Hermione’s eyes lingered on the dark locket hanging against Harry’s chest. After a moment she spoke quietly.
“Harry… give me the locket.”
He looked at her, surprised. “What? Why?”
“I think it’s affecting you,” she said, her voice careful. “Making you… restless. Let me wear it for a while. Maybe it will settle if someone else carries it.”
Harry hesitated, then lifted the chain over his head and passed it to her. Hermione slipped it around her own neck. The cold metal rested between her breasts.
The effect was almost immediate.
A heavy, pulsing heat flooded through her body. Her skin prickled. Her breathing changed. The water that had felt cool a moment ago now seemed to brush against her in a way that made her thighs press together. Desire — sudden, sharp, and far stronger than anything she had expected — settled low in her stomach and spread outward.
Harry had closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the edge of the pond, trying to calm himself. He didn’t notice the way Hermione’s expression shifted or how her hand slowly drifted beneath the fogged surface of the water.
Her fingers found the sensitive place between her legs. She bit her lip, trying to stay silent as she began to touch herself in slow, deliberate circles. The locket pulsed against her skin, feeding the heat. Her free hand rose to her breast under the water, squeezing gently as her fingers moved faster between her thighs. Soft, almost inaudible breaths escaped her while Harry remained still, eyes closed, unaware of what was happening only a short distance away.
Hermione’s hips shifted slightly in the water. The pleasure built quickly, sharpened by the dark magic of the Horcrux. She kept her eyes half-open, watching Harry’s relaxed face while she continued touching herself, the quiet water barely moving around her.
Harry had drifted into a light doze, the cool water and the quiet of the pond lulling him. A soft, rhythmic sound reached him through the water — *gop… gop… gop* — wet and steady.
He opened his eyes.
Hermione was beneath the surface, her bushy hair floating around her face. She had taken him into her mouth and was slowly moving her head, lips sealed around his cock. The Gillyweed she must have chewed earlier had already worked; delicate gills fluttered at the sides of her neck, allowing her to stay under without needing air. Her hands rested on his thighs as she took him deeper, the warm, wet pressure of her mouth surrounding him completely.
Harry’s breath caught. The sensation was intense — the cool water outside contrasting with the soft heat of her tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft. She moved with careful, deliberate rhythm, cheeks hollowing slightly as she sucked, then easing back only to take him in again. Every few moments she would swirl her tongue around the head before sinking down once more. The soft underwater sounds continued, muffled and intimate.
His hand hovered above the water, unsure whether to touch her hair. Pleasure built quickly. Hermione’s eyes flicked up toward him once, meeting his gaze through the faintly fogged surface, before she focused again on her task. She took him deeper still, the tip of his cock brushing the back of her throat as she held him there for a long moment, then pulled back with a slow, wet slide.
Harry’s hips tensed. “Hermione—” he managed, voice rough.
She didn’t stop. Her pace quickened just enough, lips tight, tongue working steadily until the pressure became overwhelming. He came hard, pulsing into her mouth in thick spurts. Hermione stayed with him through it, swallowing around him as he emptied himself.
Only when he finished did she rise from the water.
She broke the surface slowly, water streaming from her hair and down her shoulders. Her mouth was still full. She looked at him steadily, then swallowed. A thin trail of white slipped from the corner of her lips before she wiped it away with the back of her hand. The new gills at her neck fluttered once more and began to fade as the Gillyweed’s effect slowly wore off. Wet strands of hair clung to her cheeks and collarbones.
They stayed like that for a while — Harry still breathing heavily, Hermione standing in the water in front of him, both of them quiet in the aftermath.
Harry sat on the edge of the pond, water still dripping from his hair. Hermione remained standing in the shallows a few feet away, arms loosely crossed over her chest. The silence between them stretched longer than either of them expected.
Finally Harry cleared his throat.
“Hermione… why did you do that?”
She looked down at the water for a moment before answering. “The locket. When I put it on, everything became… louder. Stronger. I thought it was only affecting you before, but the moment it touched my skin it felt like it was pushing something through me. I couldn’t ignore it. And you were right there. I just… acted.”
Harry’s expression was a mix of concern and residual shock. “You didn’t have to. I would’ve been fine.”
“I know.” Hermione’s voice was quieter than usual. “But in that moment it didn’t feel optional. It felt necessary. That’s what worries me.”
Harry’s gaze dropped to the locket still hanging against her chest. The metal seemed darker than before, almost pulsing faintly in time with her breathing. He frowned.
“It’s reacting differently now,” he said. “Look at it. It’s never done that when I wore it.”
Hermione glanced down. The locket gave another subtle throb against her skin, and she felt a residual warmth spread through her body in response. She swallowed.
“Do you think it’s affecting me more strongly?” she asked. “Because I’m not the one it’s tied to through the scar?”
Harry shook his head slowly. “I don’t know. When I wear it, I get flashes, anger, nightmares. With you it seems to be turning into something else. Something more… physical.” He hesitated. “We might need to be careful. If it’s amplifying whatever you’re feeling, it could get worse the longer you keep it on.”
Hermione touched the chain but didn’t remove it yet. “If I take it off now, will it go back to affecting you the same way?”
“Probably.” Harry’s voice was low. “But I’d rather deal with the nightmares than watch it change you like this.”
They fell quiet again. The tension between them had shifted — no longer just the lingering heat of what had just happened, but something heavier. Concern mixed with the awareness that the Horcrux was no longer a simple burden they could pass back and forth without consequence.
Hermione finally met his eyes. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”
Harry nodded, though his gaze remained on the locket. “Yeah. We will.”
Neither of them moved to leave the pond just yet.
Author note:
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