This is my first try at fanfic. This chapter has Harry/Hermione. Also features Dobby, Ginny, and OC. At the beginning, Harry's still with Cho C.

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Harry had just been on a date with Cho Chang, and it had left him depressed. He liked her a lot (naturally – he was going out with her) but spending time with her was becoming less and less enjoyable. She had a tendency to burst into tears at the slightest thing that reminded her of Cedric Diggory. Worse, she seemed to be deeply jealous of Hermione Granger, as if Hermione and Harry were romantically involved. As he made his way to his room, Harry shook his head. If only romance was much more simple. Cho was nice, yet overemotional. Their relationship wasn't ideal. "If only romance was easier," he murmured to his empty room. "I wish my love life was... was more enjoyable. Sexier. Simpler."

Incredibly, his wish was about to be granted.

That morning, Harry had found Dobby in his room. It'd been very early, and the House Elf had rambled on about something he had found that day, and how he had immediately thought something so incredible should belong to his benefactor, Harry. Harry had forgotten about Dobby's visit – he was half-asleep when the House Elf had entered, and had barely heard a word the elf said. Now, as soon as he mentioned the word 'wish', he heard a faint crackling sound behind him. As he finished his heartfelt wish, he turned to the ever-loudening sound.

He could see a lamp on his bedside table – a very old-fashioned lamp, with what looked like Arabic letters around its edge. Smoke was rising from its end, and Harry stared as the smoke flashed many different colors – grey, blue, green, purple – then formed into the shape of a shimmering, humanlike being. In fact a girl who appeared to be about his own age. She was curvy, vaguely-Arabic-looking, dressed in a t-shirt and denim skirt. Her legs and feet were bare, and she wore anklets and bangles that looked like they were made of pure gold, as well as a golden watch on her left wrist. Her long, silky black hair reached her full behind, which Harry eyed appreciatively. All in all, she was actually pretty hot.

"Hello there, Mister Harry James Potter," she said, smiling at him brightly. Despite her Near-Eastern looks, she had a distinctly lower-class British accent. "My name is Ahu'rend'zulphandrusandra, and I'll be your genie for such a time as I'm obliged to serve you."

"Serve me?" Harry repeated, still in shock. He eyed her voluptuous body. "In what way?"

The genie crossed her arms, inadvertently drawing Harry's attention to her lovely round breasts. "Not like that, mate. Mind out of the gutter." She held up three, elegant fingers. "Three wishes. That's the deal with us genies in our bottles. It's our job. I've already granted your first wish..."

"But I never knew that would count as a genuine wish," Harry protested.

"Don't matter, mate," said the genie. She sat down on his bed, and crossed her bare legs, causing her bangles and anklets to jingle. "The lamp belongs to you. It was your gift, right? You make a wish in my presence, it still counts. It will take effect..." the genie glanced at a watch on her wrist, "any minute now." Harry automatically looked at the clock. It was 7:30. "You can't take it back without wasting another wish," the genie was saying. "S'the rules. So you'll just have to be more careful with your remaining two. You can wish for anything. Anything you want. World domination, lots of money, a life supply of good lemons—"

"Why would I want a life supply of lemons? What's so good about lemons?"

"Lemons are sexy, kid."

Harry shook his head in confusion. "We are talking about the citrus fruit, right? Yellow? Bitter?"

The genie waved a hand dismissively. "Alright, forget lemons. Look, if you have any other wishes, give me a buzz. Otherwise, leave me alone. You woke me up after a one thousand year sleep, and I was having a damn good dream about talking monkeys." She vanished in a puff of smoke.

Harry stared at the genie's lamp. What. The. Hell. "Dobby," he said grimly. Where the bloody hell did he get a magic lamp from? It seemed like it was Arabian, yet Dobby never popped off for the odd bit of sightseeing in Arabia, surely? Harry had a sudden mental image of Dobby in wearing the traditional Arab keffiyeh headgear, taking snapshots of local mosques. Dobby could disappear and reappear at will, yet Harry couldn't imagine the House Elf using that ability to pop out of Britain for a holiday.

So how? Where? Why?

"Merlin, that house-elf is always getting me into trouble."

Having a lamp that granted you three wishes was great, but he couldn't yet be sure it was a trustworthy artefact. After all, all the Second Year trouble had been caused by a magical artefact that seemed useful, yet was actually malignant. He needed to find out more about this thing. He decided to find Dobby and make the House Elf tell him everything he knew about that lamp. Dobby would never knowingly harm Harry, yet his ability to make situational judgements had always been... shit.

Harry left his room purposefully, strode through the Griffindor Common Room, and left through the portrait. He didn't notice as two figures left the bustling common room and slipped out after him.

He strode through Hogwart's corridors, which at this late hour were fairly deserted. "Harry, wait!"

Harry turned around, and was surprized to see Hermione and Ginny hurrying after him. "Hello," he said in confusion. "What are you doing out at this late hour? It's nearly bed time."

"We wanted to talk to you," said Hermione. She kept striding forward until she had stopped only inches away from him, Ginny at her side. "By the way, what are you doing out here at this time? Are you off to try and make up with Cho? I heard you two had an argument. You're about to make up?"

Harry felt guilty. He'd completely forgotten about his girlfriend. "Not exactly."

"Good," Hermione purred. "There's a personal matter Ginny and I need to discuss with you." She glanced about the empty hallway.

Ginny motioned to a classroom, and unlocked the door with a quick spell. "As far as I know this room is never used," she said. "It will be... private..." She and Hermione dragged Harry inside. Hermione relocked the door with her wand, and then cast a quick silencing spell on the room.

Harry sat down on a desk, and stared at the two girls. "So what's up?"

They exchanged a glance. Harry was surprised to see that they were blushing. Hermione sat next to him on the table. Ginny just stood in front of him, blushing furiously. "Harry," said Hermione, "Ginny and I care for you very much." She leaned closer to him. "Only a few minutes ago, we came to a decision. You're too important for us to let you slip through our fingers." She leaned forward, and kissed Harry on the lips.

Harry couldn't believe what was happening. He'd dreamt of this happening – innocently in his sleep and devilishly in the daytime. But he'd never expected it to actually occur. He and Hermione were just friends! Cho was his girlfriend! He couldn't just...

Merlin, it was such a good kiss...

Tongue, Hermione was doing things were her tongue that Cho had never...

Cho!

Harry broke the kiss. "Hermione, I can't do this! I've got a girlfriend. I care for you very much but..."

"We don't mind sharing you," Hermione said softly.

Harry's eyes widened. "We? Sharing?"

Hermione gazed into his eyes dreamily. "You look like you're enjoying yourself." She grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulled him towards her, and kissed him again passionately. "And Harry," she purred into his mouth, "we've barely got started."