Next I would like to tell you that this is going to be a short fic. Harry Hermione. And it will contain sex as well as cussing, as all of my stories do. The characters are going to be a little OOC. Also this is Deathly Hallows Compatible but doesn't follow the epilogue… frankly cause I don't agree with the epilogue.
Otherwise enjoy my fic, and R&R por favor
Harry heard the doorbell ring at Number 12 Grimuald Drive and looked up at the clock, realizing that it was already 3pm, and he hadn't got a change to clean himself up.
"Damn it." He looked around then summoned a towel wiping off his chest. "One second…" he yelled out as the doorbell rung again. Harry tossed the towel onto a chair and went to the door, opening it to find his long time best friend and one of the best looking witches of his time.
Hermione was awe struck. She had been looking down at her bags when the door opened, but when she caught sight of Harry, her knees just about gave out.
Standing there at the door of his house stood man, no longer the boy-who-lived, but now the Man-who-defeated. He stood there in nothing more than a pair of very tight fitting jeans, giving Hermione a chance to appreciate just what Quidditch had done for him. Broad muscled shoulders that gave way to toned pecs, and an amazingly sculpted six-pack. He even had that V that started at the top of his hips and dipped into his pants below. The muscles in his arms were large yet not so big as to stand out, and his skin was tanned and pulled tight across his impressive muscles.
Not only that but he was also covered in a sheen of sweat and dirt that made him look older and even more rugged. It was all that she could do to stop from throwing herself on to him and begging him to take her there. She didn't completely succeed in her endeavor, because in the next second her arms were wrapped around his neck, and the rest of her body pressed tightly to his in a hug that completely reflected how she felt. She hadn't see Harry in six months, and she had missed everything about him.
Harry was slightly taken aback at the girl in his arms. She had grown up in the last six months… maybe it was because before that he saw her practically everyday so he never noticed the changes but he knew that the woman he was holding was no longer a girl, but a full fledged woman. She had cut her hair he noticed as in breathed in the scent of Sweat Pea, it was still wavy, but tamed, and at her chin. Her chest had filled out quite nicely, he reasoned, noticing only because it was pressed so tightly against his own bare chest. He took a step back to look at her better.
What he found was one very delectable woman. Curves in all the right places, a nice size chest, beautiful face, sun-kissed skin, and legs any man would die to have wrapped around his waist. She was clad in a modest yet hot black shirt that clung to her legs, a green v-neck tank top, and some strappy low heals.
"Goodness 'Mione…. When did you turn into a vixen?" Harry asked giving her a sly smile.
"Apparently around the same time that you turned into a Greek God." Hermione laughed and pulled her bags into the house closing the door behind her. "It's great to see you Harry, I really have missed you…"
"Well seeings how you're moving in here… I guess you won't have a problem with that anymore. Here…" he said gently taking her bags for her and showing her to the stairs, "let me show you to your room, I spent a whole month working on it so you better like it." He said with a pseudo sternness in his voice.
Hermione gave him a haughty look, "Oh I don't know… you know how picky I am…"
Harry smiled at her. They climbed to the top floor where both of their rooms were located. He opened the door to the room and moved in setting down her bags and letting her get a view of her new home.
The room was in direct contrast with the rest of the house. Instead of dark gray walls, and a room covered in a thick layer of dust, she found a bright beautiful room. The walls were painted a bright blue color from ceiling down to about waist high, from there to the ground was mahogany wood paneling. Her bed and dresser were done in the same mahogany wood. When she noticed the wood on the bed, she noticed just how great the bed was. It was a huge four poster king size bed with what looked like blue satin sheets, and a big soft hand–made quilt. She moved into the room more and found a huge bathroom done in white and blue, and it had a huge whirlpool tub.
Hermione turned around and found Harry watching her, waiting for her reaction. For the second time that day she found herself in his arms, this time thanking him. "Harry its beautiful, I love it."
A huge smile broke out on his face as he hugged her closer. "I'm glad that you like it…"
Hermione looked up at him, and couldn't hold back a smile. "Thank you."
"Your welcome 'Mione." He said looking down at her, their faces only a few inches apart. He regretfully let her out of his arms. "Um… I… I guess I better go hop in the bath…" he was back tracking, "Dinner will be ready at five… go ahead and unpack… and feel free to explore…"
Hermione watched him oddly, "You know I have been here before…"
"Um… Yeah… I know… But you could check out the changes…" and then a look came across Harry's face that Hermione couldn't quite place, "maybe take a look at the Library…"
Hermione's face lit up instantly as she remembered the vast expanse that the library had been last time she had been there. Not wanting to look to eager she tried to down play her excitement by moving toward the bed and beginning to unpack, "Yeah… I might check out the library later…Did you do anything drastic with it?"
Harry looked as if he was trying to remember, "hum… I guess your going to have to go down there and find out…"
She gave him a death glare… "I'll probably take a glance at it after I'm done un-packing…"
Harry nodded. "Have fun…" he stated before he left the room.
Harry walked into his own room, which was modeled almost exactly like Hermione's except that instead of blue his room was done in red. He quickly slipped into his bathroom and turned on the taps in his tub. As he was waiting for the tub to fill up he pulled out his wand and tapped the mirror. A picture of Hermione quickly came to view. He watched her enlarge her bags and unpack, making the room he had spent countless hours on, hers.
He was so glad that she was here, and happy, that he found himself smiling just at the sight of her. He noticed that the tub was full and turned off the tap, slipping off his jeans and boxers, he slipped into the tub and turned on the jets, letting the water relax his aching muscles, and cleanse his sweaty body, as he watched Hermione.
She had tapped the radio with her wand, and was softly singing to along with 3 Doors Down as they sang Kryptonite, while she moved her clothing from her suitcase into the dresser. He wasn't spying on her. He just wanted to see her reaction to the library. He loved seeing her smile and he knew that there wasn't anything in this world that mad her happier than books.
She didn't do as he expected though. She didn't unpack quickly and run down stairs, instead she took the time to unpack and decorate her room completely. Harry slipped out of the tub and moved down stairs to the kitchen starting on Dinner. He bewitched the mirror in the kitchen to alert him when she walked into the library.
But the alert never came. Instead at five when he was placing two large Caesar salads with spicy grilled shrimp and salmon on top, Hermione stepped off of the last stair wearing a short green billowy skirt and white halter top, with no shoes. Harry had to stop himself from drooling.
"Harry this looks wonderful,"
"So do you…" Harry said before he could stop himself, "I mean… thank you"
Hermione gave him a dazzling smile, took a few steps toward him and gave him a chaste peck on his cheek. "Let's eat."
Harry pulled her chair out for her before taking his own seat. "Did you like the Library?" he asked knowing full well that she didn't take the time to see it.
"I haven't checked it out yet, I figured that you might want to be there… so you can show me every little thing you've done."
Harry smiled at this and took a bite of his salad. "I'd be happy to."
She was speechless… Hermione Granger, know it all, got an opinion about everything, was speechless.
Harry's hand was on the small of her back pushing her slowly deeper into the room.
It was huge, two floors, the second being a loft style walk way around a second set of shelving, instead of a full floor. There was a spiral staircase at the other end of the room leading up to the second floor. On the ground floor was a huge fireplace, bookcases full of books of muggle and magical books alike, and many couches and big soft chairs alike. The floor was covered in red and green soft carpet, the walls that weren't covered in books were a dark red, a huge chandler hung from the ceiling, spreading bright light through out the huge room.
"Hermione you might want to start breathing again, it might let you enjoy it a little more…"
"It's perfect… How did you…? I swear you pulled this room directly from my mind…"
"I did no such thing, I just thought of everything you liked… and then put it all together."
Hermione turned to him, and Harry wasn't disappointed. The smile on her face at that moment was bigger and brighter than any smile he had ever seen on her face before. She moved so that she was standing directly in front of him, one of her hands resting on his chest, the other clasped loosely around his, stroking her thumb slowly over the top of his callused hand.
"Hermione… what are you doing?"
Her smile hadn't left her face as she looked up into Harry's bright green eyes, "Thanking you."
She stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his. At his surprised gasp, she took advantage of his open mouth and slid her tongue into his mouth, caressing his tongue with hers. The hand on his chest gripped his shirt and pulled him closer to her. She hooked a leg around his stroking his leg with it, her lips never leaving his.
Harry was shaking. His body was responding, and all he wanted to do was lay her down and take her right then. When he started to deepen the kiss she responded, moaning into his mouth and pressing her body closer to his, before slowly pulling back.
When he opened his eyes he saw her staring deep into his eyes. "Thank you, Harry. For everything." At that she let go of him and slipped from the room, leaving a very horny, very flustered, and very confused Harry Potter standing in her wake.
Like it? I hope so. Please review, and let me know. It happens to be my first Harry Hermione fic and I hope I'm doing it right.