Peace and Quiet with Others

Harry wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. He felt a pull to go to the Room again. Sure, he needed some place to study without interruption, but there were other places. Due to the various changes in the timeline, he was no longer at Hogwarts for his Eighth Year. The year spent on the run didn't happen. Instead, Hogwarts had been turned into something of a safe-zone and classes continued. This year, he was his first in an apprenticeship in Defense of Dark Arts for his Mastery. There was surprisingly more paperwork and tests than he had expected. Bellatrix didn't go easy on him simply because they were living together. In fact, she probably pushed him harder than usual.

Considering how often he was being pulled toward the Room, he was beginning to think that Hogwarts knew exactly what was going on. If that were true than that would mean that Hogwarts was basically using him like a gigolo. He was adjusting the timeline one world altering booty call at a time.

He couldn't complain with the process or the results. Bellatrix never turned evil, which had changed many things for the positive. His relationship with her, plus the little family they had created with Fleur and Lily, was amazing. Had he potentially ruined a few marriages? Possibly, if his adventures were ever exposed. He had even been able to meet an alternate version of himself.

Part of him wanted to explore the limitations of the Room. Could it send him back far enough to stop Voldemort? Could he save his parents? How would that change things? He couldn't bring himself to take that step though. It could potentially destroy the accidental good life he had found himself in. He wasn't going to chance it. Hearing Lily's laugh, waking up cuddled with Fleur and Bellatrix, and the hundreds of small moments were worth more than he could say.

Still, he found himself heading toward the Room of Requirement. He passed a few empty classrooms that would have worked, but just weren't right. The rooms didn't have any physically wrong with them. Hogwarts wanted him to go to the Room for some reason.

Harry watched as a door appeared at the end of the hallway. It looked exactly like any other that he had passed along the way. He would have dismissed it as another classroom if he hadn't been looking for it. The simple appearance made him stutter a step. He had wanted a place to study, maybe this was Hogwarts giving him the perfect spot rather than anything more complex.

He let out a little, relieved sigh and opened the door. It had just began to close when a spell was sent his way. He ducked out of the path, his wand up, and his eyes scanning for threats. His search paused on the familiar for of Hermione Granger. There was something different about her that he could place.

Further examination was stalled as chain of spells flew at him. He recognized a stunner, body-binding, and disarming packed tight enough together to appear as one rather than a trio. This was closer to the Hermione from his original timeline than the one he knew now. That relationship was still stilted and awkward. He didn't think that they'd ever be on the same level as they had been.

Another chain got close enough to annoy him. His shield blocked them easily, but he was already on edge. He had needed a place to study for an official exam rather than an impromptu duel. His wand snapped toward her sending a swirling strip of blue energy zipped through the room. It splashed against a wall that appeared to be called by Hermione's will.

She knew how to use the room.

Harry used the break in line of sight to move closer. He sent a few winding spells that curved and spun at various angles to keep her busy. It seemed that every incarnation of Hermione was an accomplished spell-caster, but this one didn't have the fighting instinct. She summoned more walls to block his attack, not considering how she could no longer see him.

The only sound in the room was her heavy breathing as the spells stopped suddenly. Carefully, she lowered one of the barriers. She lowered another when Harry didn't jump out to press an attack. The sight of the slightly ajar door made a victorious smile cross her face.

It fell when she felt her wand jump out of her hand. She turned to see Harry standing behind her and off to the side holding it. He held it out for her to take. She reached for it, only for him to yank it back at the last moment. Hermione glared at him.

"Potter." She practically growled. "What are you doing here?"

He was able to take a better look at her now that they weren't fighting. She looked like the Hermione he had spoken to a couple of days ago. She appeared to be the same age and her wand matched. He felt the familiar faint tickle on his palm when he held it. It was Hermione, except she wore Ravenclaw colors.

She had shaped the room to be a study. It wasn't overly large, but every wall was covered in bookshelves. He recognized the style to be that of the library. Only the desk and her chair were out of place. They looked like they had been taken from a Muggle bedroom. As expected of Hermione, there were a couple of piles of books arranged around the table. Her work area was impeccably ordered with a mixture of Muggle and Magical supplies. Highlighters and pens were lined up beside extra parchment and quills.

"Hermione." Harry flashed her a smile. "Care to tell me why you attacked me?"

"Hermione?" She glared at him.

"Granger." He corrected.

"Gryffindors." She muttered. "Why aren't you wearing your uniform?"

"I'm not a student." Harry replied cautiously.

"Headmaster Flitwick finally had enough of your brand of humor?" Hermione arched an eyebrow at him. "I knew he'd come around eventually."

"Headmaster Flitwick?" Harry repeated. "Good for him."

Hermione studied him for a moment.

"You should know." She rolled her eyes. "You and that Weasley spend enough time in his office."

"Ron and I are friends?" Harry asked with a gentle smile.

Their friendship wasn't as certain across the altered timelines.

"Ron?" Hermione snickered. "Ginerva would be very upset if she heard that."

"Ginny?" Harry thought for a moment. "I guess that tracks."

"Are you feeling alright, Potter?" She asked. "You've usually tried to 'prank' me a few times by now."

"I get it now." Harry moved a stack of books off an extra chair and took a seat.

"I didn't ask you to join me." She glared at him. "And what have you figured out? How to get caught trying to break into the Slytherin Common Room again? I swear, your sister has all the brains."

"Sister?" Harry blinked at the information.

"Did you hit your head?" Hermione turned her attention back to her work. "Or did one of your inventions blow up in your face again?"

"Sure." Harry chuckled. "We'll go with that. Let's pretend my memory has been completely erased."

"No big loss there." Hermione didn't bother trying to lower her voice.

"Thanks." Harry deadpanned. "Why are you still a student?"

"Because I'm a sixth year." Hermione switched back to looking at him.

"How?" Harry asked.

"Well." Hermione switched her voice to one that someone would use to speak to a child. "It goes First year, then second year-"

"Funny." Harry let out a dry chuckle. "You're older than me, you should be out of school already."

"What makes you say that?" Hermione finally stopped what she was doing to look at him.

"I don't think we're having the same conversation." Harry tapped the table in thought. "Let's play a game."

"I'd rather not." Hermione started to shift her attention back to her work.

"You ask me a question about my dimension, and I'll ask you about yours." Harry stated.

That made her freeze. She put down her pen, marked the page of the book she was on, closed it, and then looked directly into his eyes. He didn't feel a mental probe. This was something the Hermione he knew would do. She was observing him.

"What did you say?" Hermione

"Dimensional travel." Harry explained. "This wouldn't be the first time."

"Fine." Hermione crossed her arms. "I'll play along. We'll trade questions. You go first."

"What year are you?" Harry asked.

"Sixth." She replied. "What about you?"

"I told you, I graduated." Harry replied. "What age does Hogwarts start?"

"Thirteen." Hermione answered like it was obvious. "It used to be eleven, but studies showed that starting Hogwarts at thirteen allowed the young witches and wizards to adjust to their magic. It also gave the magical world a couple of years to recover from Voldemort's Rise." She paused. "You should know this. Your mother was the one who killed him."

"Lily Potter killed Voldemort?" Harry sat back in his chair. "That's awesome." He stiffened for a brief moment. "Wait. The Potters are alive?"

"Your mother is." Hermione started to wish she had her wand. "James Potter didn't survive that night."

"That sucks." Harry deflated a little. "But you said I had a sister."

"Lily Potter was pregnant before that night." Hermione replied. "That's two questions. Now, I get two."

"Fair enough." Harry motioned for her to continue.

"Why are you doing this?" Hermione asked.

"Doing what?" Harry asked in reply.

"This." She motioned between the two of them. "Acting like this."

"Oh." Harry nodded. "Right. I can see why you'd be confused."

Hermione arched an eyebrow when he didn't continue.

"Of course you want more information." Harry chuckled. "The Room of Requirement is fueled by the magic of Hogwarts." He explained. "A few hundred years of witches and wizards charging this place up has given Hogwarts the ability to do some amazing things. This would be the second time I've met someone from an alternate dimension."

"If you're not going to take this seriously-" Hermione began to pack up.

"In my world, Lily and James Potter died protecting me." Harry lifted his bangs to show his scar. "Voldemort accidentally created a horcrux that latched onto my head. We met on the Hogwarts Express, you were sorted into Gryffindor because you wanted to be in the same house that Dumbledore had been in. We were friends."

"Prove it." Hermione challenged.

"Your parents are both dentists." Harry offered.

"Too easy." Hermione replied.

"You're an only child and want to go to Australia after school to study the native magic as a thesis to become an Unspeakable." Harry continued. "Is that good enough?"

"For now." Hermione gave a small nod. "Second question, what age does Hogwarts start?"

"Eleven." Harry replied. "You're in Ravenclaw?"

"Obviously." Hermione pointed to her tie. "We really were friends?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded. "You were awesome. Did you capture Rita Skeeter in a jar in your world?"

"What?" Hermione squeaked.

"I'll take that as a no." Harry chuckled. "Voldemort is dead?"

"Yes, Voldemort is dead." Hermione replied. "No, I didn't capture a woman in a jar. You're really from another dimension?"

"Yes." Harry nodded. "I've also traveled through time, but I wouldn't recommend it. Too many headaches and I'm the only one that remembers the world before."

"Time travel?" Doubt returned to her voice.

"Weird, right?" Harry laughed. "I've done it…" He counted off on his fingers. "Six times now. I think."

"That's not possible." Hermione swapped to scholar mode. "Traveling to the past is possible with a Time Turner, but no one can go to the future. That would mean you've traveled to the past multiple times and made changes. That is not possible. You can't change anything without tearing apart the fabric of time."

"I've made some changes." Harry nodded.

"How are you so casual about all of this?" Hermione yelled.

"You get used to it." Harry sighed. "In our first year I fought a troll, and you helped me fight a possessed dark wizard. My life just gets weirder from there."

"A troll?" Hermione stared flatly at him.

"The possessed dark wizard let it in to the school." Harry explained. "That's how we became friends."

"We fought a troll together?" Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Technically, Ron Weasley and I fought a troll." Harry corrected her. "You had the bad luck running into it when you were alone."

"Oh, dear." Hermione muttered.

"It was a bonding experience." Harry teased.

They settled into a strange silence.

"We're not friends?" Harry asked.

"You're an insufferable jerk who thinks pranks are more important than schoolwork." She glared at him. "And still, you're at the top of the class. Daphne and I have discussed poisoning your food on exam days just to teach you a lesson."

"Daphne?" Harry asked.

"Daphne Greengrass." Hermione clarified.

"Is she a Ravenclaw too?" He asked trying to picture her.

"Slytherin." Hermion shook her head.

"I bet we get along famously." Harry let out a dry chuckle.

"You turned her hair green on the first day after we were sorted." Hermione glared at him.

"Snape must have docked Gryffindor hundreds of points." Harry laughed.

"Who?" Hermione asked.

"Snape." Harry repeated.

Hermione shook her head.

"Severus Snape." Harry said once more. "Potions professor?"

"Andromeda Black is the Potions professor." Hermione said.

"No Voldemort and no Snape?" Harry groaned. "Lucky. Next you'll tell me you never had to put up with Umbridge."

"Who?" Hermione asked once more.

Harry grumbled to himself.

"So." Hermione drew the word out for a beat. "Were we ever more than friends?"

Harry smiled at her. She blushed.

"No." He shook his head. "We were friends."

"Your Hermione was an idiot then." Hermione stated.

Harry cocked his head to the side.

"Are we more than friends for you?" Harry found his throat dry.

"Maybe." Hermione teased.

She stood from the table and strolled over to a door than had just appeared. He didn't miss the extra sway in her hips. She looked over her should and winked at him before she stepped inside. He would be lying if he said he had never thought of him and Hermione. She was his friend, or she had been, and he wasn't blind to the fact that she was also a girl. Rather, a girl that had grown into an attractive woman.

Harry hopped to his feet and followed her. He found Hermione lounging completely nude on the wide bed that hadn't been there a minute ago. His mouth went dry as he stared at her nude form.

Hermione was unexpectedly fit. She didn't have the build of a duelist like Bellatrix, but her smooth skin told him that she took care of herself. Her breasts were larger than he thought, and his eyes were drawn to her dark pink nipples and the slightly lighter areolas. The glorious circles of sensitive flesh were already hardening from the cool air.

He felt his breath quicken. His face was flush. Hermione smirked at him. Their eyes met as he stalked over to the bed stripping off his clothes as he went.

Harry crawled onto the bed. Hermione laid back to allow him to climb over her. He held himself above her, his arms out straight to keep their bodies from touching just yet. Hermione pulled him down onto her. Their lips collided in a hungry kiss that took their breath away. Harry's agile tongue quickly slipped past her lips and began to claim her mouth. Their hands began to roam over each other. She found his lithe body to be tight with muscle. At the same time his hands trailed down her body so he could reach her round ass. He grabbed a handful of each cheek and gave a firm squeeze. It felt just as good as it looked.

Hermione let out a hungry moan. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he massaged her ass. The shaft of his hard cock rubbed along her glistening slit. Hermione rolled her hips as she shuddered. The feel of his length against her already wet pussy was full of promise.

Her hands wandered up along his neck to his head. She ran her hands through his messy hair. He broke the kiss only for his mouth to move intently to her neck. Hermione rubbed her drenched pussy along his shaft, desperately trying to change the angle.

Harry pushed himself back to hover over her once more. He smiled at the dazed look in her eyes. A surge of confidence filled him. Harry leaned forward, ghosting his teeth over the nubs. She let out a long moan as he added a bit more pressure to his bite. Then he soothed them with a flick of his tongue. This might not be his Hermione, but he wasn't going to waste this chance. The mouthwatering sight before him was too much to handle.

He started to trail kisses down her torso. Every so often he would pause to nibble on a patch of sensitive skin. He wanted to leave as many hickeys on her as he could get away with. Hermione's hands slid over his skin. He could feel her nails rake across his flesh. He smiled as he realized she was leaving marks of her own.

Hermione let out a shocked gasp as she found herself flipped onto her stomach. He lifted her up by her hips, making it so her ass was in the air and her head was still on the bed. Mind-melting pleasure flooded any rational thought as she felt his tongue slide along her slit. A loud moan escaped her throat as she felt him trail along her wet pussy in long, slow laps. She screamed as the tip swirled around her clit.

He kissed and licked her lower lips while his hands groped her raised ass. Hermione whimpered as he continued to torture her with pleasure. He spread his tongue out flat and began to lick her with long strokes. Each one ended with a flick of her clit. Harry smiled. He increased the pressure of his tongue and sped up. Just when it felt like she was going to peak he made his tongue vibrate. Hermione pressed her face into the mattress and let out a scream.

His hands shifted to her hips as he let up as her orgasm washed over her. The crown of his cock brushed against her gushing pussy. He pushed forward. Hermione raised her head from the bed and let out a long moan. She was stretching wider than she ever had before. Her hands gripped the sheets in tight fists.

Harry slowly pushed deeper to allow her pussy to accommodate his girth. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air as he buried his cock insider her. His hands gripped her hips tighter as he slid out just a little before pushing back in. He repeated the motion, each time he reached a little deeper. The clever witch cried out in pleasure as he hilted himself inside of her. She shivered on his cock as ripples of pleasure raced along her body. Harry groaned as he felt her pussy grip him tightly.

"So deep!" Hermione moaned.

He let out a moan of his own in reply. Now that he was fully inside of her, Harry began to move slowly. All words were lost as Harry started to pound into her. Her ass shook with each impact. Hermione pushed back to meet him as they started a rhythm. Her body bucked as Harry hammered another orgasm into her. He slowed as she rode the wave of pleasure. His hips returned to speed as it started to fade. The sudden change started a string of smaller explosions.

"STILL CUMMING!" Hermione screamed.

Harry couldn't hold off anymore. Her pussy was dedicated to milking his cock and he was happy to oblige. He thrusted forward, pressing as deep as he could as he launched rope after rope of hot cum inside her. Hermione rocked against him with each shot.

Slowly, he collapsed on top her with her back pressed against her chest. A slight shift turned them on their sides. Hermione pulled his arm close to use as a pillow. She let out a contented sigh. He had wanted to do that for years.

"You came in me." Hermione turned her face enough to clear her mouth from the pillow.

"Yeah." Harry kissed the back of her neck.

"You're lucky I'm on the potion." Hermione teased. "Potter would have been in trouble."

"You could come with me." Harry offered.

"You're a good fuck, Potter." Hermione chuckled. "But not good enough for me to leave my life behind."

"Fair enough." Harry chuckled as well. "I really did come here to study."

"Me too." Hermione cuddled back against him.