Good news and bad news! Don't you just love this game? Good news, I'm going to go ahead and post this, even though I didn't want to just yet. Bad news, I'm going to post it now because my computer is in serious need of a reset and I will most likely have to do that before I can post any more. I'm trying to get it worked out so I can do it very soon and be up and running again before long. So-we'll see how it goes. That shouldn't stop you from reviewing though. :D Enjoy!!
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Harry heard her voice long before he was fully awake. He listened to her talk, knowing that he wasn't fully processing what she was saying.
"Did I make it worse? I thought it might help, but-"
"You didn't make it worse, no," another voice answered. Madam Pomfrey, he thought, though he couldn't be sure. "There's nothing that can make it worse."
"But he didn't react like that before."
"That's nothing to do with the potion, dear," the woman laughed.
"If it's based on stimulation, though-"
"It would be based on any stimulation which, for a boy his age, can even be a stiff breeze. You didn't make it worse."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm very sure. Now, here are the potions I've told you about. This one twice a day, as long as his stomach can handle it. This one every three hours. If he's sleeping, it can be extended to five hours, but no more than that. Make sure he drinks plenty of water and get him to eat if you can. Other than that, just keep doing what you're doing and let me know if you need anything."
Harry heard the door close and listened to the silence around him. He thought that Hermione had gone out with their guest, but then he heard her. She was flipping through the pages of a book.
"Hermione?" he said, his voice coming out in a rough whisper.
The book clunked to the floor and he felt the bed shift. "I'm here. Are you all right? Do you need anything?"
He shook his head slowly, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him as he moved. "I'm fine. Was that Madam Pomfrey?"
"Yes. She's brought a few potions that you need to take. Can you sit up for a minute?"
"That depends. What potions are they?"
"One is to keep you from dehydrating so quickly, and the other will give you a bit more energy, just to keep you from losing consciousness so often." She reached out to put her hand on his shoulder and he flinched. "Harry?" she asked, frowning.
"Sorry," he muttered, blushing. "It's just that-when you touch me, it makes me need to-"
Her eyes widened. "Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Can you sit up on your own, then?"
He tried, tensing his stomach muscles in effort. It almost worked. He got halfway up, then flopped back again. "My stomach hurts," he said, grinding his teeth against the flare of pain that crawled through his body.
"I'm not surprised. You use a lot of muscles during-sexual activity. And you've had more than enough of that, haven't you?" Hermione laughed. "Relax your muscles and don't tense up. It'll be harder to lift dead weight, but you'll just hurt yourself if you try to help." She slid her hand under his pillow and pulled. With a great deal of effort, she pulled him into a sitting position.
He quickly took the potions from her, careful not to touch her hand as he did, and swallowed them. Neither tasted fantastic, but they weren't horrible either. He felt some of the ache ease from his tired muscles as she laid him back down on the bed. "So I won't pass out if it happens again?"
She shrugged. "You might, I don't know. If you do, it shouldn't last as long."
"So I get to lie here and wait for the next one?"
"You were doing that anyway. Granted you were asleep before, but that didn't seem to stop it from happening."
"True," he said, shifting against the pillows. "You're going to stay here, right?"
"Of course. Where else am I going to go?"
He took comfort in that, and let his eyes fall shut although he wasn't the least bit tired anymore. He'd gotten used to the steady need that was pulsing through him and could almost block it out now, even knowing that it was likely to flare again at any moment.
His mind immediately went back to something Hermione had said before. Of course, you're very attractive. He silently chided himself for holding onto that. She didn't mean it that way. Obviously, she meant it empirically. She thought he was attractive. That didn't mean that she was attracted to him.
She watched you wank. She admitted to being turned-on by watching it, his mind argued. Again, though, that didn't mean anything specific. She could have just as easily been turned on by the act itself, whether he was the one doing it or not.
He had no idea how she felt about him, then. Not really.
She kissed you.
His mind had a point there. He had been pretty out of it at that point, but he distinctly remembered her pressing her lips to his as she'd stroked him to a second orgasm.
And then, there was that. She'd gotten him off. Twice. Of course, she'd said that she wanted to test a theory and, knowing Hermione as he did, he knew that was a possibility. If anyone could approach this situation with a clear and scientific mind, it was Hermione.
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
He was almost sorry he'd said anything, even before he said it. "Why did you kiss me?"
She was quiet for a long moment, then sighed. "I wanted to. I probably shouldn't have, but-given what I was doing at that moment, it seemed-right."
What the hell does that mean? He felt affronted for some reason that he couldn't quite understand. "You wanted to?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"The truth?"
"Please."
She shifted next to him, moving closer, and he could feel the warmth coming from her. "It excited me when I watched you. I don't know why. It might have been because it was something I shouldn't have been seeing, or maybe just because it was the first time I'd ever seen a man aroused. Or-well, I don't know why. That's not the point, though." Harry thought it was a rather good point, but didn't argue. "The fact is, I was-"
She paused so long that Harry had to laugh. "Horny?"
She scoffed. "Yes, thank you, Harry," she muttered. "I was-horny. And I wanted to know what it would feel like to kiss you. I wanted to know more than that, actually, but you passed out. Which is a good thing," she added quickly, "because I don't think that's really the best way to get into that particular situation."
"So you kissed me because you were horny?"
"Would you stop using that word? It's vulgar. And yes, that's why. Can you blame me? Honestly, you were lying there naked, and my hand was touching you and you were panting and flushed and I couldn't help but notice-"
She trailed off, shifting away from him. "Couldn't help but notice what?"
He opened his eyes to look at her. Her cheeks were rosy and she was chewing her lip frantically. Her gaze flicked from his mouth to his eyes and she smiled tightly. "Your mouth," she said softly. "I noticed how full your lips are, and they looked so soft. I wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked."
He felt his heart rate double when he realized that she was leaning toward him. "Oh," he whispered. "And-are they?"
"Yes."
Her breath panted against his lips, their faces only inches apart. "Hermione?" he whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Should we-?"
"I don't know," she sighed, and then her lips were on his. Her hand came up and brushed his cheek and he felt certain that his heart was going to explode. His stomach clenched and he moaned softly.
She pulled back just slightly. "Easy, Harry," she said, smiling. "Take it slow."
"I can't," he whimpered. He could already feel the freight train of his climax coming on.
"Yes, you can. Just relax." She kissed him again, with more force this time. He reached up and wound his fingers into her hair, desperate to get lost in her. He was glad that his hormones were raging, because they quickly blocked out the little part of his brain that was trying to remind him just who he was kissing.
He wrapped his other arm around her shoulders and pulled her toward him, his deepening need overriding any sense of caution he might have had. He wanted her touching him in any way that he could have it. She reciprocated with a passion of her own.
He was so lost in what was going on that he very nearly missed the knock on the door. Hermione started to pull away, but he couldn't let go of her. His brain was sluggishly trying to make sense of who could possibly be knocking on the door when the only two people in the world were right here on this bed.
"Harry-mmph, Harry, let go."
He couldn't. Didn't she understand that he couldn't? He was beyond being able to control what he was doing.
"Harry," she said again, her hands moving to his face. "Let go, just for a minute. All right?"
And then she was out of his arms and he was suddenly very cold and very miserable. "Hermione?" he moaned.
She pulled the blankets over him and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "It's all right. I'll get them to go away, okay? I'll come right back."
He thumped his head back into the pillows, forcing his eyes open so he could watch her as she left the room. Good God she has a beautiful little arse, he thought, then blushed. He wasn't supposed to be noticing things like that. He wasn't allowed to let himself think that way about her. She was Ron's, and he had Ginny. He and Hermione couldn't happen.
His thoughts seemed remarkably clear for the moment and he took a minute to lift the sheets and peer down at his body. "Oh, God," he muttered. The skin on and around his genitals was red and irritated, and that was bad. His penis, however, seemed to be slightly less hard than it had been and that was wonderful.
"It's wearing off," he mumbled. "Oh thank God, it's wearing off."
That realization was followed immediately by the realization that he had to pee. He didn't have any idea what time it was and, therefore, didn't know when the last time was that he'd gone. His bladder was definitely under strain.
He sat up, his head swimming, and scooted to the edge of the bed. His legs were shaky when he stood, but they seemed strong enough to hold him. He intended to take it slow, but his bladder wasn't going to let him.
Instead, he dashed toward the nearest door, the one opposite the door Hermione had gone out. He let out an urgent whimper when he realized he was in a study. There was no other door, so he turned and started back across the room to the other door. He grabbed the sheet off the bed and hastily wrapped it around him as he went.
This door opened onto a small hallway and he peered down it anxiously, trying to decide which door might be the bathroom. There was only one way to go, however, so he headed that direction. The first door was another bedroom, the second led into what looked like a library.
He was getting so desperate that he was about to start looking for a potted plant to use when he heard Hermione's voice coming from the end of the hall. "Hermione?"
She was quiet for a minute, then called back. "Yes, Harry?"
"Where's the bathroom?"
She appeared at the end of the hall, smiling tightly. "It's right here, but you won't be able to use it in your state."
Oh shit, he thought. He hadn't thought of that. "I have to go."
She laughed. "Can you hold it for another minute?"
"No," he sighed, then shrugged. "I'll try."
"Just give me one minute."
She disappeared again and he leaned against the wall, crossing his legs. He didn't know what would happen if his bladder decided to go ahead and let loose, but he didn't like to think about it. Instead, he wondered at the fact that his condition seemed to be, finally, going away. He reached down, a bit self-consciously, and gave his penis a little poke. He immediately wished he hadn't, because it hurt like hell. It didn't, however, bring on the feeling of imminent release.
It had actually softened just a bit more and he was thinking he would possibly be able to take care of business after all. It couldn't hurt to try, at least. He went into the bathroom and pushed the door to before crossing to the toilet.
It was a relief, to say the least, to take care of this particular need. It would have been even better had Hermione not opened the door when he was about halfway through. "Oh! I didn't think you'd be able to go."
He gaped over his shoulder at her for a second before finding his voice. "Erm, Hermione? I'm sort of-peeing here."
"Uh huh," she said, blinking at him.
"Could you-I'll be done in a second, if you can just-"
She blinked again, then laughed. "Oh, Harry. You're just too funny sometimes." She backed out and shut the door, still laughing. He shook his head and finished up with a blush on his cheeks. He washed up, tied the sheet more tightly around his waist and started back out of the room.
He just had time to register that Hermione was standing just outside the door before a near-crippling wave of lust rolled through him and his knees gave out.
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