"Of course, Mister Finch-Fletchley," she replied. "Whenever you're ready or you need, my door is open to you. You know that."
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At the end of the April Wizengamot meeting, Harry met with Ogden, Bones, Marchbanks, Greengrass and Longbottom in the Chief Warlock's office before returning to the school. Until then, he didn't even know the Chief Warlock (or Witch, when the position was held by a witch) had an office.
The topic was, unsurprisingly, Justin.
"So, he's now been made aware of the Seat that awaits him?" asked Samuel.
"Yes," replied Ogden. As this was his office, he 'chaired' the meeting. "I've also arranged for certain books on the history and formation of the Wizengamot to be sent to him, so he can read it for himself."
"Any idea on which way he'll go?" asked Samuel.
Harry replied, "He'll do his own research. He'll speak with his father about it. He will probably ask for one of us, or more, to pay his father a visit. With that last one, I recommend he be given leave to go home for a weekend so he can give his own views directly to his father and family; and to at least introduce you, if he already knows you."
Ogden cocked an eyebrow and smirk at Harry before he asked, "And who do you believe should attend?"
"The same folks who were in the office with him on Sunday," Harry immediately replied. "Except me, that is. I just made the introductions. And don't forget to include Pomona Sprout. She is, after all, his current magical guardian."
"My views, too," said Ogden. He turned to Bones and asked, "Up for a visit to a muggle home, Amelia?"
"Always," she simply replied. "But we don't know when, or even if, he's going to ask."
"I think he will," replied Harry. "But, give him at least a couple of weeks, if not a month, to ask. Then be prepared."
"That was my read of the situation, too," said Bones.
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On late Friday evening a few days later, during a week when Hermione appeared to get more and more perturbed about something and which Harry had no idea how to address because he didn't know what was causing it, she dragged him aside for a chat.
"Harry," she began. "Have I done something wrong, or do you think you're falling out of love with me, or are Fleur and Daphne better―"
"Wait, wait, stop," he blurted, cutting in.
When she did immediately stop, and also looked on the verge of tears, he asked, "Hermione, Love; why would you ever think such a thing? I love you."
She sniffled and replied, "Because you haven't come asking me if you can sleep with me again."
Confused and a little embarrassed, he said, "I'm supposed to? I didn't know that. There was nothing in the books Sirius gave me that said I should do that."
With dawning comprehension at what had happened, Hermione groaned and said, "No. They don't, do they."
Taking a deep breath she said, "Harry. You're allowed to approach me and ask, or suggest, or hint, or anything like that, that you'd like to have sex again. I give you permission. And, I'm sure once the other two learn that, they'll also tell you that you have permission to ask."
"Oh," he said. He thought about it for a few moments before he gave a little nod to himself and asked, "Hermione, can we sleep together again, tonight? I mean, to have sex? You don't have to if―"
"Yes," she immediately blurted before calming again. "Yes, Harry. I'd like to sleep with you tonight, too."
With a wide and pleased grin he asked, "Do you... want to go up to the Room and―"
"No," she replied. "I'd like to sleep in your bed in here, if that's alright with you?"
He happily nodded.
Relieved, she said, "Great. Why don't you finish up what you're working on and then get ready in bed. I'll be in in about twenty minutes, alright?"
"Alright," he said, starting to turn away. He hesitated a moment before he turned back and said, "I'm sorry, Hermione. I didn't know." Then he left for his bedroom.
As soon as the door closed she sighed before she turned to the other two, who had been watching them. "Ladies, we have a problem."
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It was less than the twenty minutes, before Hermione entered. She had come in and immediately noticed that Harry had clearly just come out of the shower, as there was still the light mist of steam coming from his ensuite.
Harry was sitting in bed with only a sheet on to the waist and was skimming through one of the books Sirius had given him, with a look of combined annoyance and concentration on his face. She only saw the expression for a bare moment before he looked up and smiled.
He set the book aside and, without a word, flicked back the covers on 'her' side of the bed.
Realising Harry was trying to find out from the books where he went wrong, she smiled and walked over. She was, at the time, wearing a simple dressing gown; her fluffy one.
Barely hesitating, she undid the cloth belt holding the gown closed at her waist before then flicking it off her shoulders with both hands at the 'lapels' and letting it drop to the floor.
Again for a moment, she stood there allowing him to look her nude form over, before she slid into the bed and moved in for a cuddle.
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