Best Friends with Benefits

Chapter Three - Explorations

'Hermione...? Hermione, wake up...' a voice was heard close to the brunette's ear, she frowned and kept her eyes closed but now someone was tagging at her covers. 'Hermione you have to wake up, it's breakfast time... Harry said I should wake you up...' the voice was heard again and Hermione finally moaned and opened her eyes to be greeted by little Morgana who looked ready for the day. 'Harry helped me, he says it's time for the sleeping beauty to wake up...' Morgana said with a smile and Hermione smiled and took Morgana on her bed with her for a good morning cuddle.

'That's what he said?' Hermione asked sleepily but with a smile on her face.

'Yes, he also said something about you and your sleeping schedule but I didn't understand,' Morgana reported and Hermione chuckled as she felt her cheeks flaming. She and Harry had talked about the ruined sleep schedule they had in the past days as their new deal was keeping them from sleeping at nights...

It had been a few days ever since Harry and Hermione made the deal of only sex and so far it was working amazingly, every frustration, every worry and problem was vented at nights in Hermione's bedroom or Harry's, whichever was the closest from their snoging spot, Harry almost never left Hogwarts for the night and his flat hadn't seen him for days, Hermione couldn't be happier to have him there, it was great.

The term had started beautifully and the first Quidditch match was to take place the next day with Gryffindor playing against Hufflepuff, Hermione was doing great as the Transfigurations teacher and Harry's seminar was quiet successful with a lot of students taking part in – even if half of them was the Potter fanclub-, Morgana had also adjusted, being the favorite girl of the entire school and having most of the teachers baby sitting by now, from Neville who took her to the greenhouses and taught her the use of various herbs to Hermione herself who had her as a living example of small transfigurations in the advanced classes, of course that sometimes had its toll as Morgana had begged of her Godmother not to change back to normal her transfigured pink hair Hermione had created in the chapter of "How to disguise yourself without potions." for the seventh years...

Hermione was moving down the stairs twenty minutes later, all awaken and ready for the day as Harry was on the common room's couch, reading the Prophet or rather flipping through its pages to make sure no fake scandal was there with their names in, they both knew the newspaper could have a first class "scandal" if it was for their secret deal to be learnt but they both had kept the secret safe, even if sometimes it was difficult.

'Good morning,' he said with a smile and gave her a kiss on the cheek, they both made sure they would be separated by the time Morgana was to be up as a little child can reveal a lot of things by accident but they didn't mind, they were both morning people anyway.

'Hey you,' Hermione answered and they both smiled at each other for a long moment, the night before evident in their post-awesome-night glow.

'Can you stop staring at each other so we can go and eat? I'm starving, Mione...' Morgana complained as her little blue eyes traveled from Hermione to Harry and back to her with a pout on her lips. The adults chuckled and Harry scooped Morgana up in his arms – like every morning- and the trio started moving outside their common room to be greeted by students who were moving to the Great Hall and took Morgana by the hand to escort her, the girls of the houses loved the little girl.

'Sometimes I think she's Ron's, with all the appetite and pouts...' Harry said and Hermione chuckled but shook her head.

'Naah... The ginger gene would have been plugged in...' Hermione said and Harry shrugged with a smile, Morgana was already a couple of feet before them with a bunch of five years from Gryffindor. As the two kept on moving down the corridor they were greeted by a very lost to her world, professor Trelawney, the woman turned her eyes on them the moment she felt or saw them.