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Break Up Sex

Harry’s tried very hard to stay out of the Ron, Hermione, Lavender drama. He’s got his own pressing issues to worry about. But when the three of them happen to hear Ron bragging to Seamus about using Lavender to get in Hermione’s pants and his plans to string both of them along, they hex him and run off crying. Harry reluctantly follows to offer his support. The girls cry on his shoulder before making up and apologizing to each other for the way they acted. Then, they begin to plan their revenge. After a bit of back and forth, Lavender suggests shagging Harry and recommends Hermione does the same. Hermione reacts predictably, but Lavender presses, pointing out that she must have thought about Harry sexually at some point. Harry remains silent and stumbles his way into the most unlikely threesome he’s ever imagined.

Through Hell

(Came up with this idea while working on a rough outline for my idea Lillith.)

Harry was the only one to truly die that fateful night on Halloween. He died protecting his infant sister by dragging the Dark Lord’s soul, or at least part of it, straight to the depths of hell. There, he grew for the next sixteen years. He couldn’t be touched because of his innocence, nor could he be rescued. His time spent in hell taught him a lot about magic and the afterlife. There were very strict rules about when the dead could interfere with the living. During his sister’s fifth year, an opportunity finally arrives when her best friend, Hermione, is about to be assaulted by a group of Slytherins taking advantage of Dumbledore’s exile from the school.

Harry freezes time for everyone but him and Hermione, introduces himself, and gives her an offer. She’s fated to lose her virginity that night, and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it. She can either accept her fate or offer it to Harry as a sacrifice that would grant him the power and the consent to appear in the world of the living. Hesitantly, Hermione takes his offer. After sealing the deal, Harry renders the Slytherins impotent. He wanted to kill them, but that was against the rules.

Using Hermione as his connection to the world of the living, he visits her in her dreams, slowly seducing her and imparting what little information he can. Eventually, Hermione studies enough and picks up enough of Harry’s hints that she makes him an offer of her own. Her body for a month if he can get rid of Umbridge. Harry gladly accepts.

For the rest of fifth, sixth, and seventh years, Harry aids Hermione, Ron, and his sister in any way he can. He and Hermione also takes great pleasure in her continual sacrifice.

(I have a rough idea of where I want this story to go, but I haven’t quite worked out an ending yet.)

Needs

Hermione lay in her bed, bundled under the warm blankets, as a harsh wind whistled outside, whipping the canvas tent. She was drifting in the moment between awake and asleep; when the mind wandered between dreams. She was brought back to reality abruptly when the mattress dipped and a warm hand wrapped around her waist. Her eye shot open, and her hand gripped her wand. With a quick, well-practiced flick, she cast a sleeping spell on Ron to ensure he didn’t see what was going to happen next.

Harry crawled under the blankets and pressed himself against her back. His moist breath ghosted over her ear, and his excitement prodded her bum. But amongst the warm, she felt the locket, cold and hard, against her spin. He was the only one who could wear it without losing his mind. When Ron and Hermione had tried to wear it, it had nearly driven them to kill. It affected Harry, too, but to a much lesser extent. Hermione suspected it was his strong will and tried not to think too hard about the other possibilities.

His hand ghosted under her shirt and then grasped her breast. Hermione hissed, pain mixing with pleasure as she ground her bum against his persistent erection. Her knickers grew damp from the anticipation of what was to come. Harry got like this every few days. It was like the dark thoughts from the locket built to a breaking point that caused him to come to her. But even back on their first night, Hermione decided that if Harry needed to take out the stress and pressure he was feeling on her body, then so be it. And she had allowed him to, gladly.

(Don’t want to give too much away, but you know I always add a much-needed bit of fluff at the end. Probably just a oneshot.