PATREON EXCLUSIVE - Pain Relief

Summary: Katie Bell returns to Hogwarts after recovering from the curse necklace incident. However, lingering pains still wrack the girl’s body from time to time, something that Harry quickly notices. Being the good friend he is, the Boy Who Lived offers up his personal services for some advanced pain relief. Hogwarts starts at 13. One-Shot feat Harry x Katie

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Pain Relief

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Katie gently repositioned herself on the floating broom for the umpteenth time. She fought back the wince that threatened to cross her features as a spike of pain flared out along her nerves. With a sigh, she forced herself to concentrate on the commands Harry was calling as she weaved over and around the impromptu obstacles that Granger had conjured up. 

It had been over a month since she was released from St. Mungos after the cursed necklace incident, and two weeks since she returned to Hogwarts. Technically, she wasn’t supposed to be even playing quidditch yet, but Katie had begged and pleaded with Harry to allow her back on the team, provided she make it through the drills. The drills she was currently running now. Thankfully, she had convinced him to hold the drills privately. If she did fail, then she didn’t want the whole fucking team to see it happen.

A cry of pain threatened to overwhelm her as a particularly hard twist made her shoulder cry out in anguish, but she stamped it down. With a growl she pushed herself even harder, determined to prove herself just as capable as before.

In truth, Katie didn’t know if she was capable, the curse had practically torn her apart from the inside and some small, vulnerable, part of herself doubted that she’d ever be whole again. A much larger part, however, was pissed. How dare someone cast the imperious on her? How dare they rape her mind and force their will upon a proud Gryffindor such as she? (If she listened closely, Katie would realize that this strong voice was not the opposite of the small voice, but its source.)

She shook off such thoughts and focused on the task at hand. She needed to play quidditch again, her team needed her and she needed to have that normality of it again. Perhaps is she played again the nightmares would stop.

Another flare of pain and another choked down sob as her body screamed in protest at her sharp movements.

It was fine though! Just a few more drills. A few more drills and she would be a chaser again, and then everyone would stop looking at her with those silent eyes of pity. Pity and judgment as they surely saw how weak she truly was- No! She was Katie Bell, a certified ass-kicker of both men and quaffles! No one could dare hope to match her strength-

Th next stab of pain was too much even for her. The cry she expelled was only drowned out by the pounding of blood in her ears. The corkscrew turn she had been attempting failed spectacularly, and now the ground was rushing up to meet her as her chest burned in agony.

She tried to reach out and grab her broom-handle. Tried to pull up, turn, do anything but sit there and scream as she fell. But her body wouldn’t listen. Her hands moved, but instead of moving how she wanted, they instead contorted in such painful ways that Katie swore her bones would snap. The memory of touching the curse necklace flew to the forefront of her mind. She had been helpless then too, stuck in her own mind as her body was broken apart by her very own muscles and ligaments. Tears flowed freely from her eyes at the memory and she begged the ground to meet her faster so she would not have to relive that awful moment once more.

Her prayers were not meant to be as suddenly a solid shape collided against her side and a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. Katie whimpered pitifully as the jarring motion tore another wave of pain from her burning nerves, but suddenly the strong arms pulled her close into a warm chest and she couldn’t help but nuzzle into it as a comforting aura fell over her.  She was safe now and she knew it. After all, she would recognize the smell of Harry Potter anywhere, like fresh soap and cedar, maybe a hint of treacle tart as well.

Faintly she could feel herself being gently floated down to the ground, but her vision was too blurry to see and her body too tired to speak. Instead, she let the darkness that was peaking out from the corner of her vision slowly take over, and eventually, Katie passed out to the soft beats of Harry Potters heart.

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Harry slowly lifted Katie bridal style as gently as he could. The soft groans coming from the unconscious girl cause his heart to seize, fearing that he had hurt her.

“What happened?!” Hermione exclaimed urgently as she rushed up to his side.

Harry looked towards her, his eyes surely matching the fear and worry that radiated from the bookworms soft brown orbs. 

“I- I don’t know!” He stammered. “She was just running the drills and then suddenly fell!”

“Well don’t just stand there then! We need to get her to Madame Pomfrey!” The bushy haired brunette responded.

Harry nodded and took a step toward the castle, but suddenly stopped. If his guess was right, then Katie fell because her injury from the near-fatal curse was not as healed as the lithe chaser said. If that was the case though, then Katie had lied. Lied because she didn’t want anyone to know how bad she was actually hurt.

He was no fool. Harry had known she probably wasn’t ready to get back on a broom again and it was part of the reason he had made her run these drills in the first place. The guilt he felt at causing her this pain was overwhelmed by the worry he felt for the blonde girl. Katie had always been a close friend of his, maybe not as close as Ron or Hermione, but the girl would always hold a special place in his heart.

Yet despite this worry, Harry also knew Katie well enough to know that she hated being treated with kid gloves, a hatred he shared with her. The looks of pity over the last two weeks must have surely been driving her insane, just as the looks of pity he received after Sirius’s death did to him. The last thing she’d want is for that pity to increase.

If he brought her to the Hospital Wing now, the whole of Hogwarts would know by dinner, and then Katie would never be able to escape the stares and whispers that she so desperately wanted to stop. No, that was not the solution.

With a clench of his jaw, Harry made up his mind.

“No, I’ll take her to the medical ward in the locker room.” He said and began to walk.

Hermione gave him a confused look. “What? No, Harry she needs a healer!” Hermione glared as she rushed to catch up with his long strides.

“She’s had enough healers poking at her Hermione! Right now what she needs is rest and maybe a few pain potions!” Harry shouted back. When the blonde in his arms groaned out Harry stopped and sighed. “Look, Katie will already be mortified that we saw what happened, so she’d be absolutely apoplectic if the whole school suddenly found out. Madame Pomfrey will just tuck her in a bed and shove a few pain relief potions down her throat anyway. I may not be a healer but I’m pretty confident even I could do that!”

Hermione stared up intently at him for a few moments before she dropped her gaze with a huff. “Fine! But I’m going up to the castle and bringing Madame Pomfrey back here. Potions or not, she’ll still need to scan Katie just in case the curse somehow returned.”

Harry agreed quickly to her compromise and stepped through the locker room door. He faintly heard Hermione muttering under her breath as she began the march back up to the castle. Sighing, Harry walked down the hall and pushed open the door for the medical ward. It wasn’t much of a ward, more so a small room with a single bed and cabinet with some sparse healing supplies. It was merely meant to be a temporary holding area for the Hogwarts Healer to examine you in before transporting you back up to the castle. In this use case however, it was the perfect place for one unconscious blonde to recover, away from prying eyes.

Gently, Harry laid the unconscious chaser onto the bare mattress. A second later, he conjured up a thin throw blanket and pressed it gently over her form. He flinched slightly when Katie turned and snuggled closer into the blanket, accidentally trapping his hand between her arms and pressing it into her full breasts.

Harry fought off the rising blush and began trying to pry his appendage from the blonde’s tight grasp. Yet she was unrelenting. Every inch he pulled away, Katie would just pull him closer, until he was practically on top of her lithe form. He once again fought off a blush and began to work harder to extract himself, cursing under his breath the entire time.

Finally, he managed pry open her arms to pull free from her grasp. Yet his victory was short-lived as the sudden release of his arm caused his already unbalanced body to jerk backwards, toppling him off the bed and landing on the hard wood floor with an ‘oomph!’

Katie blearily opened her eyes at the sudden noise and sat up. Her sore muscles protested against the action, but she ignored them with a wince, instead turning to take in her new surroundings. This, of course, included the groaning boy in a heap on the ground.

“Harry?” She croaked. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“‘m fine” Harry grunted. “I think my pride broke my fall.”

He sat up and leveled her with an embarrassed grin, prompting the blonde to giggle. However, her laughter soon turned into a hiss of pain as she brought her hands up to cradled her head. Harry frowned at the action, rising to his feet and placing a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“Katie be honest with me… Does what happened out there have anything to do with the curse?” He asked.

Katie sighed, leaning her head to the side to rest it on his hand. “Yeah.” She whispered.

“You should’ve told me how bad it was.”

“I know.” Katie replied. “But I knew if I had, you would’ve never let me back on the team.”

Harry sigh and sat down on the edge of the bed. Hesitantly, he reached forward to take her hand in his. 

“Your health is more important than quidditch Kate.”

Tears sprang to the blonde’s eyes as she stared back at him. “And?! So what?! S’not like anything can be done about it! The healers at St. Mungo’s said that the pain would stay with me for the rest of my life! That the level of dark magic I was exposed to should’ve killed me and that I’m lucky! LUCKY!” Tear spilled freely from her eyes now, cascading down her cheeks in heavy droplets. “My body feels like it’s being ripped apart at the seams every day and they call me lucky! HA! Lucky would’ve been me dying instead, and NOT HAVING TO LIVE WITH THIS TORTURE! So Harry, I will play quidditch because if I have to live with this pain for the rest of my life? Then I’ll at least live with it doing something I love.”

Harry was at a loss for words, his brain refusing to form any sort of rebuttal or response. His mouth opened and then closed. There was nothing to say but he wanted so desperately to find something, anything, to help ease her pain.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

Katie shrugged. “S’fine.”

“Katie.” He said. She looked up. “I’m sorry.”

Without another word, Harry leaned forward and wrapped her up in a tight hug. The older girl stiffened for a second before she seemingly melted into him, her whole body relaxing as she sighed contentedly. They stayed like that for a few minutes, holding each other in a comforting embrace. At some point Harry began to idly rub circles into the small of her back. A drawn out groan sounded from the blonde’s lips as he did so, causing him to stop abruptly.

“Did that hurt you?” Harry asked with concern.

“Noooo!” Katie whined. “Keep going… feels good…” She murmured.

Harry chuckled but did as he was told, continuing his light touches up and down her back. Katie let out small groans every now and then, prompting Harry to press just a little bit harder into her taut flesh and massage the surely sore muscles. They stayed this way for a while longer as Katie rebelled in the soothing feeling of her impromptu massage.

Unfortunately, the rather unusual position soon caused Harry’s arms to grow heavy as they worked overtime to compensate for the awkward angle.

“Um- Katie? How bout you lay flat on your stomach yeah? Then I can do this properly.” Harry offered.

Katie groaned but pulled away nonetheless. Harry had to fight back a chuckle at the cute way she did so, her bottom lip poking out and an adorable glare on her features. If she noticed his bubbling mirth, then she said nothing as she huffed and turned over, the blanket being pushed aside as she did so.

Harry repositioned himself, making a point not to stare at the way her quidditch training pants made her ass look all the more enticing, and leaned forward to begin the massage. He started gently at first, getting a feel for her muscles once more in this new angle. The first press to dig deep into her firm shoulders earned him a muffled moan as Katie buried her head into the mattress. He chuckled but kept going.

He worked slow but thoroughly, making sure to give each inch of her back the same amount of attention and working out any knot he found along the way. Harry would be the first to admit he was no masseuse. Hell, he’d even bet that if Katie weren’t suffering from a lingering curse that put so much strain on her muscles then the girl would hardly be moaning as loud and… erotically… from his ministrations. 

The simple fact was though that Katie was in complete bliss. Not only was Harry’s massage soothing her sore muscles, but it was also super relaxing. So she was a girl who enjoyed being pampered a bit, so what? She would admit that the noises coming from her mouth were a bit on the lewd end of things, especially for a simple back massage, but this was also the closest thing to sexual intimacy that Katie had done with a boy. Her hypersensitive body was practically cooing with every touch of Harry’s, admittedly, strong hands and she could already feel a much more pleasant burning in her core start to build up. 

The one saving grace she had was that Harry couldn’t see her beat red face as his slow sensual massage made her pussy tingle with excitement. The lower he went however, the worse it became. She could just barely stop herself from rubbing her thighs together in an effort to alleviate the smoldering ache in her womanhood.

Katie let out a sharp gasp when Harry dug his thumbs into the taut muscle just above her hips. It felt wonderful of course, but the bigger reason for her sudden outburst was more in part to the current position of his hands. Wide open and splayed out along her hips, Harry’s hand came to rest just atop the swell of her ass and extended to wrap slightly around her hips.

‘The perfect position for him to ram his fat cock into you.’ A voice whispered in her head.

Katie waved its words off, trying to ignore just how similar that voice sounded to her own, yet she couldn’t wave it off completely. It was right after his cock being fat after all, Katie had seen it herself a few times over the years. Shared locker room and all that.

Her mind raced through different scenes of her and Harry together. Her pussy practically sobbed in need as she imagined each and every way he would fuck her cross-eyed. Bent over like a bitch in heat, on her back with her legs spread wide, perhaps even just like this? On her stomach with her round ass pressed upwards in the perfect position for him to rip her leggings open and pound her pussy until she screamed.

‘It would take your mind off all your pain for a while.’ The voice whispered agin, sounding much louder this time.

Katie bit her lip. ‘Fuck it.’ She thought.

Harry had continued the massage, unaware of her mental struggle, yet not in the way she wanted. His hands would return to the swell of her ass every so often, ghosting slightly over the line but never fully taking the plunge. That just wouldn’t do. Readjusting slightly, Katie bent her back just a bit deeper into the mattress and pushed her hips up, jutting her bum out towards him, practically on a silver platter.

Harry paused at her unexpected movement. Katie held her breath, waiting to see if he would take the hint. She groaned in annoyance when his hands chose to continue their monotonous kneading instead of gripping her ass and taking her like an animal in heat.

Well perhaps not that drastically, she was still healing after all.

Sighing, Katie pushed her ass up even higher until she was practically in the downward dog position. Harry once again paused his ministrations abruptly, but just as she thought he would back down again, two strong hands hesitantly pressed down into her firm cheeks.

The moan that she let out was perhaps a little too close to a whorish one, but Katie didn’t care. Her pussy clenched in desperate need and arousal as his hands sank into her round ass. As he began to knead the toned flesh, Katie began to rock back, pushing his hands more firmly into her rear. While it was a nice feeling and one that certainly got her motor running, it wasn’t exactly producing the kind of pleasure her body was so desperately craving.

“Harrryy! Please… touch me~” Katie begged, pushing her bum back until she was nearly laying in his lap.

“I- Shouldn’t we- I mean, what about your condition Katie?” Harry stammered.

The blonde huffed and turned herself over. “Considering we’re in a medical ward right now how about we just say it’s a form of advanced pain relief hmm?” She leveled him with a heated gaze, lifting her legs up as she slowly peeled off her  stretchy training pants. “So c’mon Harry, be a good friend and make me cum~”

Harry’s eyes widened as her pants were finally pulled off, revealing her knickerless pussy, already glistening with arousal. His cock hardened exponentially fast at the sight, doubly so when Katie push her thighs apart, spreading her legs wide as the air filled with the musky scent of her needy cunt.

Like a puppet being controlled by a sexy puppet master, or mistress in this case, Harry practically fell forward between the blondes legs, entranced by the sight of her hairless mound. Her puffy pink lips stared back at him as he inched closer and he unconsciously licked his lips in anticipation. Katie shivered above him with his breath prickled her sensitive nether skin and it was that slight motion that proved to be all the incentive he needed.

Harry dove forward and began attacking her awaiting pussy. Katie squeaked at first from the sudden contact before letting out a throaty groan in pleasure. As his tongue lathered her slut with long fast licks, Katie threaded her fingers tightly through his black locks and pushed him in deeper. She gasped loudly when he began plunging his devilish wet muscle into her sacred tunnel before coming up to suck harshly on her clit. The intense pleasure she felt gave way to a strange bout of amusement.

After all, who knew Harry Potter would be so good at eating pussy?

‘Perhaps Weasley was onto something with her unhealthy obsession with him…’ Katie mused inside her mind.

Outside of it however, she barely had the mental power to recall her own name as the magical Chosen One devoured her sweet cunt with unmatched gusto. The hot burning in her core was growing with every second and Katie knew her end was coming soon. She was proven right when one dastardly twirl of her clit suddenly broke the proverbial dam within her, sending electric shockwaves of pleasure up her spine and slutty screams of passion out her mouth.

Her body spasmed wildly, flashes of white spreading across her vision with every jerk of her spine. Faintly she could feel Harry continue his oral worship of her cunt but the intensity of her orgasm was too much to make anything out 100%.

‘Fuck I must’ve been really wound up to cum this hard.’ She idly thought.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of orgasmic bliss, Katie’s climax ebbed away and her body relaxed into the mattress. Harry, of course, just had to have the last laugh, placing one last kiss against her sensitive cunt, causing her hips to jerk slightly as he pulled away.

That just wouldn’t do.

With a small growl, Katie sat up and wrenched him forward, smashing her lips against the smug idiot’s own. She wasted no time in shoving her tongue past his lips and down his throat. The taste of her own cum on his lips failed to deter her, in fact it made her want to kiss him harder to prove she wasn’t some squeamish bint. Katie Bell was a fucking badass quidditch prodigy, a little exchange of fluids during sex wouldn’t scare her off.

Her commanding demeanor cracked somewhat when Harry leaned further into her and she got her first feel of his ‘wand’ if you could even call it that. From what she could feel of the large bulge pressed into her mound, it was more akin to a fucking beater’s bat than some spindly stick. It was slightly… intimidating if she were being honest. Sure she had seen a glimpse or two of it over the years but there was a difference between a quick peak of it flaccid in a shower and having it nestled between her legs at full mast. 

Still she was a Gryffindor, and Gryffindors charge ahead.

“Pants. Off.” She growled against his lips, diving down to suckle on the pulse point of his neck. The moan Harry let out sent a wonderful trill down her spine. Excitement began to build in her chest as he pulled back with a muttered ‘fuck’ and began to hastily tear off his clothes. Katie decided to join him, peeling off her tank top and sports bra in one go, letting her tits spill free.

She bit her lip as she watched Harry pull off his own clothing, revealing the tight coiled muscles hiding underneath the baggy garments. Katie even began to idly play with herself as she watched the impromptu strip show. One hand softly teasing her hardening nipples while another snaked down to tease the wet folds of her pussy. She let out an audible whimper when Harry finally turned to face her fully, showing off his toned stomach and the thick pole of meat standing proudly between his legs.

“Oh fuck I should’ve done this years ago.” Katie whispered, more so to herself than anything.

Harry seemed to take her comment in stride however, smirking lightly at the small ego boost. Leaning forward, the green-eyed slab of perfection kissed her deeply while teasingly rubbing his cock head over her moist slit.

“Well there’s not time like the present.” He whispered back, taking a moment to nip at her bottom lip.

Katie’s whimper at his teasing turned into a full-blown cry of passion as Harry pushed into her without warning. There was a small bit of pain as her pussy muscles were stretched to their limit by his beastly cock but it was far overshadowed by the mind-numbing pleasure.

“Oh fuck yesss!” She hissed as he finally bottomed out inside her.

Harry pecked her lips one last time before sitting up. Giving him her best sultry smile, Katie wrapped her legs around his waist. 

“Fuck me~”

And he did. His hips began to move at a steady pace, sawing in and out of her thigh depths with firm thrusts. Katie let out small whimpering mewls with every thrust, her inner walls already fluttering with a building climax. Still even with the amazing feeling of his fat cock splitting her open, Harry pace was almost leisurely, gentle as if he was afraid to break her. That’s not what Katie wanted.

“H-harder- hng!” She gasped.

Harry slowed his thrusts. “Katie I don’t know if I-“

The blonde cut him off with a growl, pushing him deeper with the heels of his feet and eliciting a surprised moan from him.

“Fuck. Me. Harder.” She demanded. Harry wisely decided to throw out any arguments he had and acquiesce to her demand.

She gasped in delight when he hooked his arms under her legs and pushed them forward, using the back of her thighs as handhold as he began to pound his cock into her pussy. While Katie wasn’t someone who enjoyed pain during sex, she definitely didn’t want to be treated like a piece of glass. She wasn’t into the rougher sort of kinks true, but fuck was she learning she liked to be pounded. This was proven by the fact that her building climax soon tore free and ran rampant through her body.

“FUCKKKK YES!” She cried. 

Her body convulsed against the bed, riding the waves of pleasure that cascaded across her nerves. Loud squelching sounds soon filled the room as Harry’s hammering cock was soaked by her juices. She had thought for a moment the extreme contractions from cumming would cause the painful curse side-effects to flare up, but it seems her earlier joke about sex being a form of pain relief rang true. The only thing she felt in that moment was pure pleasure as she came hard around Harry’s cock.

As her orgasm began to ebb away, so too did Harry’s thrusts. She groaned aloud, thinking he was about to pull the noble prat card again and see if she was okay. However, she was delightfully surprised when he instead roughly grabbed her waist and flipped her over on her hands and knees, with her shapely ass poised high in the air. Before she could gain her bearings from the sudden shift in positions, Harry raised his hand and rained down to hard slaps against her pale cheeks. Katie wails in whorish delight at the treatment. Maybe she did like it a bit rougher than she thought?

She had no time to ponder that thought as Harry went from spanking her ass to ramming two fingers deep in her cunt. A moan tore from her lips as he hooked his fingers inside her, abusing the rough patch of her g-spot while his thumb attacked her clit.

“You can’t just tease me with this fantastic arse of yours and not expect me to bend you over like a broom cupboard slut.” He whispered in her ear. His hand pulled free from her pussy and traveled up to roughly squeeze her bum. Katie shivered when the pad of his thumb lightly grazed her puckered asshole. He chuckled at her reaction. “Maybe something to try next time. Your cunt is still begging to be filled after all.”

Katie pressed her face into the mattress below her as Harry pushed into her dripping cunt once more. Her muffled moans increased as he grasped her hips just like she wanted him to earlier and began to pound violently into her round bum. Part of her was a bit embarrassed at the sloppy lewd sounds her pussy produced from the intense fucking, but she couldn’t full bring herself to care as she squealed out from another rippling orgasm.

Her pussy tightened like a vice around him as she came. Harry grunted from the feeling of her constricting walls, his thrusts becoming ragged as he fell forward and pushed her flat on her stomach. His hands moved from her waist to either side of her head as he hammered her mercilessly, chasing his own climax. Katie’s breaths were still coming out in ragged pants as she descended from one peak right into another Her pride was a bit bruised that he hadn’t cum yet, especially after fucking several mind blowing orgasms out of her.

That just wouldn’t do.

Reaching back, Katie grasped her round jiggling ass cheeks and spread them wide. This allowed Harry to press even deeper into her, something he seemed to enjoy as his moans became louder and more pronounced. It also didn’t hurt that his cock was spearing part’s of she didn’t know was possible. When his sponges cock head slammed into her cervix, Katie cried out in elation as a ripple of blissful pleasure tore through her quivering cunt. 

Her cries were suddenly muffled when Harry suddenly changed positions, one hand coming to hold onto her shoulder, and the other hooking into her mouth. Her surprise was short lived as he began to grind into her plush bottom, the underside of his cock now sawing aggressively into her g-spot. She moaned in pleasure and closed her mouth, sucking lewdly on the invading digits. Her muffled squeaks were joined by Harry’s own building grunts as his orgasm finally began to reach his peak.

With a deep groan, he erupted inside her. Her own climax was triggered as soon as the first spurt of hot cum splashed against her walls. Katie gasped out a quivering breath as her pussy convulsed while being filled with the sticky white seed. Harry’s hot pants of breath tickled the back of her neck and sent a shiver down her spine. They both sighed in unison when their respective climax’s subsided and the two simply lied there content, reveling in the afterglow.

Harry finally rolled off of her with a groan, his cock pulling free of her thoroughly used cunt with a wet ‘schlik!’ Katie hummed in agreement at his breathy groan, turning over slowly to face him.

“Now that was some top notch medical care Healer Potter!” She grinned.

Harry laughed and pulled her close, snuggling her into his side. “Always happy to care for such pretty patients.”

Katie giggled, reaching down to grasp his deflating cock. “Well with tools like this, I think you’re just perfect for the job.” She gave his manhood and appreciative squeeze eliciting a small groan from the man by her side. To her delight, the cock in her hand soon began to reharden in her grasp.

“Mmm~ Looks like you’ll be giving me a second dose after all.” Katie purred. Without waiting for a response, she swung her leg over his waist and sank down upon Harry’s cock. Their matching moans were a testament to just how long this ‘treatment’ would go on.

Outside of the small medical ward, two figures peaked in through the cracked door. One let out a small ‘eep!’ and turned away with a mighty blush. The other simply hummed in observation before quietly closing the door.

“Well it seems Miss Bell will not be needing this after all.” Madame Pomfrey said as she stored the small vial of pain potion into her healer bag. “Mr. Potter does look to have that part of her treatment well taken care of.”

“Wha- Are they- I wasn’t even gone for fifteen minutes!” Hermione exclaimed, her cheeks still burning bright red.

The Hogwarts matron ignored the girl’s outburst, instead choosing to ruffle through her bag for a moment before closing it with a snap.

“Yes, well by the looks of it, the two of them will be ‘going at it’ so to say for quite a while. I’ll need to run back up to the castle for a contraceptive potion however. I strongly suspect Miss Bell will need a double dose of it by the look of things.” Pomfrey muttered.

Hermione let out another ‘eep’ at her words, her blush returning with a vengeance.

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Author’s Note

So sorry for the long wait! It’s been a little bit since I last posted and that’s mainly in part due to running out of my ADHD meds last Wednesday. Turns out, without em I can’t sit still for long enough to even write 100 words much less an entire chapter! But not to worry, I got them refilled and I’m now more medicated and motivated than ever! 

Thanks for reading!