..., I can start tutoring you every night for the last half hour before curfew, if you'd like?" She replied, rubbing her sore arm. She'd never practised spell casting for that long before.
"Sounds good." He replied.
They left the room and had been walking for a few minutes when Harry noticed she was still rubbing her hand and shoulder. He was walking on her right side so he simply held out his hand and said, "Here, give me your hand. I can help with that."
She placed her hand in his without question, palm up. Harry fished out a bottle of what looked like oil from his pocket. Hermione asked the obvious question. "Why are you carrying around massage oil in your pocket?"
Harry looked at her like she was crazy, "You mean other people don't?" He asked incredulously. Seeing her shaking her head slowly he shook his own in pity. "What is this world coming to..." Regardless of his lost faith in humanity as a whole Harry covered both his hands and her hand and forearm in the oil before he put his skills to work.
Hermione almost stopped walking as her hand instantly felt better. She let out an involuntary moan and he started on her forearm before squeaking and covering her mouth with her free hand.
Harry chuckled, "It's fine, nothing to be ashamed of. I was taught by th...