Chapter 3: The Restricted Section: part 1

I relived that moment so many times in my head that i it were a film it would be worn out by now. Harry and I were hanging out together more and more without Ron, meeting secretly in the library.

For weeks I would be sure that after my Arithmacy class I took the path to Muggle Studies through the hunch backed witch's corridor on the third floor. Sure enough, Harry would be standing there leaning against the old statue waiting for me. He would take me in his arms and hold me tight and kiss me then we would part ways and go to class.

Muggle Studies became a class that I couldn't quite concentrate in as well anymore. I wasn't sure why, although I had a pretty good Idea.

Today I find myself tapping my feet under my desk and drumming my fingers beside my inkwell. As the class let out I barely noticed myself packing up and before I knew it I was already in the hunch backed witch's corridor.

It was empty.

I looked around and waited for a good twenty minutes, long enough to be guaranteed a lateness to class.

But Harry never showed up.

I sat beside the horrid marble old woman waiting. It felt like days had passed but it had only been about an hour.

This wasn't like me, why was I missing class to wait for Harry? If he hasn't shown up by now he surely wasn't coming.

He hadn't and clearly wasn't going to.

I knew this.

I accepted this.

But it wasn't a good enough answer for me.

Having missed Muggle studies, I decided to head back to the common room. I took my place in one of the large armchairs in front of the fireplace where Harry, Ron and I always sat.

I needed to occupy myself.

I took out some parchment and began writing a potions essay that wasn't due until Friday. Then I began working on Arithmacy, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, Ancient Ruins, and Transfiguration. Before I knew it I had written fifteen essays and had transfigured a tea cozy into a small white mouse.

I watched the mouse walk around timidly trying to get his bearings and decided to turn him back. By then it was very late and everyone was in bed. The castle was silent all except for the popping of the fireplace. I headed up to my dormitory and found a small bit of parchment folded on my pillow. I sat down on the edge of my bed and unfolded it recognizing the scrawl immediately.

It read

Hermione,

Meet me in the Library at midnight.

I have a surprise for you.

~Harry

Well that was interesting. How did he expect me to get to the library at midnight. Besides, why should I indulge in his wishes if he couldn't even bother to show up today.

I tucked the parchment away in an old book and disappeared into the bath submerging myself in scalding lavender scented water. I spent a long time stewing as I thought about everything.

I slipped into a charcoal t-shirt and blue plaid flannel pajama pants. Should I go and see Harry? I mean, I really wanted to see him, but there was that part of me that wanted to do to him as he had done to me and not show up.

But what was his surprise?

I looked at the clock, it read 11:45pm. My chance was ticking away with the sands of time, I had so make my decision now or i would miss out regardless.

I slipped on a pair of fuzzy pink slippers as I decided that I needed to know. It was no longer a curiosity, its was a tantalizing nag that kept nudging its way past the back of my mind and into my conscious thought.

Well I couldn't just sit here. I knew there was no way I would be able to sleep with that on my mind.

So I slipped on a grey sweater with oversized sleeves and tied it at my bosom. I grabbed my wand off of my bedside table and made my way across my dormitory, through the common room and into the seventh floor corridor.

Once I reached the staircase I whispered the incantation "Lumos" and a feint glow came to life at the tip of my wand. I silently made my way towards the library.

I reached the large wooden doors and took a deep breath. Just beyond these doors were the farmilliar bookcases and tables that were scented with that aging paper musty smell that I loved and had dubbed "old book smell" It was a smell that made me happy and washed all of my cares away.

As I stepped through the oak portal I noticed a small wand light to match my own coming from the area near the back which i knew to be the restricted section. My breathing hitched as I realized that he was waiting for me in the restricted section.

Damn that was hot.

I saw only his glasses only as they reflected the light from the end of his wand. Once I reached him I noticed what he was wearing. He had a black t-shirt that fight tightly over what i noticed to be a muscular chest and a pair of red plaid pajama pants. He had on a black pair of sneakers and he was wearing a grey hoodie, unzipped.

A smile played at his lips when he saw me approach, I fought back the one playing at my own because I wanted to be mad at him.

"Whats wrong Hermione" he asked coolly

Ah, the question, I had known that it was coming from the moment that I had decided to oblige his request for this midnight rendezvous.

"You can't be serious Harry" I said to the dark haired boy with an incredulous look. He cocked a brow at me in response. Thought grew evident in his eyes for a few moments before the answer washed over his face.

It felt like forever that I was waiting in that library for Hermione to show up. Then again I had gotten there early to ensure that she hadn't decided to show up ahed of schedule.

When she walked up to me in her pajamas I couldn't help but he filled with an unfamiliar warmth. It was something I hadn't experienced until I had started dating Hermione. It kind of started in the pit of my stomach and built up like a boiling....no..a tingling sensation that spread to my chest and then often got caught in my throat. I was getting better at controlling the feeling when it reached my throat but it was relentless because it decided to vacate elsewhere as if I were ruining its fun as it toyed with me.

She didn't look happy to see me as I had predicted seeing as I was keeping her out of bed at this late hour. But when she gave me that tone, It hit me that it was something else that I couldnt quite put my finger on.

Something about seeing her angry though was pretty sexy and turned me on. I felt the harassing sensation that relocated as it made my cock twitch at the sight of her. She had a bit of midriff poked out from under her charcoal shirt and her crossed arms pushed her breast together making them look delightfully soft and making me jealous of her arms. Her hair was messy and pulled on top of her head, the curly tawny locks still damp. I could smell her lavender scented bathing soaps from across the room. How I would love to pin her down and dig into the devine soft, pale flesh of her neck. I felt my cheeks redden picturing her beneath me and was thankful for the darkness that surrounded us.

What was I thinking about? Oh yeah, why was she mad?

What had I done differently yesterday that I hadn't done today?

I went to class, I had written a potions essay that I knew I was going to fail but had decided not to put off anyway, It wasn't getting any better so I might as well write it while the topic was fresh in mind. As I remembered back to the transition between Divination and Quidditch practice, it hit me. I forgot to meet Hermione at the hump backed witch passageway.

But why had I forgotten? I had done the same thing every day for weeks now.

Ginny.

Ginny had stopped him to ask if he wanted to go get a Butterbeer sometime to which he had politely declined. But Ginny didn't take no for an answer that easily. It had taken the entire walk to the pitch and most of Quiddich practice to let her down easily.

What a pain.

And now Hermione, the one I did care about was mad at me for it.

I surely couldn't tell her he had missed meeting up with her because he was talking to another woman.

I have to make it up to her. Tonight is going to have to go off without a hitch but thats a chance I'm willing to take.

Tonight, I'm taking our relationship to the next level.

I was less than amused at how long it was taking him to answer me, the nerve of him! I was half tempted to just leave him there staring stupidly at the.....the.....wait....

I traced his line of sight directly to my chest. I felt my cheeks burning with embarassment and the lines of my face harden in frustration.

"I'm really sorry" Harry began "I was just stressed out abut the upcoming Slytherin game, it slipped my mind. Please forgive me Hermione?"

I rolled my eyes at his lame excuse but nodded decided that I would never learn of this surprise if i didnt comply with his demands. I was curious enough as it is and I knew that the very though of a secret of this of this magnetude, especially from one harry potter would drive me absolutely mad to the point of being shipped off to the loony bin.

"So what is it Harry" I asked trying to hide the acrid tone in my voice "what is so important for you to drag me down here in the middle of the night?"

Sorry guys! i know this took forever but I've been hella busy with college and I recently got a bf so hes providing quite a bit of inspiration ;). Anyway I hope you guys enjoy, let me know what you think! AND THANKS FOR ALL THE ALERTS AND FAVS 333333