My Works in the Multiverse (SIAU)

Hermione was clinging to me, her hands feeling my body every inch, looking for any injury or pain. Her gaze was full of concern, and that really hit me.

I hug her tightly, allowing the girl to calm down a little. Soon, feeling her breathing return to normal, I lift her face to mine, and kiss her passionately.

A very excited and hurried voice ran in French next to us, which made me stop kissing Hermione, and look to my right, where an embarrassed Fleur, along with her little sister, were panting heavily.

"You're okay, that's good." I comment, giving both girls a relieved smile.

"Mercy, Arry, mercy" says the younger girl, giving me a hug that even enveloped Hermione, since, well, we were hugging before.

Managing to free one of my hands, I place it on top of the little girl's head, rubbing her long, straight blonde hair a little.

"No need, little one, it's nothing that any other competitor wouldn't have done." I say with a smile to the girl. "We are rivals in the tournament, but the goal is to make friends with people from different cultures, helping in situations like this, strengthens the goal of making friends and cooperation between cultures." I explain, a little confused.

"You're not very good with words, Arry." Fleur says, laughing openly as I turned into a tomato from how red I was. "Mercy once again, for all the help." she says, and gives me a kiss on the cheek, and then on Hermione's.

"I didn't do anything..." Hermione starts.

"You take care of him, he took care of us, indirectly, you took care of us, so you deserve thanks too." Fleur explains, with Hermione about to go into her no-nonsense mode, but stopped by me.

"Thank you." I say simply. "Why don't you and your sister join us for lunch? We have a study group, and it would be a great help if you showed up there." I smile at both of them.

After a grateful smile from the pair, I look back at Hermione, who had that look every woman gives her boyfriend when she suspects something.

"Are you trying something with our pretty French girl?" She had her eyes narrowed firmly on mine. That cold, accusatory voice didn't hide anything.

"It depends on your suspicions..." I answer calmly. "If you suspect that I'm trying to find possible allies in a country outside the British sphere, you're right, but if it's something sexually speaking, I think that's all in your head." I explain.

"And why is it important to have allies outside of Magical Britain?" There it was again, that look.

I hug her, leaving my mouth very close to her ear, while I whisper.

"My scar has been tingling and hurting a lot more often since the day the champions were chosen. I don't know why, I can't even put my finger on it, but I'm starting to worry." I felt the girl tense up in my arms.

"Is that why you've been so insistent on forming this study group, the mock fights, physical training, all this without saying anything?" She pushes me away a little, looking straight into my eyes.

"Yes, and because if I told you, on the one hand, someone might think I'm crazy, or crying out for attention, on the other hand, I'd put you and the others under a lot of hard and heavy pressure, which would hinder your development more than it would help.

You and I both know how intense you can become with worries. Let's not forget that you started reviewing your final subjects 2 months earlier than necessary, with the excuse that you might forget the content.

During this period, you were sleeping little, and when you did sleep, you were uncomfortable in some crooked chair, so that you could wake up earlier and be ready to go back to studying. You don't know how much this worries me, Hermione.

So I thought it best to keep things light, but seeing you have a slight thought that I'm interested in being with another girl besides you, I prefer to make my worries clear, and adapt and stop you, as much as I can." I blurt out.

"I-I, am I that bad, Harry?" She looks at me a little upset, but more worried.

"I've toned it down a lot so as not to make you uncomfortable." I answer sincerely. "If I get too intense again, do you promise to stop me?" She looks at me worriedly, while a cheeky smile appears on my face.

"Oh, Hermione Granger, you bet. I already have the perfect method for when that happens..." I let my cheeky smile show, looking at the girl's now even more worried expression.

"H-Harry, what's on that dirty mind of yours?" She tries to pull away, but I hug her tighter.

"Now, every time my girl is a bad girl, I'm going to give her a few corrective spanks to learn..." My hand was holding her left buttock tightly, and I give it a squeeze, which made her jump a little.

"That being the case..." she says, while her mouth is very close to my right ear, "... I think I need to practice my bad side a little." And to my surprise, her tongue runs over my ear, sending a stimulating sensation to the rest of my body.

Our bodies were very close due to the hug, and her provocation was answered when she felt the young Harry's awakening movement brush against her leg, and with much 'bravery', he placed himself exactly between her legs.

Hermione's body stiffened, but soon relaxed.

"Is this for me?" There was an unmistakable hint of insecurity in her voice.

"It's always you, Hermione, and only you." I answer, and I look for her lips, giving her a kiss full of affection and depth.

"I think I can help you with this accumulated stress from so much studying and worrying." She stops our kiss, giving me a serious and fixed look, eye to eye. "Shall we go to our refuge?"

"Do you want to take this step, Hermione? It's one that has no turning back, and I don't want you to regret it later, or for it to make you feel strange towards me for some reason." I let my old insecurities reappear.

"Dobby," it's not me who calls, but Hermione. A small crack and my hyperactive elf friend appears. "Please take us to the refuge? I need to speak to Harry in private." She looks at the little elf.

"Mrs. Ermone asked Dobby for help, Dobby takes Master Harry sir and Mrs. Ermone there." She finishes saying, stepping forward and holding our arms. We felt the tug and soon, we found ourselves in the Chamber of Secrets, now known to us, Hermione, Dobby, Winky and I as a refuge.