Harmione One Shots

The Shower

Summary: When Hermione hears a thump from the bathroom while Harry is in there, she panics and charges in, leading to an unexpected, educational encounter.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to Anonymous on Ao3

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She froze when she heard the thump, and turned towards the bathroom. "Harry?" Sprinting, she threw open the door and charged in, then stopped in her tracks.

"Hermione? What the bloody...!" Harry Potter sat on the floor of their little shower stall in all of his glory. Both of his hands had been wrapped around his ankle when she entered, but now they flew to guard a different appendage.

"What happened?" she demanded, her heart still pounding from the seconds of panic that had preceded her entrance.

"I just slipped, that's all. Reckon I might have sprained my ankle a bit." He looked at said ankle, but didn't return a hand to it, as it appeared that both of his hands were necessary to fully cover his... thing.

"I'll get a salve. Do you need a pain potion?"

"No, it's fine."

She left the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door since she would be going right back in there.

As she went to her bag, she tried desperately to rid her mind of the glimpse she had gotten before his hands moved into place. She'd never actually seen one of them before, at least not in person, barring the occasional toddler allowed to run about on the beach without trunks. She never allowed Viktor to venture below her waist, nor did she venture below his.

Retrieving a salve that would heal his ankle in short order, she returned to the bathroom, where Harry was still keeping his hands in place. He moved his thigh for coverage so that he could remove a hand and reach for the salve, but she shook her head. "I'll do it. It will be easier to do from the front, which you won't manage unless you're much more flexible than you've shown yourself to be thus far."

She entered the stall, ignoring the water that was still raining down from above. She would just use a drying charm later. Refusing to overthink it, she knelt down in front of her very naked best friend and began applying the salve to his ankle.

He sighed. "That's good."

"Good," she murmured, looking up at his face. As she did, however, her gaze faltered. He had forgotten to move his hands to account for her new angle, and the tip of his penis was now visible to her. Oddly, it was moving on its own, seemingly stretching towards her.

After a moment, she realized what was happening, and quickly looked back at his ankle, heat surging into her face.

"Er, Hermione..."

She didn't dare to look up again. "What?"

"You're wearing a white shirt."

"Yes, and...?" She looked down at herself, and faltered again. The front of her shirt had gone mostly see-through, and she wasn't wearing a bra today, as she didn't most days in the tent. She quickly brought an arm up to cover her mostly visible chest. "Oh."

Now blushing furiously, she looked up at Harry, and her gaze paused on what was now a most definitely erect cock, half-visible to her eyes.

"Hermione!" Realizing where she was staring, he quickly moved his hands, but even both of his hands now weren't enough to completely block her view.

She finally lifted her gaze to his. His face was as red as hers was, and he was staring at her with an expression of disbelief.

She smiled at him, growing more comfortable as time passed. After all, Viktor had seen that part of her, and Harry was much more important to her than Viktor had ever been, albeit in a different way.