Hi. This is an HHr fic. I don't like them that much, but I figured, "Hey, why not?" They're grown up now. Like, in their 20's. R&R

"Oh, gods, is she hot!" said Harry.

"Um, are you Okay?" asked Ron.

"Huh? Oh right. See the chick over there? Isn't she hot?"

"Harry. Hate to burst your bubble, but, uh, that's Hermione."

"What? AAAAHHHH! No way. I didn't say that. I did not say that."

"Yeah. You did."

"Nu-uh."

"C'mon. Ask her out."

Harry just stared at his friend. He'd known about Ron's crush on Hermione since forever. "You don't mind?"

"Nah. Go ahead. I dropped the crush in sixth year."

"Thanks Ron." Harry jumped up and ran over to Hermione

When he got there, he tapped her lightly on the shoulder while she danced and she whirled around. Everything went in slow motion for Harry in that moment. She turned slowly and her hair slowly flung over her shoulder.

"Um, hi. You wanna dance?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess."

"Cool."

They started dancing. Harry had never been more happy. He moved closer and closer still. Finally he moved so close that he was touching her and swinging with her. He could barely breath. He was so excited.

All of a sudden, the music stopped and turned real slow. He backed up when Hermione turned around (she had been facing away from him.) right as she turned around so that he didn't look to suspicious.

"Um.." she stammered.

"Let's dance." Harry said.

Hermione beamed and put her arms around him. They swayed slowly and closely together. When the music finally stopped and the DJ announced the end of the music, they still stayed there. Eventually, Hermione lifted her head up and Harry felt the cold where her head had just been. She was smiling and looked into his eyes.

"We'd better go." She said.

Harry noticed that Ron had been dancing excitedly with Parvati and so he knew he was squared off with him. "Yeah , I'll go call a cab."

When the cab pulled up, Harry directed the cab driver to his house. By the time they got there, it had started to rain, so they had to run inside quickly. Harry led Hermione into his bathroom and went and got a change of clothes for her. She breathed in his scent when she had finished with her shower.

She got out, the steam followed her and made Harry laugh because she looked funny engulfed in steam. He went in for his shower and when he got out, they just sat up and watched T.V.

When they finally went to bed (Hermione in the guest room) it was 12:00.

When Hermione got up at 10:00, Harry was still asleep. She went downstairs and discovered that all he had to eat was T.V dinners and a load of money labeled breakfast and another labeled lunch and another labeled dinner.

He goes out to eat. She thought.

She washed her clothes and got dressed. When Harry got up at 12:00 she asked "Do we use the breakfast or lunch wad?"

"Haha."

They got in Harry's car and drove to Hermione's place and she packed a suitcase so that she could stay at Harry's. ((They'd made, like, a silent agreement.)) Then they went back so she could drop off her stuff.

Then they went out for lunch.

When they came home at 3:00, they sat on the couch and watched T.V. When they got bored because the only interesting thing on was the telletubbies and the wiggles, they just sat there and looked into each others eyes.

Finally, they leaned in closer and closer and kissed. It was small, but it soon deepened. ((I won't go into detail.))

For dinner, Hermione cooked with food she had bought at the store. The radio was playing 'Dance, Dance' by Fall Out Boy, her favorite song and band, also Harry's so she couldn't help dancing. Harry saw her and joined her. They stood so close together, Harry could swear he could feel Hermione's heart beating on his chest. He leaned in and they started dancing wildly, kissing each other whenever they could. Eventually, they stopped and just started making out, pressing themselves into the other one. They hadn't yet 'done it' ,but it looked like they were going to, soon. Again, no detail.

Hermione was filled with a lust that she'd never felt before. She enjoyed it, but feared it, too. She wanted Harry and ripped his shirt off. He did the same to her and they both giggled. ((That's all you're gonna get, for you sick-minded people. HA! HAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!))

The next day, Hermione woke up in Harry's arms, laying in his bed. He still had his boxers on and she let out a sigh of relief. She looked down and saw that she was wearing a T-Shirt and underwear. She sighed again and eased herself out of Harry's arms, trying not to wake him up. Her efforts failed and he grunted then opened his eyes.

"Hi." She said.

"Hey." He said.

Suddenly every thing rushed back to her of the previous night. "Oh!" she exclaimed to herself.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry, sounding genuinely worried.

"Nothing, just thinking."

"Okay."

The next morning……

Hermione woke up completely naked next to a completely naked Harry. Oh, shit! She thought.

R&R!