(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)
The next week flew by in the wake of Harry and Hermione’s failed attempt to find Michaels memories. After a short conversation they had both agreed that they’d set aside their vendetta. Just for the time being. They both still wanted to see Michael expelled, and wanted to be the ones responsible, but they had nothing to go on. They had quickly met, leaving multiple details out of their reports to each other, and went their separate ways, each with their own secret.
Harry decided not to tell Hermione about him and Ms. Davies, because he’d rather skip the lecture. They both valued Ms. Davies as a professor, but when Hermione first heard that she was running around with one of her students she was critical to say the least. So Harry kept it from her, and it only tormented him a little.