Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warning: Adult Context of sexual themes.

Understanding

by Ydream08

Chapter 1

Harry had thought it wouldn't happen again.

"Fuck," he seethed as the sound of his balls slapping to her thighs echoed in the silent common room. His grunts easily mixed with her mewls and Harry couldn't remember what was so bad about this idea.

His fingers dipped harder to her hips to move her on his length, it helped that she met with his thrusts but still. She was unbelievably tight. And hot. So fucking beautiful, she was.

Holding onto the back of the couch, her arse bared with her skirt pooled around her waist, all Harry could see was her profile. Her riatus curls even obscured that small peek of perfection, but Harry reminded himself that he would take her from the front next time.

Shamefully aware how his own trousers had slipped off his arse, Harry quickened the pace so that they could both be over and retreat to their rooms.

Reaching for her clit, Harry sluggishly circled it, trying his hardest to tip her off the edge so that he could find his release too. Her gasps came more frequent and finally she stilled long enough that Harry understood she was strung like a wire. Her walls clenched tighter around him that one last time, and Harry rode her orgasm to find his own in a few thrusts.

His deep groan was less likely to be noticed than what would have been her scream if she hadn't had bitten down on a cushion.

Sighing, he slipped outside and got to arrange his clothing. She was ready much quicker than him, which only caused him to fumble with his buttons and curse at his clumsiness.

He was aware of her blush, the short glances thrown his way as she cleared her throat.

"I'll see you in the morning," she whispered to which Harry would have nodded better if it were not for his misplaced glasses.

Correcting them, he was only able to catch her disappear to the stairs of the girls' dormitory. "See you, Hermione."

"I'm telling you, mate, she's barking mad!" Ron whispered. His eyes searching Three Broomsticks whether the subject of his distress was around.

"And you've only now realized?" Hermione asked indignantly. She lowered her Butterbeer which had left a mustache of foam over her lips. Harry averted his gaze and scrunched his face lest the images of licking the white line to finally claim her lips overwhelmed him. This had to stop.

"Oh, what? I'm the one to blame? You were damn jealous I had a girlfriend-"

"I was not jealous," shrieked Hermione.

"-You fucking were! You didn't speak to me for weeks."

"Because you were acting like a sod." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Why would I ever be jealous of your friendship with Lavender Brown of all people?"

"It's fine, mate," Harry intervened. "You're rid of her, right? Quidditch is going well this season, you are the best Keeper and we still have months till our mid-term exams. Lots of time to study."

Harry looked at Hermione at the last part, she sighed but corrected. "Seven weeks precisely."

Nodding, Harry wrecked his brain to change the subject and Hermione's distraction gave the best excuse.

Ron followed her gaze first. "I can't believe she's with Dean. Look at them."

Harry looked over his shoulder to see Ginny and Dean snuggled up in a booth by the corner. As if sensing his gaze, Ginny made eye contact with him but he shrugged and turned away. He wasn't interested anymore, if he were to be honest.

Getting trapped in Hermione's serious gaze, Harry swallowed thinking what he had done wrong. Sure, he and Ginny were over, and somehow Hermione had filled the space left by the younger Weasley, but Harry felt like he was getting himself into trouble.

Ron's anger over his sister's overtly affection dimmed when Hermione interjected him to be reasonable, giving example how Ginny had never intervened to Ron and Lavender's snogging sessions in the common room, but even that didn't calm the agitated silence of the trio.

Harry looked back at Hermione. She stared off at the couple, Ginny and Dean, and what Harry saw in her eyes were inspection and longing both.

He couldn't give her that. There had not been a conversation, but Hermione knew. It had started as a means to relieve stress, both were aware.

Harry and Ginny had been in one of those tense fights. Not like they had been seeing each other. Their strained relationship was precisely because they were not- a couple, that is.

Hormones and whatnot, of course Harry had been daydreaming in class about ravishing Ginny without all of the emotional burden she brought- because damn Merlin, but Harry was attracted to her on a basal level first, her character and humour aside. And he was a young man whose needs climbed to unnecessary heights.

So when he had angrily thrown his bag on the ground and sat plump next to Hermione to vent about Ginny's irrational behaviour, his focus had been diverted by Hermione's more feminine features he had never grown to appreciate.

First he had noticed how her skirt rode up on her thighs with how she sat one leg under her bosom. Then it was the peek of her bra where her shirt was tight enough that the buttons barely held the hems together. And finally her smell when she hugged to console him that Harry found that his wild ideas were quite very much applicable on Hermione as well.

And without thinking, he had nipped at her neck where he had already buried his head. She had gasped, asking him what he was doing. But her voice had turned on something in him that urged him to kiss, lick and nibble at her soft flesh while one of his arms circling around her loosened, and his hand found to cup her arse.

He had lifted her into his lap and snogged the daylights out of her that day. And the next, when Hermione had drawn him to an alcove to talk about it in private he had fucked her into bliss.

That had been the first time. Now, as the sixth year was slightly more than half over, Harry had established a regular understanding with her.

Most of the time Harry was the one to seek out this... understanding. Hermione went along with it, thankfully. Their exchange helped her to forget Ron, Harry understood. He speculated that's why Hermione continued it.

For Harry, the advantage that Ginny was already gone from his mind as he grew a liking to Hermione's curls, had been the first motivator, but nowadays he liked having his cock buried in Hermione. It made all of his problems very far away.

Harry wasn't blind to see Hermione would soon request more, though. If not from him and somebody else, still their understanding had to be ended. But for now, he dismissed the cry of his own conscious in favor of Occlumency lessons with Snape and coaxing Slughorn for information.

When Katie Bell got cursed on their way back to school, Harry had forgotten all about the concern of a relationship. There was a world to save.

Hey!

This is me trying to figure out Harmony. I can't seem to come up with a plot for these two, but I'll try to explore this scenario. I'm not promising anything.

-Ydream08