Harry Potter One-Shot: A Tutor Treat
TITLE: A Tutor Treat
FANDOM: Harry Potter
RATING: MA/NC-17
PROMPT: lessons
CHARACTERS: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
PAIRINGS: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
WORDS: 2676
SUMMARY: Harry and Hermione study for the First Task late into the morning and Hermione tries a rewarding method. WARNING for underage sexuality.
STORY NOTES:
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“Accio!”
It was the umpteenth time Harry had performed the spell and still the rune dictionary Hermione held barely moved in her hands, the pull on it fleeting.
That was a nice try, Harry,” said Hermione encouragingly. “The dictionary nearly slipped out of my fingers that time. I'm sure you'll get it right on your next try.”
Harry threw his wand down in frustration. “What's the point, Hermione? We've been at this for hours and I'm getting worse at this charm not better.” He flopped down onto the floor in front of the fireplace, his back resting against the foot of the couch.
Hermione sighed, setting the book down on a nearby table before moving to sit on the couch, tucking her legs underneath her, and her knees touching Harry's shoulder. They stared quietly into the dying fire of the common room fireplace, contemplating the fact that it was now early morning that they had trained into with not much progress to account for.
Normally I'd recommend turning in for the night and getting some sleep but we're running out of time,” said Hermione, breaking the silence while running her fingers through the hair on the top of Harry's head. “In less than a day you'll be facing a dragon, Harry. A DRAGON! And I'm scared for you. The other champions are older; more experienced and weren't tricked into the tournament like you, Harry.”
Harry closed his eyes and leaned into her light touch, focusing on the rhythm of her fingers. “I can't back out of the tournament, Hermione, you know that. Crouch told Dumbledore it was a magically binding agreement. Even if there was a way to get out, I'd be ridiculed by everyone here at Hogwarts and I'm sure the entire Wizarding World would get in on it too. I can just imagine what Rita Skeeter would write for the Prophet and it wouldn't be pleasant let me tell you.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and rapped Harry on the side of the head. “Sometimes I wonder where your priorities are, Harry. The public is going to believe whatever they want to believe. Most of the school thinks you actually entered the tournament of your own volition - even Ron - and they thought you were the Heir of Slytherin two years ago as well. I'd rather focus on keeping you alive than what any mindless sheep here thinks about it. That's why learning the summoning charm is so important, you need your broom for the task and I'm determined to make sure you're able to get it when you need it!”
Harry turned towards Hermione and he looked up at her impassioned face. The firelight reflected in her shining eyes and Harry saw a side of Hermione he hadn't seen before. The light showed off her pink cheeks, moist lips and her bushy hair that was tied back in a ponytail and that view along with the pajamas she had changed into gave Harry the impression he was seeing a side of Hermione that few if any had the privilege to witness and he liked what he saw.
Hermione noticed Harry staring up at her and averted her gaze towards the fire, clearing her throat and self-consciously patting down her hair. Harry lowered his eyes too but that didn't help clear his thoughts as his view was now of Hermione's pajama-clad chest and his stomach fluttered to a degree he used to associate happening when watching Cho Chang.
Hermione was aware of Harry's eyes still on her and unconsciously licked her lips. The look on her face gave away the number of thoughts racing through her head at the situation presented to her. She coughed quietly to gain Harry's attention, his eyes jumping up to meet hers.
Harry, as a tutor, when you reach an impasse with learning you try other techniques to see if they'll work better for the situation. We've tried all of those already, and seeing as this is something magical we're trying to learn maybe regular Muggle methods won't work. Normally I wouldn't even think of trying this but you are my very best friend, Harry, and I love you. So how about we try something,” she wet her lips again. “Different.”
Harry swallowed reflexively and tightened his grip on his wand. “Different?” said Harry softly. “Like what?”
Hermione appeared to steel herself before straightening in her seat and reaching out for Harry's hand. “We're going to make learning the summoning charm more personal,” said Hermione, standing up and tugging Harry up with her. “Maybe if you have some incentive to get the charm right, you'll learn it faster. So aim your wand at me.”
What?” said Harry, slightly befuddled. “Hermione, if I can't summon a book from your hands, what makes you think I can summon you to me?”
Hermione's giggles tinkled throughout the dark common room. “You're not going to summon me, Harry. At least not yet.” She stepped up and gave him a kiss on the cheek before backing up and spreading her arms out to each side. “Go ahead and try to pull the buttons off my top.”
Harry's eyes went wide, both from the kiss and Hermione's request. “But, that would … I mean,” Harry stuttered. “I can't do that. I don't want to embarrass you.”
Yes, you can do it, Harry,” said Hermione, smiling. “You won't embarrass me. I want to do it. I can see you want to do it and I'm pretty sure we might like what happens if you get it right.”
Harry looked unsure and slightly queasy but raised his wand just the same. “Alright, Hermione, I trust your judgment even more than mine sometimes, so why not now too. Accio!”
The top button on Hermione's top jiggled and the pull tugged her top slightly away from her chest.
Almost, Harry,” said Hermione. “Take a deep breath and concentrate on the reward that's at the end of this spell.”
Harry's resolve strengthened and he waved his wand again. “Accio!”
The top two buttons of Hermione's pajama top flew off the clothing and zoomed towards Harry so quickly that he ducked out of the way as they soared past into the dark behind him. Harry turned his attention back to Hermione quickly enough to see the pajama top start to part and show off his friend's usually well hidden cleavage.
Fantastic, Harry!” said Hermione excitedly, hopping up and down. “Try it again; we need to make sure you can perform the charm on a whim.”
Dazed by the view in front of him Harry nodded absentmindedly. “Accio!”
The final three buttons on Hermione's top jerked off just as quickly as the last attempt but this time came to Harry at a normal rate, letting him catch them in his hand.
You did it, Harry!” said Hermione gleefully as she closed the gap between them and jumped into Harry's arms. “I knew you could do it.”
Harry nodded into Hermione's hair, savoring the feel of her body softness clinging to him. Before he could get used to the feeling of Hermione pressed against him, she stepped back and looked up into his eyes.
And now, it's time for your reward,” said Hermione in a whisper.
Harry watched on in awe as she stepped into the firelight and posed for him. He stared at the uncovered patch of pale skin that had been hidden between the folds of her top. Harry took particular interest in the bare cleavage displayed to him and realized something shocking.
You're not wearing a bra!” exclaimed Harry. “This whole time, with me, alone.”
Of course not, Harry,” said Hermione matter-of-factly. “I changed into something I'd wear to bed before we started studying and I don't know if you realize this but they aren't exactly that comfortable, more constricting than anything. I can't imagine not being comfortable when I'm trying to sleep. And if I can't be comfortable in front of you who can I be?”
But, but,” stuttered Harry. “If you … you'll show me your-”
And maybe that's what I want to show you, Harry,” interrupted Hermione, stepping up to Harry and grabbing his hand, placing it on her breast under her top. “See, I trust you. Trust me with this, Harry. You're going to be facing a dragon in a matter of hours and I'd like to forget that for a little while and enjoy our time together.”
Wow,” said Harry softly, in awe of the girl in front of him.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders and eased the pajama top off, revealing her topless body to Harry. Despite the confidence in her eyes, she looked slightly vulnerable to him standing there with his hand on her breast. Harry shifted the palm of his hand and his other hand entered the fray, as he enjoyed the feel of Hermione's curves. Her pale chest, untouched by the sun eagerly leaped at his touch, her budding breasts reveling in Harry's caress.
She pressed against Harry and pushed him backwards. When the back of his legs hit the couch, Harry stumbled down onto it and Hermione followed, straddling his lap. Before he could react, she leaned down and captured his lips with hers in a long kiss. Hermione's hands wandered across his shoulders and chest, her palms putting a pleasant pressure against him.
After a few minutes, Harry broke the kiss. “Hermione, I've never, uh, gone this far with a girl before,” he said quietly. He blushed at the truth but held Hermione's gaze, trusting her with his vulnerability.
Hermione smiled and kissed Harry's nose. “Neither have I, Harry,” she admitted, “but, I have read quite a few books on the subject-”
Of course you have,” interrupted Harry with a smile. “I'm not sure McGonagall would approve of your reading list if she knew.”
Hermione playfully slapped Harry's shoulder, her mirth having a delightfully wonderful effect on her breasts from Harry's point of view. “And you'll thank me for it,” she said firmly, before giving Harry a naughty grin. “And I'm positive that Professor McGonagall would not approve of what we're about to do.”
Reaching down, Hermione pulled Harry's head back to her, kissing him thoroughly. “Touch me,” said Hermione between kisses, pulling his hands onto her gyrating body. She moved one hand back to her chest and let it explore unhindered while she guided the other down her smooth stomach and into her pajama pants.
Right there,” panted Hermione. “Rub it.”
Harry willingly let himself be led to Hermione's curves, reveling in the intimacy he was experiencing with his best friend. He deepened the kiss as she guided his hand into her pants and under the panties she was wearing where it was met by a small patch of finely groomed hair and just beyond that was Hermione's vagina.
Once Harry's hand reached Hermione's pelvis area, he noticed her breathing begin to quicken. Hermione's grip on his neck and shoulders tightened with every caress and touch Harry made to her slit. As his fingers stimulated her they gained some wetness as her vaginal lips lubricated itself and moistened. Harry slipped a finger inside and Hermione squeaked into his ear, clutching to his body fiercely with every stroke his finger made.
Hermione's soft moans grew increasingly frequent under Harry's ministrations and she grew more aggressive as a result, rocking her hips against his, pinning his hand in the process and delivering pleasurable sparks to both of their genitals. Harry's appreciative moan encouraged Hermione to continue and she increased her movements in response.
Hermione pulled Harry to her breast and he immediately latched on, greedily suckling her nipple like it would quench the thirst he held for her at that moment. Hermione's hands ran through his hair, clenching down and holding his head to her breast just as her vagina clenched down on his stroking fingers.
Oh, Harry,” panted Hermione. “I'm almost there, just a little more.”
Harry heard that and with his own stimulation having him on the edge of ejaculating in his trousers, he took it as a challenge and gave one last push to the finish. With his free hand, Harry moved it down Hermione's back and slipped it into the back of her pajama pants, gripping her round derriere and putting even more pressure on her gyrating hips.
Cum for me, Hermione,” said Harry, pulling away from her breast to capture her mouth in a kiss. “I love you, too.”
That proclamation seemed to trigger Hermione's orgasm, as she jerked in pleasure on top of Harry and began to ride his body in earnest, riding out the waves of pleasure she was feeling. Harry in turn hit his peak when he witnessed the serene look of pleasure and happiness on Hermione's face combined with the overwhelming intense amount of pleasurable friction on his penis and the musky smell that was beginning to develop around their coupling.
Their lips met and they quieted each other's moans with loving kisses as they let their heated bodies meld and become almost one in a heap of pleasure. Harry fell back onto the couch and Hermione came along with him as they tried to recover from the sexual activities that just took place.
Wow,” panted Harry, lifting a sweaty strand of Hermione's bushy hair. “I can't believe that just happened.”
Hermione giggled into his neck. “Yeah, that was unexpected, but pleasant.”
Oh yeah it was,” confirmed Harry, now caressing Hermione's bare back. “I honestly can say that if that's how we're studying from now on, I might challenge you for top of our year.”
We don't have to just do this for studying, you know,” said Hermione, smirking. “I hear there's this thing called being in a relationship that's become pretty popular these days.”
We could do that I guess,” said Harry slowly, inviting Hermione to bite his shoulder playfully, which she did. “Okay, okay, are you sure you want to be the Boy-Who-Lived's girlfriend?”
Hermione propped up one elbow on Harry's chest and pretended to think about it. “I think that's something I can agree to,” she said. “After all, if anyone can handle you I think it would be me, the brightest witch of our age.”
Harry smirked. “And believe me; I want you to handle me all you want.”
Oh, Harry!” said Hermione, shaking her head softly. Moving her elbow off his chest, she leaned back down and rested her head on his shoulder. “I truly love you, Harry. Thank you for trusting me enough for me to trust in myself to love you.”
Harry put his around Hermione's back and held her close. “I should be the one thanking you, Hermione. You were right, as usual. One of the reasons I not only trust you, but learned to love you too.”
Starting to drift off into sleep, Hermione stayed awake long enough to say, “And to think, you'll be facing a dragon in a matter of hours.”
Harry's eyes snapped open, and he looked down to find Hermione having fallen asleep and breathing softly against his chest. The whole first task and the summoning charm had completely escaped his mind after experiencing Hermione like he just had. Having the whole upcoming ordeal mentioned again threatened to bring those feelings of fear back he had earlier, but looking down to the peacefully sleeping, half-naked Hermione resting on top of him, Harry could only feel happiness, and with everything that had happened during the year and his life, Harry knew he would fight anyone, even Voldemort, let alone a dragon now that he had her by his side. But he always had her by his side; it was only now he knew it, loved it and knew he would succeed because of it.
Besides now that he learned the summoning charm, the dragon task should be a piece of cake. Of course, he wouldn't be a male if he didn't see if Hermione wanted to do some final studying up when they woke up later. He'd be sure to do that.
FANDOM: Harry Potter
RATING: MA/NC-17
PROMPT: lessons
CHARACTERS: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
PAIRINGS: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
WORDS: 2676
SUMMARY: Harry and Hermione study for the First Task late into the morning and Hermione tries a rewarding method. WARNING for underage sexuality.
STORY NOTES:
- An alternate take on the studying scene in Chapter 24 "The First Task" in Goblet of Fire.
- Written for Porn Battle IX
- Version of story for submission posted in this thread
- Crossposted to hp_fanfiction, harrylovesmione
***
“Accio!”
It was the umpteenth time Harry had performed the spell and still the rune dictionary Hermione held barely moved in her hands, the pull on it fleeting.
That was a nice try, Harry,” said Hermione encouragingly. “The dictionary nearly slipped out of my fingers that time. I'm sure you'll get it right on your next try.”
Harry threw his wand down in frustration. “What's the point, Hermione? We've been at this for hours and I'm getting worse at this charm not better.” He flopped down onto the floor in front of the fireplace, his back resting against the foot of the couch.
Hermione sighed, setting the book down on a nearby table before moving to sit on the couch, tucking her legs underneath her, and her knees touching Harry's shoulder. They stared quietly into the dying fire of the common room fireplace, contemplating the fact that it was now early morning that they had trained into with not much progress to account for.
Normally I'd recommend turning in for the night and getting some sleep but we're running out of time,” said Hermione, breaking the silence while running her fingers through the hair on the top of Harry's head. “In less than a day you'll be facing a dragon, Harry. A DRAGON! And I'm scared for you. The other champions are older; more experienced and weren't tricked into the tournament like you, Harry.”
Harry closed his eyes and leaned into her light touch, focusing on the rhythm of her fingers. “I can't back out of the tournament, Hermione, you know that. Crouch told Dumbledore it was a magically binding agreement. Even if there was a way to get out, I'd be ridiculed by everyone here at Hogwarts and I'm sure the entire Wizarding World would get in on it too. I can just imagine what Rita Skeeter would write for the Prophet and it wouldn't be pleasant let me tell you.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and rapped Harry on the side of the head. “Sometimes I wonder where your priorities are, Harry. The public is going to believe whatever they want to believe. Most of the school thinks you actually entered the tournament of your own volition - even Ron - and they thought you were the Heir of Slytherin two years ago as well. I'd rather focus on keeping you alive than what any mindless sheep here thinks about it. That's why learning the summoning charm is so important, you need your broom for the task and I'm determined to make sure you're able to get it when you need it!”
Harry turned towards Hermione and he looked up at her impassioned face. The firelight reflected in her shining eyes and Harry saw a side of Hermione he hadn't seen before. The light showed off her pink cheeks, moist lips and her bushy hair that was tied back in a ponytail and that view along with the pajamas she had changed into gave Harry the impression he was seeing a side of Hermione that few if any had the privilege to witness and he liked what he saw.
Hermione noticed Harry staring up at her and averted her gaze towards the fire, clearing her throat and self-consciously patting down her hair. Harry lowered his eyes too but that didn't help clear his thoughts as his view was now of Hermione's pajama-clad chest and his stomach fluttered to a degree he used to associate happening when watching Cho Chang.
Hermione was aware of Harry's eyes still on her and unconsciously licked her lips. The look on her face gave away the number of thoughts racing through her head at the situation presented to her. She coughed quietly to gain Harry's attention, his eyes jumping up to meet hers.
Harry, as a tutor, when you reach an impasse with learning you try other techniques to see if they'll work better for the situation. We've tried all of those already, and seeing as this is something magical we're trying to learn maybe regular Muggle methods won't work. Normally I wouldn't even think of trying this but you are my very best friend, Harry, and I love you. So how about we try something,” she wet her lips again. “Different.”
Harry swallowed reflexively and tightened his grip on his wand. “Different?” said Harry softly. “Like what?”
Hermione appeared to steel herself before straightening in her seat and reaching out for Harry's hand. “We're going to make learning the summoning charm more personal,” said Hermione, standing up and tugging Harry up with her. “Maybe if you have some incentive to get the charm right, you'll learn it faster. So aim your wand at me.”
What?” said Harry, slightly befuddled. “Hermione, if I can't summon a book from your hands, what makes you think I can summon you to me?”
Hermione's giggles tinkled throughout the dark common room. “You're not going to summon me, Harry. At least not yet.” She stepped up and gave him a kiss on the cheek before backing up and spreading her arms out to each side. “Go ahead and try to pull the buttons off my top.”
Harry's eyes went wide, both from the kiss and Hermione's request. “But, that would … I mean,” Harry stuttered. “I can't do that. I don't want to embarrass you.”
Yes, you can do it, Harry,” said Hermione, smiling. “You won't embarrass me. I want to do it. I can see you want to do it and I'm pretty sure we might like what happens if you get it right.”
Harry looked unsure and slightly queasy but raised his wand just the same. “Alright, Hermione, I trust your judgment even more than mine sometimes, so why not now too. Accio!”
The top button on Hermione's top jiggled and the pull tugged her top slightly away from her chest.
Almost, Harry,” said Hermione. “Take a deep breath and concentrate on the reward that's at the end of this spell.”
Harry's resolve strengthened and he waved his wand again. “Accio!”
The top two buttons of Hermione's pajama top flew off the clothing and zoomed towards Harry so quickly that he ducked out of the way as they soared past into the dark behind him. Harry turned his attention back to Hermione quickly enough to see the pajama top start to part and show off his friend's usually well hidden cleavage.
Fantastic, Harry!” said Hermione excitedly, hopping up and down. “Try it again; we need to make sure you can perform the charm on a whim.”
Dazed by the view in front of him Harry nodded absentmindedly. “Accio!”
The final three buttons on Hermione's top jerked off just as quickly as the last attempt but this time came to Harry at a normal rate, letting him catch them in his hand.
You did it, Harry!” said Hermione gleefully as she closed the gap between them and jumped into Harry's arms. “I knew you could do it.”
Harry nodded into Hermione's hair, savoring the feel of her body softness clinging to him. Before he could get used to the feeling of Hermione pressed against him, she stepped back and looked up into his eyes.
And now, it's time for your reward,” said Hermione in a whisper.
Harry watched on in awe as she stepped into the firelight and posed for him. He stared at the uncovered patch of pale skin that had been hidden between the folds of her top. Harry took particular interest in the bare cleavage displayed to him and realized something shocking.
You're not wearing a bra!” exclaimed Harry. “This whole time, with me, alone.”
Of course not, Harry,” said Hermione matter-of-factly. “I changed into something I'd wear to bed before we started studying and I don't know if you realize this but they aren't exactly that comfortable, more constricting than anything. I can't imagine not being comfortable when I'm trying to sleep. And if I can't be comfortable in front of you who can I be?”
But, but,” stuttered Harry. “If you … you'll show me your-”
And maybe that's what I want to show you, Harry,” interrupted Hermione, stepping up to Harry and grabbing his hand, placing it on her breast under her top. “See, I trust you. Trust me with this, Harry. You're going to be facing a dragon in a matter of hours and I'd like to forget that for a little while and enjoy our time together.”
Wow,” said Harry softly, in awe of the girl in front of him.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders and eased the pajama top off, revealing her topless body to Harry. Despite the confidence in her eyes, she looked slightly vulnerable to him standing there with his hand on her breast. Harry shifted the palm of his hand and his other hand entered the fray, as he enjoyed the feel of Hermione's curves. Her pale chest, untouched by the sun eagerly leaped at his touch, her budding breasts reveling in Harry's caress.
She pressed against Harry and pushed him backwards. When the back of his legs hit the couch, Harry stumbled down onto it and Hermione followed, straddling his lap. Before he could react, she leaned down and captured his lips with hers in a long kiss. Hermione's hands wandered across his shoulders and chest, her palms putting a pleasant pressure against him.
After a few minutes, Harry broke the kiss. “Hermione, I've never, uh, gone this far with a girl before,” he said quietly. He blushed at the truth but held Hermione's gaze, trusting her with his vulnerability.
Hermione smiled and kissed Harry's nose. “Neither have I, Harry,” she admitted, “but, I have read quite a few books on the subject-”
Of course you have,” interrupted Harry with a smile. “I'm not sure McGonagall would approve of your reading list if she knew.”
Hermione playfully slapped Harry's shoulder, her mirth having a delightfully wonderful effect on her breasts from Harry's point of view. “And you'll thank me for it,” she said firmly, before giving Harry a naughty grin. “And I'm positive that Professor McGonagall would not approve of what we're about to do.”
Reaching down, Hermione pulled Harry's head back to her, kissing him thoroughly. “Touch me,” said Hermione between kisses, pulling his hands onto her gyrating body. She moved one hand back to her chest and let it explore unhindered while she guided the other down her smooth stomach and into her pajama pants.
Right there,” panted Hermione. “Rub it.”
Harry willingly let himself be led to Hermione's curves, reveling in the intimacy he was experiencing with his best friend. He deepened the kiss as she guided his hand into her pants and under the panties she was wearing where it was met by a small patch of finely groomed hair and just beyond that was Hermione's vagina.
Once Harry's hand reached Hermione's pelvis area, he noticed her breathing begin to quicken. Hermione's grip on his neck and shoulders tightened with every caress and touch Harry made to her slit. As his fingers stimulated her they gained some wetness as her vaginal lips lubricated itself and moistened. Harry slipped a finger inside and Hermione squeaked into his ear, clutching to his body fiercely with every stroke his finger made.
Hermione's soft moans grew increasingly frequent under Harry's ministrations and she grew more aggressive as a result, rocking her hips against his, pinning his hand in the process and delivering pleasurable sparks to both of their genitals. Harry's appreciative moan encouraged Hermione to continue and she increased her movements in response.
Hermione pulled Harry to her breast and he immediately latched on, greedily suckling her nipple like it would quench the thirst he held for her at that moment. Hermione's hands ran through his hair, clenching down and holding his head to her breast just as her vagina clenched down on his stroking fingers.
Oh, Harry,” panted Hermione. “I'm almost there, just a little more.”
Harry heard that and with his own stimulation having him on the edge of ejaculating in his trousers, he took it as a challenge and gave one last push to the finish. With his free hand, Harry moved it down Hermione's back and slipped it into the back of her pajama pants, gripping her round derriere and putting even more pressure on her gyrating hips.
Cum for me, Hermione,” said Harry, pulling away from her breast to capture her mouth in a kiss. “I love you, too.”
That proclamation seemed to trigger Hermione's orgasm, as she jerked in pleasure on top of Harry and began to ride his body in earnest, riding out the waves of pleasure she was feeling. Harry in turn hit his peak when he witnessed the serene look of pleasure and happiness on Hermione's face combined with the overwhelming intense amount of pleasurable friction on his penis and the musky smell that was beginning to develop around their coupling.
Their lips met and they quieted each other's moans with loving kisses as they let their heated bodies meld and become almost one in a heap of pleasure. Harry fell back onto the couch and Hermione came along with him as they tried to recover from the sexual activities that just took place.
Wow,” panted Harry, lifting a sweaty strand of Hermione's bushy hair. “I can't believe that just happened.”
Hermione giggled into his neck. “Yeah, that was unexpected, but pleasant.”
Oh yeah it was,” confirmed Harry, now caressing Hermione's bare back. “I honestly can say that if that's how we're studying from now on, I might challenge you for top of our year.”
We don't have to just do this for studying, you know,” said Hermione, smirking. “I hear there's this thing called being in a relationship that's become pretty popular these days.”
We could do that I guess,” said Harry slowly, inviting Hermione to bite his shoulder playfully, which she did. “Okay, okay, are you sure you want to be the Boy-Who-Lived's girlfriend?”
Hermione propped up one elbow on Harry's chest and pretended to think about it. “I think that's something I can agree to,” she said. “After all, if anyone can handle you I think it would be me, the brightest witch of our age.”
Harry smirked. “And believe me; I want you to handle me all you want.”
Oh, Harry!” said Hermione, shaking her head softly. Moving her elbow off his chest, she leaned back down and rested her head on his shoulder. “I truly love you, Harry. Thank you for trusting me enough for me to trust in myself to love you.”
Harry put his around Hermione's back and held her close. “I should be the one thanking you, Hermione. You were right, as usual. One of the reasons I not only trust you, but learned to love you too.”
Starting to drift off into sleep, Hermione stayed awake long enough to say, “And to think, you'll be facing a dragon in a matter of hours.”
Harry's eyes snapped open, and he looked down to find Hermione having fallen asleep and breathing softly against his chest. The whole first task and the summoning charm had completely escaped his mind after experiencing Hermione like he just had. Having the whole upcoming ordeal mentioned again threatened to bring those feelings of fear back he had earlier, but looking down to the peacefully sleeping, half-naked Hermione resting on top of him, Harry could only feel happiness, and with everything that had happened during the year and his life, Harry knew he would fight anyone, even Voldemort, let alone a dragon now that he had her by his side. But he always had her by his side; it was only now he knew it, loved it and knew he would succeed because of it.
Besides now that he learned the summoning charm, the dragon task should be a piece of cake. Of course, he wouldn't be a male if he didn't see if Hermione wanted to do some final studying up when they woke up later. He'd be sure to do that.