Then he wrote a note to both Daphne's and Hermione's fathers, explaining what had happened and what he had immediately done. And asked they not think too poorly of him he wasn't able to fully protect them from the attack. Those two notes he had delivered by HEED. Dobby was happy to take both.
They then hung around for the announcement from Headmistress Lady Marchbanks as to why the Hogsmeade visit was suddenly cancelled; exactly the way he'd explained to the others she would.
There was no need for them to know it was Dumbledore, or that it was believed Dumbledore was after him, personally. The other students would just resent him for it.
After another short visit to the Infirmary, where Harry reminded Daphne she could call for Betsy if she needed anything, he and Hermione returned to their apartment.
That left him and Hermione alone again in the apartment for the evening.
He was wondering what to do when Hermione came out of her room, naked.
As he stared at her, stunned, he stuttered, "Errr... Ummm..."
She ignored all that and sat down on the sofa next to him as if there was nothing unusual about her state of dress.
He hadn't even noticed she was carrying a small jar of some paste until she offered it to him.
"Errr―" he tried again.
"Harry, are you listening to me?" she demanded.
He hadn't even realised she'd been talking to him.
With a knowing smirk she explained, "I need you to rub some of that on my wound so it won't scar," indicating the jar now in his hand.
"Hunh?" he asked. He just couldn't seem to get his brain to work.
Slowly shaking her head she pointed at the jar and said, "Paste." Then indicated her arm, where her freshly healed wound from the cutting curse deeply gouged her and said, "On wound."
Finally figuring out what she meant, he said, "Oh!"
He quickly undid the lid and carefully scooped out a large dob of the paste. Then set the jar and the separated lid on the coffee table before reaching with his other hand for her upper arm as she offered it.
Holding her arm firmly by her elbow, he carefully applied the paste and made sure it was reasonably thick right across the entire surface of the new skin that replaced what was carved out by the curse.
Once finished, he carefully cleaned his fingers of the paste, picked up the jar again and screwed the lid back on, tight.
Leaving the jar on the table he said, "Not that I mind, but why aren't you wearing clothes?"
"I didn't want any accidents where the paste ended up on my clothes, of course," she replied.
He didn't even realise he was looking back with an expression of disbelief until she snickered and said, "Alright. I just wanted to get naked for you."
Surprised, he said, "Not that I'm unhappy with that decision; but, why?"
"You'll find out when you get naked, Harry," she mysteriously replied.
No idiot; seconds later, he was.
"Good," she said.
When she then bent towards him for what he thought was a kiss, she continued to bend forward until her head was in his lap.
Only for a moment, was he curious as to― Oh God!
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After Hermione made Harry happy... very, very happy... she sat up, slid her bum to the edge of the sofa and slouched back.
"Feel like giving chapter eleven a try?" she asked.
It took Harry a moment to figure out what she meant before his eyes widened and he looked back. "You're sure?" he asked.
"If you're willing," she said. "But, only if you're willing. I've heard there are many who aren't."
No," he said. "I can do this. After all, you just... did that."
When she smiled back at him he slid off the couch, onto his knees and moved his face between her legs as she made herself a little more comfortable.
"Just be gentle," she said. "Take your time. There's no need to hurr― Oh! Oh, my God!... That's... Oooohhh!" she cried out.
Harry never got to cook dinner that night, as Hermione had managed to... without purposefully initiating it for that reason... distract him.
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The two teens again went to the Infirmary to visit with Daphne straight after dinner, when Harry realised he hadn't even thought of cooking dinner. They expected she'd likely be alone, but she wasn't. Her parents and sister were there.
Harry approached and said, "Lord Greengrass, I owe House Greengrass and you, personally, an apology. I was unable to fully protect your daughter."
"Nonsense, Lord Potter," he immediately returned. "From what I've already learned, you acted with honour and all due haste. From Amelia Bones I learned you apparently caused quite significant harm to your and her attackers.
"Young Heir Nott, for instance, will be in Saint Mungo's for quite a while. Apparently when... *snort*... he attacked your foot with his... body parts between his legs, he managed to do himself a great injury. Both... orbs... were ruptured; and he has severe bruising... elsewhere, but nearby.
"Unless the healers are able to completely reverse the damage, it was so extensive he may never be able to reproduce."
With a flat look back, Harry said, "Damned shame, that. Maybe he'll have no need of a concubine, after all."
Hermione had already learned not to berate Harry in public for his language. Besides, she had already moved to speak with Adeline and hadn't heard him.
Harry's remark had Samuel grinning from ear to ear. "A most effective retaliation, I believe."
Harry grumbled a bit and muttered, "I was sending a message."
"A most effective one at that," said Samuel.
After Harry had a chance to talk to Adeline and Astoria, he reminded the latter she could always come up and visit her big sister whenever she wanted.
"Just because she's no longer in the Slytherin dorms, does not mean she is no longer available when you need her, or even if you simply need to chat," he explained to her.
"Yes," muttered the girl. "But, with her no longer being in the dorms, if I want or need to speak with her after curfew, I can't."
"Nonsense," he snorted. Turning his head to the side he called, "Dobby, Betsy!"
With a double pop both elves appeared. "Master Harry?" asked Dobby.
"Hello, you two." Indicating Astoria, he said, "This is Miss Daphne's sister, Astoria. She rooms in the Second Year girls' dorms in Slytherin. I want you to listen for her call as, when she does, she'll be needing to speak with her sister. Can you do that for me, you two?"
"Yes, Master Harry," both replied, after they seemed to gesture something towards Astoria.
Harry thought it was some form of elvish monitoring charm. He was right.
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