waist slender, her hips
flaring just enough to be womanly, her legs long and perfect. She was Diana of the Hunt, glorious and
virginal, and he felt his throat catch at the sight of her.

mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Garamond'> She mewed her disappointment as his motion pulled his
nipple from her mouth, and then gasped as his lips moved down her throat, down
her chest, his tongue trailing between her breasts to flick at the hollow of
her navel. She felt his hands pulling
down her knickers and he was kneeling before her. She tangled he fingers in his hair, moaning as his breath
disturbed the moist curls hiding her sex.
She felt his fingers prodding, spreading her folds, and her breath
hitched as his tongue flicked the hard little nub of flesh at her center,
sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She arched her back, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as his
tongue licked and swirled around her, driving her closer and closer to the
edge, and then with a cry she crested, her knees buckling as for the first time
in her life a touch other than her own sent her into orgasm. �Harry�� she breathed. Her knees feeling too weak to support her,
she dropped back on to the mattress, shifting herself back until she lay full
length before him.

He stood at the side of the bed, looking down at her, his
eyes lit with a hunger she�d never seen before, a hunger that made the
sensations start all over again. She
rolled over and reached for his belt, suddenly hungry to see all of him, feel
all of him. She growled her impatience,
�Make love to me, now.�

He pushed her hands aside and with one swift motion
divested himself of his pants and boxers and stood, his erection thrusting
proudly before him. No one could play
co-ed Quidditch with picking up a good working knowledge of human anatomy, and
from everything Ginny knew, he was�impressive.
Not so huge as to frighten her or make her nervous about her first time,
but definitely better equipped than the average.

She scooted over and he joined her on the bed, lying
alongside her, his hands brushing the hair back from her face. He leaned forward, his mouth covering hers
again, and she felt the sensation once more beginning to build. His hands traveled over her body, touching,
stroking, exploring, and making every part of her feel loved. Her own hand were caressing his hair,
kneading his muscles, clawing his back, trying to make him part of her.

Finally his hand returned to her sex, urging her knees
apart to give him access. First one,
then two fingers delved into her heat, probing and exploring, learning what
made her react. His thumb began to roll
around and over her center, making her back arch with sensation. �Please, Harry, I want you��

He rolled over and braced himself above her, her legs
spread, her knees bent, the tip of his erection pressing itself against the wet
heat of her entrance. His gaze bored
into hers, his eyes the most intense green she�d ever seen. �Are you sure?� he whispered, and she almost
cried out in frustration and bucked her hips at him.

He took that as her assent, and eased himself into
her. He knew it was her first time, and
he wanted her to be as accustomed to him as possible before he thrust
home. She was hot and wet and tight, so
tight around him as he finally felt himself resting against her virginity. He remembered something Hermione had done
their first time, so many years ago, and whispered to her, �Bite me.� Her eyes were confused and a little afraid,
and he nodded. �Trust me, Ginny. Bite me.�

He felt her teeth pressing into the meaty flesh of his
shoulder, and as he did, he thrust home, piercing her and sheathing himself
fully within her. Her cry was muffled
against his flesh, and she tasted the saltiness of his blood as her teeth broke
his skin. �Harry, I�m so sorry��

He shook his head, and kissed her, silencing her protests
with his lips, tasting for himself the saltiness of his blood in her
mouth. �Pain for pain, blood for blood,
Ginny,� he smiled, holding himself still while she became accustomed to the
feel of him filling her. As he felt her
tension begin to subside he slowly began to move, gradually increasing the
tempo as her muscles relaxed and she responded. He knew it didn�t always happen, but if possible he wanted her
first time to be complete, so he held himself in check, controlling his need to
spill within her until he felt her clenching around him, cresting into another,
stronger orgasm. As she peaked he let
himself go, increasing his pace, thrusting deeper and harder until he reached
his own release and spilled inside of her.

As the tremors subsided and her vision cleared, Ginny
looked up into the face of her longtime friend and now her first lover. �Wow,� she said, smiling as he chuckled.

�Wow, indeed,� he replied.
He pushed her sweat-dampened hair back from her face and kissed her
forehead. �Thank you,� he said quietly,
smiling at her bemused expression. �For
trusting me, for letting me be your first; for letting me reclaim a moment I
thought I�d let slip through my fingers so many years ago.�

�Harry�� she started to speak, but he put a finger across
her lips.

�I�ll try to explain, Ginny. I love Hermione, and I couldn�t imagine living a day without her,
but you were my first real girlfriend, the first girl I loved enough to want to
be with, like this. I was too insecure,
too afraid to follow through on my desires, and, well, I guess even then my
subconscious knew where my heart lay.
So I let you go, and there was always that little regret that I never
showed you, in this way, how much you meant to me. So, thank you.�

�Thank you, Harry,� she replied, her eyes closing as a tear
rolled down her cheek. �Thank you for
freeing me, for making me whole. Thank
you for being such a good friend, and for having enough room in your heart for
Hermione and me, even if it is for only one night...� Her words trailed off as
she recognized the rhythmic breathing beside her, and cracked one eye open to
see that he�d fallen asleep next to her.
�Thank you.�

~~~~~

It was around 4:00AM when the door to the master bedroom
swung inward and Hermione slipped silently into the room. She looked at the entangled forms of her
husband and her best friend and smiled, glad to see the look of contentment on
Ginny�s face. It looked like she�d been
right after all.o:p>

She sat down on the side of the bed and gently stroked
Ginny�s forehead, slowly bringing her to wakefulness. �Hey, sleepyhead,� she said softly.

Ginny�s eyes grew wide as she realized who was sitting on
the bed next to her. �Hermione! Oh, god, I�m sorry�� she gasped, clutching
the sheets to herself as she struggled to sit up.

�Shhh, Ginny, it�s all right,� Hermione soothed. �My idea, remember?� She tugged on her friend�s hand, urging her
to move over beside her on the edge of the bed. Blushing furiously, Ginny wrapped the sheet around her body and
moved to join her.

�So?�
Hermione teased. �I take it you and
Harry had a good time?� She laughed as
Ginny made shushing noises and glanced nervously at Harry�s sleeping�no,
snoring�form. �Relax, Gin. Harry�s a dear, but after a really good shag
he goes out like a light. It would take
an earthquake or the rising of a Dark Lord to wake him up. So, give!�

Ginny blushed. �It
was�He was wonderful. I was so
scared, I was afraid that I would never be free of what happened to me, but
Harry just kissed me and held me and it all just melted away.� She looked over at her lover�s sleeping form
and smiled. �I think I�d just about
given up believing that I�d ever be able to let any man touch me that way, but
he was so gentle, eveen hen he�you know��

�Popped
your cherry?� Hermione asked with a wicked smile, and Ginny blushed furiously.

�You are shameless!
Yes, even then, he made it something sweet and memorable, not something
to get out of the way. You�re an
awfully lucky woman, Hermione.�

�Don�t I know it!� her friend replied fervently, casting a
fond look at her husband. �I wouldn�t
want him to get more of a swelled head than he already has, but I thank Merlin
every day that we found each other.�
Her smile turned wistful. �I
don�t think anyone would have blamed him if he had turned into the biggest prat
in the world, what with the way he grew up, and then all the hero worship and
awards for The Boy Who Won, but he just shrugs it off. And I can�t count the number of women I�ve
seen who deliberately hide their intelligence from their spouses, just to keep
from threatening their egos, but Harry is proud of how smart I am.�

She
wiped a tear from her eye. �Did I ever
tell you what he did at the first big award banquet we went to together, where
I was the guest of honor?� At Ginny�s
shake of her head she continued, �There was an announcer at the door, one of
those major-domo types with leather lungs that call out the names of each arrival. We were in the queue, waiting to be
presented, and the man started gushing over �the Great Harry Potter�. Well, Harry pulled him aside and talked to
him for about a minute, and when it was our turn, he announced to the room,
�Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Hermione Granger!��

�He didn�t!�

�He ruddy well did!
Spent the whole night correcting anyone who tried to call him �Potter�,
too.� Hermione�s eyes grew even mistier
as she watched her husband sleep. �He
overheard one of the pureblood society snobs makingrackrack about it, something
about it was bad enough that Harry was polluting his family�s blood without
insulting the Potter name, and I thought he was going to skin him alive. He told them,� and she sniffled, �that what
I had accomplished with my life was far more important than anything he had
done because of an accident of birth, and that he would be proud to be known
only as the husband of Hermione Granger for as long as he lived.�

�Wow��

�Yeah, �wow� is right,� Hermione agreed. She suddenly realized how mushy she was
getting and consciously shook herself.
�Enough about me, this night is supposed to be about you!� She pulled Ginny into a hug. �So, do you think Tom is gone for good,
now? No more nightmares about the
Chamber of Secrets to get in your way?�

Ginny smiled a little tremulously. �No, no more Tom haunting me,� she agreed.
�Now there�s a new ghost�, she thought to herself.

�Well, then, we need to start looking to find you a
replacement for Jeremy!� Hermione enthused.
�What?� she asked at her friend�s expression. �You think this was a quick �Wham, Bam, thank you Ma�am,� and
you�d be on your own? Not likely,
Ginny! You have a lot of catching up to
do, and the sooner we find you a decent guy, not a jerk like Jeremy, the
better.� She missed the pained look
that flickered on her friend�s face for a second and asked, �So, what sort of a
man will it take to make my friend deliriously happy?�

The question was too much, and Ginny flung herself to the
bed, sobbing. Hermione stared at her in
shock for a moment, and then, as her gaze shifted between her crying friend and
her sleeping husband, comprehension finally dawned on her. She reached out and pulled Ginny back to her
embrace, refusing to let go when she struggled for a second. �Ginny, I�m sorry, I didn�t realize�� she
soothed. �This isn�t just about that
business with the diary is it? You�re
still in love with him��

�What
am I going to do, Hermione?� Ginny sobbed.
�It was hard enough before, but now?
How am I supposed to just forget about last night?� She tried to control her tears and looked up
at her friend. �I tried to fight it,
but I was so jealous of you two�don�t look so surprised,� she scolded. �When you grow up with six overprotective
older brothers you learn how to hide things.
And just because I was jealous never meant I didn�t want you two to be
happy.

�So I
hid how I felt; once we were out of school and I wasn�t around you two every
day it was easier; I think I even managed to convince myself I was over him,
but now? What do I do now,
Hermione? I had him for one night; that
should be enough, r?

She
buried her face in her pillow, her shoulders shaking, and Hermione tried to
figure out what to do about the mess she had created by meddling in her
friend�s life. It seemed she had cured
one problem, only to replace it with a worse one. Now it was her responsibility to find a solution they could all
be happy with.

Hermione gently ran her hand through Ginny�s hair, trying
to provide some comfort while she furiously ran through all their options. She�d meant every word she�d said to both
Harry and Ginny earlier, that she loved them both enough to not feel threatened
by sharing Harry with her to help her heal, but this was different. Ginny�s reaction made it clear that her
feelings still ran strong and deep, and Hermione mentally castigated herself
for not realizing it sooner. Nor could
she blame her for her feelings, or even resent them. Hermione had told Ginny that she didn�t mind sharing her husband
with her best friend, and she hadn�t lied.
She smiled as she recalled her discussion with Harry, and his somewhat
shocked reaction when she�d half-jokingly said that Ginny had tempted her to switch
teams�

Her hand froze on Ginny�s head as the idea blossomed in her
head, and her insistently logical side started picking at it, trying to find
the flaw. Her hand resumed its soothing
motion as she tried to consider the notion from every possible angle, and then
realized that trying to apply logic to emotions was what had gotten them in
this mess in the first place. Perhaps
it would be better, just this once, to jump without looking, to make a lef
ff
faith. �Ginny?�

�What?�

�What if it wasn�t for just one night?�

Ginny�s head jerked up, her expression shifting through
several emotions: confusion, surprise, shock, doubt and hope all warred for
dominance, and in the end, hope won.
�Hermione, do you really mean--?�

�Well, we have to ask Harry as well, of course, but somehow
I don�t think he�ll object all that strenuously. And even if he does have any reservations, between the two of us
we should be able to�persuade him to give it a try?� Hermione smiled encouragingly at her, gently running her hand
down her friend�s cheek.

Ginny�s expression continued to shift between hopeful and
doubtful as the possible consequences of such a decision ran through her
mind. �What will people say, though, if
we live together? What will our
families think?�

Hermione snorted.
�Well, let�s see; after they retired, my mum and dad joined a swinger�s
club. They don�t think I know about it,
but I do, so if they say one word I can cut them off at the knees. Harry just has Remus and Sirius; Remus is
married to Tonks, who can be a different woman every day of the month�and has
been, I�ve caught them more than once.
The first time I almost killed him because I thought he was cheating on
her!

�Sirius, well, how can I put this gently�oh, hell, the man
has the morals of a tomcat. Thank
Merlin for magical prophylaxis and protection, or there�d be little Grimms all
over the place!

As for
your family�Ginny, I love them all, but every one of them is as bent as Snape
in drag.� They both shuddered a little
at the visual, and then Hermione continued:
�Ron is shacked up with both Padma AND Parvati Patil; Gred and Forge
swap off between Angelina and Alice almost as often as they trade jumpers; Bill
is married to a half-Veela; Percy is �married� to Justin Finch-Fletchly; and I
think Charlie would marry one of his dragons if he could figure out how to post
the banns. And your parents love them
all, and could care less what�or who�they do.
Do you think it will matter to them that you�re living with Harry and I,
once they see that it makes you happy?�

�What about you, Hermione?
Won�t you mind sharing Harry with me?�

Her friend just smiled at her. �I didn�t mind last night, Ginny; if once was all right, who�s to
say something more permanent wouldn�t be better? Besides, there�s another question that�s just as important as
whether or not I mind sharing Harry with you.�

Ginny eyed her a bit warily, all too familiar with her
friend�s earthy sense of humor. �And
that would be�?�

�Whether or not I�m going to mind sharing you with him,�
Hermione whispered, and kissed Ginny on the lips.

Ginny�s eyes flared wide at the feel of her best friend�s
mouth hungrily plastered to hers. She
didn�t know why she wasn�t more surprised by Hermione�s actions towards her;
perhaps it was because she was privy to the details of so many of her friend�s
escapades with her husband, but whatever the reason, it felt almost natural to
have Hermione�s lips, so very different from Harry�s, caressing her own. After only a moment of hesitation she began
to respond, accepting that, no matter how convoluted the path had been that led
her here, finally she�d come home.

~~~~~

�Hermione!
Ginny! I�m back!� Harry called,
hanging his cloak on the stand by the door.
He carried the packages of Chinese takeout into the kitchen and set them
on the table, and then noticed the large, oval box with the note propped on
top. Opening the note, he recognized
his wife�s neat handwriting:

Marshal
Potter;

There�s
trouble in Tombstone.

Come to
the Midnight Star.

~your
Soiled Dove~

Harry opened the box and lifted out the flat-crowned,
wide-brimmed hat. It was black felt
with a silver band, and it fitted his head perfectly. As it settled into place, he felt a transfiguration charm pass
over thst ost of his clothing, and looked down with a bemused expression to see
that his outfit now matched the hat; black, low-heeled boots, black broadcloth
pants with a button fly, a white linen shirt with a black string tie, a black
and silver brocade vest, with a heavy silver pocket watch and fob, and a black
frock coat that reached to his knees. A
fan of Muggle westerns might have recognized the clothing as being identical to
that worn by Kurt Russell in the film �Tombstone�; there was no doubt that the
look suited his broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted form perfectly.

With a chuckle Harry headed for the spiral staircase that
led to the basement of the house.
Shortly after moving in, Harry had remodeled the large, empty space into
a sort of men-only sanctuary, where he and his friends could gather to have a
few drinks, share a few jokes, and talk about sports or whatever masculine
endeavors caught their fancy withoutyes"> She had, in other words, completely �tarted herself up�, and
obviously was enjoying the effect.

Ginny�s look was, in some ways, even more erotic. She was dressed simply and elegantly in what
would have been the height of respectable fashion in 1880s Tombstone. The dress
was high necked and long sleeved, with a fitted bodice and a skirt that flared
out over a modest bustle. The fabric
was a pale peach organdy that complemented Ginny�s coloring perfectly, with
panels of silk moir� in the front giving it style and character. He noticed that she was wearing fingerless
white lace gloves, and that her button hooked shoes concealed and accentuated
her slim ankles. It was, without a
doubt, the sexiest thing he�d ever seen her wear, and he smiled a little at the
thought of what the marshal was likely to ask of the schoolmarm before the end
of the night.

Harry knew Ginny was still not as adventurous as Hermione
when it came to these little role-playing scenarios. She was a willing and enthusiastic participant, and he knew that
Hermione often asked her for her suggestions and desires, but she wasn�t about
to initiate any of their games on her own.
Then again, Harry himself was rarely the instigator (though when he was,
they tended to be spectacular; he wasn�t the son of a Marauder for nothing), so
he didn�t feel too concerned about Ginny�s hesitancy in this one area. They were all supremely happy, and every
time Harry woke up with the two women he loved spooned on either side of him he
marveled at his good fortune.

He was
listening with one ear as Hermione described the current scenario, something
about ranchers and farmers and being a �confident heterosexual� (whatever the
hell THAT meant), and as she spun the framework of their fantasy, his thoughts
drifted to. of all things, the luncheon they�d attended together the week
before, and Hermione�s remarks during it.

�You
know, our relationship is a lot like Dim Sum,� she�d said out of the blue, once
again managing to make Harry choke on what he was drinking, this time the hot
green tea served by the Chinese restaurant.

�What do you mean, Hermione?� Ginny had asked as she
pounded on Harry�s back.

�Well, take our current selections,� Hermione replied,
picking an order of spring rolls off the cart as it passed. �When one person orders Dim Sum, they get
one entr�e and an appetizer, filling, but rather boring. When two people order, they not only get to
eat their own entr�es, they get to sample each other�s. A much better arrangement, but still
somewhat limiting.

�But when three people order Dim Sum together, not
only does it increase the variables tremendously, but the management rewards
you with a bonus.� She�d reached under
the table and given both Harry�s and Ginny�s knees a quick squeeze, making them
jump. �In other words, my dears, �with
three you get eggroll�.�

~Fin~
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With Three You Get Eggroll

With Three You Get Egg Roll

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