"... you will be safest if I sit on you."
"What?" Harry gasped.
"It may sound strange, but it really is the safest option, harry."
"Strange? More like insane! Look at me, Hermione, I'm tiny. You'll squish me."
"I'm sure I won't, but what other choice do I have? Swallow you? I really don't want to digest my best friend."
"You'll flatten me instead. Honestly Hermione, if I was my regular size, I'd be more than happy for you to sit on me, but this is madness."
"You would. Well, we can talk about that after we get you back to normal. This time though, the whole of you is going under my bum."
"Please, Hermione... I don't want to die."
"I won't let you die, Harry. I'll be as safe as possible. Trust me."
"I want to trust you, Hermione... but this..."
"How about we give it a bit of a test run first? Put your mind at rest."
"What do you mean."
"I'll sit on you here in the kitchen, gently at first, then more firmly. That way I can monitor your condition, make sure you are okay."
"Do I have a choice?"
"None whatsoever."
"You'd better get started then."
Hermione lowered Harry onto the nearest counter, close to the edge from her perspective, but not so close that Harry was likely to fall off, nor would he be able to reach the edge before she sat down. She positioned him in such a way that Harry would be buried under her left butt cheek. She may want to sit gently at first, but in time, she would want to ensure he could handle being buried under her full weight.
"Ready, Harry?" she asked as she turned around.
"Go ahead" he responded, in a resigned tone of voice.
Hermione sat, but not too firmly at first. She rested her butt upon him, and could feel him under the fabric of her robes.
Harry could feel her presence too, barely upon him, but from his perspective, it was enough to hold him in place. Even now he was trapped; unable to escape, or move the girl who was now sitting, albeit gently.
"I'll give you a bit more weight" she informed him, sitting until she was pressing him into the counter top, but still only using a fraction of her weight.
"Are you still there?, Harry" she asked him.
"Y-yes. Harry wheezed. Please tell me that is all you can give." He suspected she was just getting started, and he was still certain that he would not survive if that wasn't her full weight.
"Not by a long shot" Hermione actually giggled "try some more."
She now sat firmly on the boy beneath her butt. She had not yet lifted her feet off the floor though, nor was she leaning into him. She was a little concerned that Harry sounded like he might be at his limit already though, she knew that if she was going to use him as her broomstick seat cushion, he would have to endure far more of her than she was offering right now.
"Oh, god!" Harry gasped. You are like a young elephant. Are you sure you're not trying to flatten me?"
"Not at all, Harry. But I'm about ready to sit firmly upon you."
"You're not doing that already."
"I will be in a second, brace yourself."
"Hermione then settled fully upon the boy beneath her, and relaxed.
Harry was no longer convinced that Hermione was a young elephant, she felt more like a steamroller. Yet even now, he was still alive, and conscious.
"My God, Hermione. It is a miracle I am not squished."
"Goddess" Hermione smiled back.
"Sorry?"
"I am your Goddess, Harry. Gods are male, if you'll recall."
"I'll try to remember that" Harry gasped "If I survive this."
"You have so far, now it's time for me to really sit on you."
"You aren't doing so already? JESUS!"
Hermione leaned into Harry, settling all of her weight onto the butt cheek he was buried under, and lifted her feet off the floor.
Harry could barely speak; the act of talking was too much for him. He could only settle for trying to move occasionally, not that he could, but perhaps Hermione could sense the tensing of his muscles.
As it turned out, she could. She nodded to herself as she felt her friend struggling under her backside, assuring her that he was still alive, and conscious."
"I'll sit here for around five minutes" Hermione informed him "I can feel you trying to move, so keep assuring me that you are safe and well."
For a moment, Harry considered staying still. But what would happen then. Would Hermione swallow him instead? She had offered that as an alternative to sitting on him. As nervous as he was, Harry was still alive, and he wished to go on living. Thus, it was that he twitched occasionally, to be sure that Hermione wouldn't get other ideas.
Five minutes later, Hermione got up, and looked down at her friend, reassured that he is still alive.
"Have you secured the package, Miss Granger" Moody's gruff voice called to her from the next room
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