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Chapter One

Hermione Granger was lying in bed next to her boyfriend of 3 years, Harry Potter. It was a Saturday morning and she was thinking about how much her life had changed in the past few years. They had started dating when they were 20 years old after Hermione's break up with Victor Krum her ex-boyfriend of 4 years. Victor and her had sort of dated in 4th year but it wasn't official not until 6th year at least. Victor Krum had broken up with Hermione so he could be free and not have to listen to his girlfriend. At least that's what he said about 3 weeks later it was in the papers headline news that a woman named Sarah Brown was going to marry him. When Hermione saw that she was mad at first, she took her anger out on Harry and Ron who shared a flat with her in London. But a few days later she was more depressed than ever, she couldn't believe that he would just leave her like that. Ron had suggested to Harry more than one occasion that he should ask Hermione out just to have a good time get her mind off the break-up. It wasn't until that night that they really hit it off. Sure they've had their ups and downs but the two of them were absolutely in love with each other. They've been dating ever since that night. As any story goes a lot of things had changed since that night, Ron had moved out of their 3 bedroom apartment to live with his girlfriend Emily Martin. She was probably the best thing that had ever happened to Ron. A few months after Ron and Emily started dating Ginny surprised everybody when she announced that she was going to marry none other than Draco Malfoy. Ron had almost feinted on the spot but he soon got over it after he saw the new side of Draco.

While Hermione had been thinking over all of this Harry had woken up and staring intently at Hermione as she stared at the ceiling a vacant expression on her face. Harry reached out a hand and began to tickle her sides at to let her know he was awake, it seemed to work to she began to laugh uncontrollably.

"Harry stop that, you know that I'm extremely tick...tickl.... ticklish" she gasped just managing to get it out before she started laughing again.

"Stop what Hermione? I'm not doing anything.," he said trying to keep a straight face as he continued to tickle her sides.

"Not doing anything? Harry stop tickling me!" she said through her brief pauses in her laughter.

"All right. All right, I guess I can stop but it'll cost you a kiss." He said grinning.

Hermione didn't seem to have a problem with it, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his for a quick kiss, but Harry had something different planned in his mind. As soon as Hermione started to pull away from Harry, Harry grabbed her behind the waist to pull her closer while Harry leaned into Hermione more. Hermione sighed but Harry's lips muffled it. Hermione's hands slid up onto Harry's bare chest, while Harry's hand pushed on the small of her back bringing her so close that their bodies were pressed together. Harry's other hand started to snake its way up Hermione's shirt tugging on it before his hand slid up her stomach tracing circle around her flat stomach.

"Harry we should stop, other wise we'd be here all day."

"Well that's not such a bad thing is it?" said Harry giving her a kiss again, which she accepted reluctantly, but soon gave in to him. When the need for oxygen became greater then to continue kissing Harry and Hermione broke apart.

"I'm serious Harry" trying not to laugh at his facial expression "you have to go to practice today and I need to run to the store for some groceries." said Hermione.

"Yes but..."

"No buts Harry, its not that bad is it? Today is Saturday so when you get home we'll have the rest of the weekend for just the two of us. Ok?" she asked giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Yea, yea, yea I guess its okay but practice isn't until 12 o'clock and its 10 o'clock now."

"Yes it is 10 but by the time you get up and are ready to head out the door you'll be cutting it very close to the time you need to be at practice won't you? Said Hermione.

Harry gave an exasperated sigh then rolled from lying on his side facing Hermione to facing the ceiling.

"Fine I guess I should get up to get ready. But Hermione look at it outside its cold and miserable. You're trying to tell me that you want me to get a cold while I'm working my but off to catch that snitch. I hope he cancels practice today because the season just finished but he's still having practice! It's November 15th for crying out loud!" said Harry turning to look at her with pleading eyes as if asking for her permission to just stay in bed.

"Honestly Harry practice isn't that bad is it?"

"Hermione! We're already training for next year! Which is like several months away!

"Well Harry you'd better hope that your coach cancels practice because I want you to say with me for a little while longer." Said Hermione smiling at him with her straight white teeth. "And if your late for practice its not my fault Harry you understand that?"

"Yes ma'am." Said Harry grinning at her.

Harry turned back onto his side to face her. God she's beautiful thought Harry. Her waist length dark brown hair, her absolutely stunning smile, her body, and her face with her soft pink lips and dark brown eyes, but most of all her personality.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" asked Harry smiling at her as she blushed. "You look even better with your hair down you know." He said pulling her hair of the plait that she wore at night.

"Harry..." said Hermione as Harry started to lean forward.

"Yes?" he asked his voice full of lust.

"Come here." she said as she grabbed him from behind the neck pulling his face towards her crashing her lips onto his in a passionate kiss. Her right hand behind his neck while the other roamed down his chest. Harry's hands moved onto her hips.

"Hermione..." said Harry as he rolled over so he was on top of her slowly he started to work his way down the slope of her neck and back up until he got

to the spot that made Hermione shiver in pleasure every single time. Her hands gripped his back tighter as he hit "the spot" just above her pulse point. Slowly Harry's hands moved down and started tugging on her shirt.

"Harry we really shouldn't" said Hermione

"Please Hermione" said Harry into Hermione's ear his voice barley above a whisper but Hermione heard him.

Harry didn't need an answer because as soon as he said that he could feel Hermione tugging at his boxers.