The library

The rest of breakfast passed with little fanfare, small talk passing between them about classes and other things. Harry could detect no immediate physical changes in Hermione, but he thought she looked at him a bit more intently during the meal.

They were about to part ways outside the great hall, when Hermione grabbed his hand. “Harry, promise you will not spend all day flying. It is our NEWT year and so staying on top if our studies is vital, especially since you are on unsure about joining the aurors and so good grades will open other options for you.” Hermione’s eyes softened as she worried her bottom lip, and Harry felt her rub circles on the back of his hand with her thumb. “Also I had a thought during breakfast earlier that may properly incentivize you to study harder. So tell me you will come to the library after lunch.”

Harry swallowed, “You win Hermione, I look forward to hearing this plan of yours. Whatever would I do with out you?”

Hermione smiled at him, pleased with his response. Quickly she leaned, kissing him on the cheek, before turning and walk towards the library.

Harry stood there and watched her walk away from him. He wondered of it was his mind playing tricks on him, him hoping that potion was indeed taking affect. For he thought Hermione hips were swaying a bit more than her normal walk, and that she was trying to draw his attention to stare at her arse. An arse he swore looked just a bit plumper and framed delectably in jeans looked even snugger.

***

Harry had taken longer at his quidditch training than he had planned, and so had missed Hermione at lunch. It was the first time he had ever been frustrated at the prospect of flying or quidditch, but his teammates had caught him out on the pitch and had insisted on a pick-up game to see what rust there was to shake off before tryouts and the season started.

As Harry entered the library, he quickly went in search of Hermione. The task took him a 10 minutes, but he finally found her at a lone table in a rarely used section at the back of the library. He hadn’t thought to look there, because the spot was often where Hermione went to study alone and in peace.

He placed his bag at the side of the table, and returned Hermione’s smile as she looked up at him.

“Harry you made it! I was beginning to worry that you blew me off.”

He smiled sheepishly, struggling to keep eye contact when all he wanted do was glance look down and see if her tits had indeed gotten bigger. Really he had gotten annoyed while flying that the results were not noticeable during breakfast. The realignment potion hadn’t said anything about the 24 hr delay like the breast or butt potions.

“Sorry Hermione, Ron and Ginny caught me out on the pitch. I have been looking forward to seeing you since breakfast, you seemed excited about your study plan for me and have been curious about it all morning.”

Hermione bashfully tucked some hair behind her ear at his enthusiasm, “Tell you what Harry, why don’t you go over Professor Flitwick’s review of the 6th year material for an hour. After that I will tell you about my idea.”

Harry frowned momentarily getting his hopes up that Hermione would have been a little more forward and upfront, but he quickly masked his features. He got out his Charms book, “Sounds great,” Hermione.

With that Hermione focused on her own material, and Harry took the opportunity to look at her chest. Unfortunately he could not see much with her head bent towards the book, and her wild chestnut curls spilling over her shoulders.

Harry sighed in exasperation and got to studying.