by DrT - Sahits

Molly reared back in raw anger. Sirius cut in on her. "Out! I've had enough of you! I don't wonder
that one son ran off to Egypt and now avoids you as much as he can, another ran off to Romania
and refuses to come near you, and that a third won't even speak to you. You're an overbearing,
suffocating woman, and in your own way as rude as my mother. The wards on your own house have
been strengthened, so it should be safe there. Now, get out!" He turned and stalked out of the
kitchen.
"I can see how even his minimal influence may have contaminated Harry," Molly said with a hurt
sniff. "I will leave, so that my children won't be exposed to him any longer."
Later that morning, Hermione awoke when Harry gave a loud snort. She realized that she was
laying nude in the master suite's bed, and Harry was at a small desk in a corner. "What's amusing?"
she asked. She winced and added, "And why does my mouth taste like rotten leather and every bit
of my body ache?"
"Dumbledore asked Mrs. Weasley to leave Headquarters, and Sirius had to get rude to get her out,"
Harry said. "I have some powerful spying spells on parts of the house, and get transcriptions of
what's said. Your aches, and the bad taste, are because of the potions you took last night. I'm
surprised you don't have to. . . ."
"Harry!" Hermione suddenly said. "I need to pee! Badly! And I can't move!"
Harry came to help her. "You can, you're just stiff, but I'll help."
Twenty minutes later, Hermione had urinated and freshened her mouth, and then she and Harry had
showered together, the hot water and Harry's gentle hands easing her aches. She was examining her
body in the mirror in the dressing room off the main suite. Harry was also examining her.
The night before, Hermione had stood 5 foot 3 and measured 34B- 25-36. She now stood 5 foot 4
and measured 36C-22-35. She was toned and, she thought, attractive.
Harry thought she was drop-dead sexy.
Hermione frowned at Harry. "You took the potions last night, too. Why could you move so easily?"
Harry shrugged. "I'm used to it. And I think I've hit my full growth, from the potions I mean."
Hermione looked at Harry hungrily. He was now 5 foot 10 and was a fairly leanly-muscled 11 stone
1 (155 pounds). "What do you have scheduled for us now?" she asked in a husky whisper.
"How about some time together, then lunch, and then some more Occlumency lessons?" Harry
suggested. "Then some shopping for Muggle clothes that actually fit instead of being transfigured.
When we come back, some advanced spell work and physical exercise, dinner, and some more
snuggle time."
"'Snuggle time'?" Hermione teased.
"Fine, I would like to make passionate love with you this morning and again tonight," Harry said.
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