AN: This is the next in my drabble series. Ardency and Infelicity come first, so please read them before reading this. This drabble takes place two hours after Infelicity, and contains mild language and sexual situations.
Yes, I know that this is really short (like, 150 words shorter than the other drabbles). I didn't end it where I did, it would turn into a smut-fic, which is not what I intend to write (just yet). So enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I only own some merchandise.
This is uncomfortable. For the past hour, we've been drinking and she has been sharing her insecurities with me. Yes, I love her, but there is only so much I can take. Her telling me about her problems with work is one thing; her telling me about her problems with Ron is difficult. That, and her cuddling up close to me is stirring a physical reaction.
"And I know that he isn't the most affectionate person, but I wonder if I'm the reason he won't come near me. Like I'm not pretty enough or sexy enough to be intimate with. And—"
"Ron's an idiot," I say. I don't care that he's my best friend; if he makes Mione feel like this, then he's a jackass. Hermione looks scandalized, and I continue. "Any guy would be lucky to be that close to you, and he's throwing it away." She leans into me, and I shift around so she doesn't find out how true my statement is.
"You're always so nice to me. I wish Ron could be more like you." I run a hand through her hair to distract me from the pain. Hermione should be treated like a princess, and the man that wants to spend his life with her treats her like just another face in the crowd. This is why I drink. Hermione nuzzles up to me, and I can tell that she's smashed. She was always a lightweight, and it's rubbing off on me. In my drunken state, I run my mouth.
"You're so beautiful. So, so beautiful. Ron should be treating you like a princess, I know I would," I say. Hermione looks up into my eyes and my breath hitches. She's giving me this look, a look I've never seen before but know all too well. I give her that look every day, and I'm astounded. Before I know what is happening, she leans up and kisses me. I'm too shocked to do anything but kiss her back, and she straddles me. She deepens the kiss and runs her hands through my hair, and it feels fantastic. She pulls off my shirt and unbuttons hers as I carry her to my bedroom.
"Hermione, do you want this?" I ask before things go past the point of no return. She nods.
"Very much so, Harry."
I know she's engaged, and I know we're drunk, but I could care less. This could be my only chance to be with her, and I'll be damned if I pass it up.
