Not a word was spoken between the two as they settled into the cozy room. Harry quickly kicked off his shoes to the side of the door. The room had a small closet immediately to the left, and a bathroom on the opposite side. He hung his hoody up in the closet and continued into the room. There was a dark wooden drawer which had a television sitting on top of it against the wall and a large bed taking up pretty much the rest of the space save for the glass door that lead to a small balcony with two plastic chairs and a small table. Hermione was sitting on one of the chairs with her legs crossed and a humongous scowl on her face.
Harry slid the glass door open and sat down next to her. Despite still being a little tipsy, the occasional gusts of wind were frigid. He instantly regretted taking his hoody off.
"Hey" Hermione turned out of her blank stare into nothingness and looked at Harry.
"What?" she snapped.
Harry paused for a second and spoke in a calm voice "You need to get whatever this is off your chest or we are going to be miserable this weekend."
She looked away defiantly for a second as if to dismiss it as nothing before her body gave into her emotions and tears were streaming from her big chestnut eyes.
"It still hurts" she managed to get out.
There aren't a lot of things that evoked reactions out of Harry anymore after all he had been through, especially with Sirius and his job, but seeing Hermione cry shattered his suave calculated persona. He would sprint into a brick wall if it would take her pain away.
"I know it does mione' he never deserved you."
"Now he's with that slut after he told me he didn't want a relationship. After everything we had been through. I hate him."
It felt like there was so much more to be said, especially since they never talked about Ron or relationships, yet no need. Harry wanted to wrap an arm around her or hug her but the armrests prevented the contact so he settled for taking her hand and rubbing up and down with as soothing a touch as he could manage. Another gust of wind shot through the balcony and Harry shivered a little. Hermione felt him shake. She got up and sat down in Harry's lap with her face buried in his neck and her legs angled out over his.
Everything happened so fast that Harry was too shocked to move momentarily. The fluffy white fleece pullover Hermione had on felt amazingly warm. He snapped into his senses and put his arms around her waist pulling her as close as possible as she sniffled into his chest. Neither moved or talked what seemed like forever as Hermione's sniffles began to fade into sleep. Harry reluctantly picked her up slid the door open and placed her lovingly on the bed. He went back to slide the glass door shut and realized that there wasn't anywhere to sleep. Surely she would have told him about having to share a bed. He grabbed one of the many pillows and was about to conjure a blanket when a voice broke him out of his thoughts.
"Sorry…last second…only room…don't sleep on the floor." She said and was asleep again before her head hit the pillow.
Harry smiled at how tired she was and unshrunk the travel bag that was in his pocket. He got his toothbrush and brushed his teeth and put some sweatpants on before pulling the covers back and climbing in bed making sure there was a spacious gap between them. He took a pillow and propped himself up and began to run through the plans for tomorrow in his head. They were going shopping with Ginny and Neville and then meeting up with everyone who had come to take the small hike up the mountain side that he could see out the glass door. I don't even know who all is here.
He remembered that Hermione had told him before they left that they were the Jura Mountains and when he had asked why they couldn't apparate, she had smacked him and told him it was "cheating".
Harry couldn't help but smile; honestly he had more fun when it was just them on an average day in his flat. Being an auror was usually a mundane job with an occasional stressful case or day. Whenever he came home though he would forget about whatever nagging complaint he had held in for the day and just look forward to relaxing and spending time with Hermione. On Monday's they went out for dinner as soon as they both got back from work. She almost always knew what he was feeling or thinking so he communicated with her better than any girl he had ever known, any person really, since it was impossible to hide anything from her.
Home… Harry wasn't sure when his flat became home but he was pretty sure it had something to do with the adorable brunette next to him. I wonder if she ever thinks about me like that. He looked over at her and she was sweating bullets still having the fleece pullover on. I feel hot too now that I think about it. Harry got up and turned the thermostat down and disposed of his t-shirt. He walked over to Hermione and touched her arm. She just hogged more of the covers and moved away slightly. He touched her arm again and got a "Gumphh" in response.
"Mione it's too hot for you to sleep in that, you're burning up"
"Hmmm?" She mumbled.
"It's too hot for you to sleep in that"
She tried to get it off but only managed to get one arm out of its sleeve before giving up. Harry reached out and pulled bottom of the side the she had already removed her arm from up and over her head turning it inside out and pulling it off her other arm. She sighed contentedly and stretched back out to sleep if she wasn't still asleep. The flash of skin between her flimsy undershirt and her jeans when she stretched was almost too much for Harry. Her skin was somewhat tan but was amazingly smooth. She had what looked like pink knickers with white pokadots. Harry knew it wasn't the alcohol, something had changed and it was causing him to want Hermione so badly and not just physically. This isn't the kind of thing that you wake up and are over. Shit…there's so many things that could go wrong. I'm just her friend right? She used to say that a lot.
Harry was knocked out of his internal debate by movement in the bed. Hermione had rolled over and pressed against him in the same spot she had been crying earlier except this time his upper ribcage felt a soft round bump from one of her breasts. Harry tried to move a couple inches but when he did she completed her roll and both her breasts were now smashed against him and her right leg was in-between his legs with one of her arms across his chest. Well that didn't work. She seems to be sleeping well though, plus it's not like I'm complaining.
When the air kicked on again for its second cycle Harry decided to just let it be and they could both use the excuse that it got cold if things got awkward in the morning. He leaned the 6 inches towards her forehead and put a gentle kiss good night there before laying back and falling asleep while savoring her contact.
A/N: No, Ron is not going to be a bad guy even though it may seem so now.
