Harry's voice.
"I heard shouting. Are you okay?"
The door handle rattled.
"Luna—" Hermione hissed, but there was no time. The door was opening, Harry's concerned face appearing in the gap—
Hermione moved on instinct, scrambling to her feet and turning so her back faced the door. She heard Harry's sharp intake of breath, felt his gaze on her bare arse—
And then he was gone, the door slamming shut, his footsteps pounding down the corridor.
"Oh dear," Luna said mildly.
"He saw—did he see—" Hermione whirled around, heart racing. "Luna, did he see you? Did he see our—"
"I don't think so. I was behind you, and you stood up very quickly." Luna tilted her head thoughtfully. "I believe he only saw your ass."
"My arse."
"It's a very nice ass. You shouldn't be embarrassed."
"Harry just saw my naked arse!"
"Yes. That's what I said." Luna began calmly collecting her clothes. "You should probably go after him. He seemed distressed."
Hermione dressed faster than she ever had in her life, not even bothering with her bra, just yanking her shirt over her head and pulling up her jeans. "This is a disaster. What if he saw more? What if he tells someone?"
"Harry wouldn't tell anyone about seeing your bottom. He's very honourable."
"That's not the point—"
"Go," Luna said, giving her a gentle push toward the door. "I'll clean up here. Gerald needs a moment to recover anyway."
Hermione went.
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She found Harry in the kitchens.
He was sitting at one of the long wooden tables, his face buried in his hands, while Winky hovered nearby, looking concerned.
Hermioned paused for a moment, but then found her step again.
The other elves gave her a wide berth as she approached—apparently, the tension in the air was palpable.
"Harry."
He flinched. "Hermione. I'm so sorry."
"What?"
"I shouldn't have opened that door. I heard sounds, and I thought someone was hurt, and I just—I didn't think—" He still wouldn't look at her. "I saw your... your..."
"My…?"
"Your arse. That. And I'm so sorry, Hermione, I never meant to—"
"Harry, stop." Hermione sat down across from him, torn between relief and something else she couldn't quite name. He only saw my arse. Thank Merlin, he only saw my arse. "It's fine. I'm not angry."
"You should be. I violated your privacy—"
"You were worried about me. That's not a crime." She paused, a terrible thought occurring to her. "Wait. Was my arse really that bad? Is that why you ran away?"
Harry finally looked up, his expression horrified. "What? No! Your arse is—I mean, it's very—that's not why I—"
"Then why did you bolt like a frightened rabbit?"
"Because I saw my best friend naked! You're not supposed to see your friends naked! It's weird!"
"So my arse is weird?"
"NO! Your arse is great! Perfect! I just—" Harry groaned, dropping his head back into his hands. "I'm making this worse, aren't I?"
Hermione found herself fighting a smile. "No. Go on."
"I'm sorry. Again. I'm so, so sorry."
"Harry, it's fine. Really." She reached across the table and tugged his hands away from his face. "Look at me. I'm not upset. A little embarrassed, maybe, but not upset."
He met her eyes reluctantly. His face was still flushed, and—Hermione couldn't help but notice—there was a definite bulge in his trousers.
Oh.
Oh, that's...
Her own cock stirred with interest.
AGAIN?!
"I feel terrible," Harry said. "Is there anything I can do? To make it up to you?"
"I can think of a few things," Hermione heard herself say.
"Yeah?"
"You could show me your arse. Then we'd be even."
Wait. Did I just—
The words hung in the air between them. Harry stared at her, his eyes wide, his blush deepening.
"You want to see my...?"
"Fair's fair, isn't it?" Hermione's heart was pounding.
This was reckless. This was insane.
Why was her mouth talking all on its own?
But she couldn't stop herself from imagining it—Harry's arse, bare and vulnerable, and her cock sliding between those cheeks—
"I... okay. If that would make you feel better, I could—"
"There you are."
They both jumped.
Blaise Zabini stood in the kitchen doorway, looking impeccable as always. His dark eyes swept over the scene—Hermione and Harry sitting close together, both flushed, both clearly aroused—and something knowing flickered in his expression.
"I've been searching everywhere for you, Potter." His voice was smooth, casual. "Come, let's do that thing we mentioned before."
Harry blinked. "What thing?"
"You know. The thing." Blaise's gaze flicked pointedly toward Hermione, then back to Harry. "Very time-sensitive. We should go now."
"Oh. Right. The thing." Harry stood up so fast he nearly knocked over the table. "Sorry, Hermione, I have to—there's a thing—"
"Go," Hermione said, her mind reeling. "We can talk later."
Harry practically fled the kitchen, Blaise trailing behind him with a smirk that suggested he knew exactly what he'd interrupted.
Hermione sat alone for a long moment, her cock throbbing, her thoughts in chaos.
What just happened?
What thing does Harry have with Blaise?
And why do I feel like I just missed something very important?
Hermione couldn't shake off a great sense of deja vu.