...erself in a more 'friendly' way. Instead, and to Harry's complete horror, she ended up shifting back and forth against a certain part of his anatomy.
"Hermione," Harry whispered sharply to get her attention, but her hips continued to rotate as she tried to somehow create space where there could be none.
Harry being a sixteen year old boy could no more fight the reaction than any other male in his year. A girl, and a pretty one at that, causing friction in that area… well it was sure to lead to only one thing.
"Hermmmione," hissed Harry his hands flying to either side of her hips holding them still. As her movement ceased she could feel Harry's growing problem firmly pressed against her inner hip.
There was no where to go. Both of them stood quite immobile and neither spoke for fear of Goyle hearing from the other side of the door. Harry knew his face was most likely tinged a bright red and even though he was looking anywhere but at her, he could see out of the corner of his eye just how embarrassed Hermione's expression was. Closing his eyes he tried to think about anything… absolutely anything to make it go away. Snape as a transvestite, Dudley in a bikini, Mrs. Figg's cats… Merlin! Anything!
It seemed like hours but in reality it was only minutes before Harry heard Crabbe's footsteps returning. The door creaked as Goyle shoved off from it and once again Hermione jumped rubbing up against him. Harry lost all conscious ...