About Harry

Hermione

I'm in front of his door. I cannot deny that I'm nervous. He is in there. The light is on.

I knock and nothing happens. I knock again, nobody comes at the door. I start to knock insistently my mind already swirling with nefarious premonitions that end up in being wrong. He opens the door.

Shirtless.

My god.

I succeed with difficulty in moving my gaze from his midriff to his chest, and finally to his face. He looks ok, a little careworn maybe; he hasn't shaved, and I can see a shadow under his eyes but, on the whole, I would say he looks fine, better than usual actually, this wild look suits him.

I pause to reflect at the injustice reserved for us women. Why when we leave ourselves go, we look like monsters and when men do the same, they look just sexier? It's unfair.

He gives me one of his most charming smiles 'Hey Hermione! Such a surprise! What are you doing here? How's it going?'

I'm taken aback. I was expecting a totally different reception. I don't exactly know what I was expecting but not this cheerfulness.

While I'm struggling to find my voice, he pulls me inside 'Come on in, you are in perfect time. You can join us!'

Join us? Who's here?

He leaves me at the entrance and goes to the living room. I quickly follow and when I get there my blood chills in my veins. There are two women there. Two, not very much dressed, women sitting on the sofa.

He goes to them, and they gather to him like bees on honey looking at me curiously, but not very disturbed by my presence.

'Harry, what are you doing?' I ask bewildered.

'What does it look like?' He answers with a grin while one of the girls is basically eating him alive.

'Who are these women?'

'Good question'

He lifts the face of one of them very much occupied in learning his body by heart, looking studiously in her eyes, but then he shrugs 'In the end, who cares?' starting to kiss her neck voluptuously unlatching her bra with a swift move.

Caresses are starting to be more audacious, and I panic; I don't want to assist to this.

'Do you want to come or do you prefer to watch?' Harry says pausing a moment from the general groping.

I try to shout, but my voice is coming out in a broke shrill 'Harry, you cannot!'

'Why not? I've got definitely enough energies for all of you' and bringing one of them down on the sofa he says smiling lustily 'and you'll be first'

She giggles and, thrusting a hand in his pants, she manages to make my panic soar in a bolt, unlocking me from my paralysis.

'HARRY, STOP THIS INSTANT!' I shout with all my voice.

He lifts his head surprised, and now I realise his gaze is strange.

'Why?'

'STOP! STOP' I order him pulling him away from the girl. 'I want you to stop!'

'Hermione, what are you doing?' he replies upset.

I must be drastic. I take my wand pointing it straight to his chest 'If you don't stop, I'll stun you!'

The two women start to giggle, they are probably muggles, but I don't care, I won't allow him to go any further.

I can see a glimpse of something menacing in his eyes, but it goes away quite fast.