Harry Potter: The Witty Wizard

'Yes, I'm nervous, damn it,' she thought. 'However, this should help get him through this. But, that's really only an excuse I'm using... I've thought about showing a boy my tits for so long... especially, Harry...'

Suddenly, she yanked upwards with both crossed arms crossing her face at the forearms, as the bottom of the baby doll nightie top came with them. Barely a second later, she was lowering her arms out either side with the top dangling in her left hand.

'Gods!' she thought. 'I'm bare-chested in front of a boy!'

A moment later, 'Why isn't he staring at my tits?'

'Oh! I told him to lock his eyes with mine and he's doing it through sheer willpower!'

Screwing up her courage she smiled and said, "Well done, Harry. I thought, for sure, you'd look." Then she softly said, "Now, look at them, Harry. But, no touching!"

When she left about fifteen minutes later, she had used her own breasts to show Harry all the relevant parts. Even going so far as to press her left breast out flat to show the slight ridge that denoted the edge of the internal mammary gland.

When he started to relax and began asking questions back she was happy to answer them. He even said he thought the nipple would be bigger.

"It will get bigger; they will get bigger," she replied. "Every girls' breasts develop differently. Some girls' breasts even develop differently from each other. For some, it seems their nipples develop first and then the rest of the breast seems to follow along. That means they can have decent-sized nipples and areolae before they're past an 'A' cup. For me, it's my nipples that are the slowest. A year ago they were still the same as a little girls. I was worried I was going to develop breasts with no real nipples, until they finally started to grow."

"What size..." he tried.

"At the moment, I'm an average 'B' cup but, if genetics hold true, I'll end up an average to slightly large 'C' cup."

"How big would that be?" he asked.

She thought about it for a moment before she replied, "Henrietta's size."

"Henrietta?" he asked.

"She's the younger of the two female aurors currently watching over you."

"Oh," he replied. "Sorry, I'll have to see if I can figure that out when I see her next. I wouldn't have a clue how big she is, at the moment. I've not noticed."

Hermione gave a little laugh and said, "Anyway. I'd better get up to my room to get dressed before the aurors come looking for us." Then asked, "Understand better now?"

"Yes, thank you," he brightly said and smiled.

She quickly pulled her baby doll nightie back over her head and slipped the arms through the armless sleeve holes. Then picked the robe up off the side of the bed. She'd moved it there earlier when she became a little worried he might make a grab at her. She didn't want it tangling her feet if she had to hurriedly back off.

He didn't, though. He kept his hands to himself, as she knew he would.

Slipping the robe back on and re-belting the sash she leaned forward, placed her hands on his shoulders and kissed him on the cheek.

"You have a call to your godfather to make," she said, standing up. "But, not a word of this to anyone, including him."

"No, this was private," he firmly agreed.

She gave him a smile and walked to the door. Just as she passed through she smelled the scent of a perfume, looked to the thick carpet, looked up and smiled.

As she closed the door a bit she quietly whispered, "Come up to my room." And poked with a finger into the midriff of the person she knew to be standing there.

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Harry sat at his desk again, again with the mirror in his hand.

He felt deeply honoured that Hermione would show him her breasts like that; and even went over, for him, how they worked and developed.

But, now he needed to make a mirror call. He needed to tell Sirius what happened at breakfast.

When Sirius answered it looked like Harry'd just woken him. "Wha?"

"Sorry, I just woke you, didn't I?" said Harry.

Sirius gave his head a shake and said, "If it's important, you're forgiven."

"Dumbledore just tried to abduct me using a mail owl delivered auto-portkey," he immediately said.

Sirius was a moment before his eyes widened in shock. And a few moments later his face morphed into fury. "Yeah. That's important enough. Tell me what happened."

Harry described what happened, how Dobby intercepted the letter, which was then when he realised it was a portkey by it activating as Dobby was portkeyed away instead; and how the aurors were very quickly right there.

Then he went over their investigations into the trace of the portkey signature, Dobby popping back, he handing over the letter that was the auto-portkey to the aurors and Dobby telling them where the portkey took him.

"The aurors now have a copy of the outgoing portkey trace, the actual portkey used and Dobby's verbal statement," he concluded. "Then, Madam Bones was also informed."

"Right, anything you missed?" asked Sirius.

"Nope," he replied.

Sirius nodded and said, "Leave this with me. I'm going to see Bonesy and have this dealt with! You know, trying to kidnap one of the Seven is an offence of such magnitude it can easily see the culpable party tossed through the Veil."

"I've got no problems with that," said Harry.

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Up in her room Hermione had waited only a moment after spinning around and staring at the door until a now visible Henrietta Patterson walk in.

"How did you know?" asked the auror.

"While you were using a disillusionment charm, you forgot about the scent of your perfume," explained Hermione. "That alerted me to the fact you had very recently been there, or that you were still there. The second clue and the one that alerted me to you actually still being there was the impression your boots made in the carpet."

Patterson sighed and said, "If my bosses heard I'd forgotten about those two details―"

"They won't from me," smiled Hermione. "But, I need to know, what are you going to tell anyone else about what you saw?"

"Nothing," Patterson immediately replied. "It's not our job to stop either of you from even deciding to 'bonk like bunnies' on the table in the dinette. We'd only step in if either of you was non-consenting to what was going on. And it's not our job to tell your parents anything, either.

"If you thought us a risk of telling your parents when you get up to something you felt they might not approve of, you might decide to give us the slip. That's a security issue. Therefore, we don't discuss it and we don't tell anyone about it."

"Thank you," sighed Hermione.

Patterson gave her a nod and smiled before she said, "What surprised me the most was that Potter did not get up and try and fondle your girls. That showed a lot of willpower."

"Harry's too much the gentleman to do that," she immediately replied. "Though, I admit, I had worried about it."

Patterson gave another smile and a nod before she said, "I'll leave you to getting dressed." Then turned and left the room.

Turning to her bureau, Hermione began to pull clothes out she'd be wearing after her shower. She never closed the door.

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