Harmione One Shots

| Write Me A Story About Us pt. 3

~ Souls Entwined, Forever and Always ~

Harry was still riding the high from their little 'inspiration session' and it's been half a month since then.

Initially, when he had offered to edit her works, he had done so just because he enjoyed teasing Hermione on occasion. All throughout school the girl had been fairly unflappable and unfailingly logistic when it came to tackling problems, so it really was a treat to see her blush. He hadn't been expecting her to accept. Sure, he had hoped she would, prayed for it even, but he was still expecting a no.

So it was a shock when she agreed, but he wouldn't say anything to contradict her decision, he wasn't going to talk himself out of a good thing after all.

Harry considered the following month of corrections and editing the best of his life. He had always had an underlying attraction to Hermione, ever since he had seen her at the yule ball and finally got his eyes working to see what was in front of him. He wasn't lying when he told her he thought about her often. He did. He felt guilty about it but he did it regardless.

The attraction had always been there since then, and the only thing holding him back from plucking up the courage to ask her out was the fact he didn't want to ruin the carefully constructed friendship they had built up over the years. He had a sneaking suspicion the same thing had been troubling Hermione, even if she hadn't even realised it herself.

They were drawn to one another but there was always the underlying fear that something would happen or one of them would do something that broke them apart forever. They both knew they wouldn't survive such a split.

The chance to read the erotica she had written was like a mild form of escapism for him, he read her work and made it sexier, then he got to picture them both in those situations and he could deal with his feelings for a little bit.

A wrench was thrown into the works, however, when Harry began to notice the signs of arousal in Hermione as he read her stories back to her. It was more subtle than it would have been on him but the rubbing of her thighs, the squirming, and the increased breathing pace all clued him into the fact that she liked what she was hearing, she liked his corrections, and if he was right then the best part about it was his voice doing the reading.

Harry fully accepted that as a person he could sometimes, and often was, described as a 'cheeky little shit', which was a consequence of his growing up around people he hated. He found solace in teasing and goading people and while it had started out as sarcasm and sass in school it blossomed into light teasing jabs and mild innuendo as he left school and spent more and more time sequestered away and only talking to Hermione for weeks on end.

Thankfully, she didn't mind and even gave as good as she got which was wonderful, but that's why he got the bright idea to start swapping the names of the protagonists to their own. After all, if she was so turned on just hearing him read her stories, maybe he could give her a little bit of sublime torture by making her fantasise about the both of them getting down and dirty, even if he had to bite the bullet and picture those scenarios himself. Hermione never seemed to comment on the visual signs of his arousal, thankfully. Teasing was one thing but commenting on and accepting the fact they were both helplessly horny was a bit too shameless for the two of them at that moment.

Harry was sad to finish the last of her works, partly because the teasing sessions would be over and partly because he had no new works from her to read. She really did have a way with words, just not the sexual ones.

He had thought that was it and was content to return to the status quo having had his fun, but then Hermione came out of nowhere asking for him to tie her up and he legitimately thought he had died and gone to heaven because there was no way his best friend was asking him to engage in bondage when they'd never even kissed before.