Detailed Summary: Harry and Hermione's relationship in their seventh year - almost perfect. Ginny's plan to finally get Harry is coming together until Hermione decides to take matters into her own hands. Meanwhile, Neville tries to open Ginny's eyes to her short falls; and Ron & Luna have their own issues. All the while, others are working behind the scenes - but whether to help or hinder, one can only guess.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are property of JK Rowling, the books' publishers, and Warner Bros. Inc. Any original characters are of my own creation.
Author's Note: Short H/Hr fluff chapter...the plot will start up in the next chapter. If you like this chapter (via review), I will post the next chapter as soon as I can. I have written a bit already for this fic, and I'm planning on completing it. Hope you enjoy my fic!
"Hermione…it's getting late. I need my beauty sleep." He batted his eyelashes in an exaggerated manner at her, forcing her to giggle at his antics.
"Oh Harry. I believe that I have the right to throw you out of here…so bear with me, alright?"
"Hey, you so much as told me to sleep over in your room tonight. Practically dragged me here, you know."
Hermione laughed, "You make me sound like some girl who's a sex-crazed addict. You were the one who stuck his tongue down my throat leaving me absolutely no choice but to continue – you know – in more private quarters. I don't know what you have over me, Harry James Potter, but it's completely unfair." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"I'm good, am I not? Oh, would my dearly departed father be so proud of me."
"Hmmm…don't think he died soon enough. He has completely corrupted you from the moment you were born."
"Oh yeah. I think I still may remember that one cute female nurse that handed me over to my mother. She was ever so gentle. I must send her a card. Her birthday may have been yesterday…although, mind you, it was so long ago that it's difficult to remember. Merlin, do I feel awful!" Harry sat up in his bed quickly, and put his hand over his head in a mock-concern, "What would my father think of me, Hermione, if he knew that I forgot the cute female nurse's birthday! First lesson he taught me, when I was only a few hours old – always remember a lady's birthday, but you must at all costs forget her real age."
Hermione rolled her eyes and threw a big pillow at his face from where she was lying stomach down on her own bed (she had requested an extra bed in her room – the Head Girl's private dormitory - in case of visitors coming to sleep over).
"Be quiet, will you? And I'm sure your father knows all about your forgetfulness. He is, after all, supposed to look after you. Do you think he has anything better to do in the afterlife?"
Harry grinned mischievously, "My mother keeps him busy, I bet you anything."
"HARRY! Ugh, that is NOT the mental image I want in my head right now!" Hermione groaned, and tried to return her focus on what she was reading.
Harry looked over his hands as if they were the most fascinating things in the world.
Silence reigned for several long minutes.
TBC