Author's Notes: Yes, I am very aware of the fact that Hermione's father is a dentist; however, as I mentioned before, this is AU, meaning Alternate Universe. So, in this, Hermione's father is a Juvenile Center owner type dude. And, as I mentioned in earlier Author's Notes, the characters will be OOC (as in Out Of Character).

Oh, and about those of you who have been complaining about Harry being a wuss, don't worry, he's not one anymore. (Hehe)

For those of you who READ Author's Notes: Thank you. Really. If someone complains about something that wasn't mentioned in the Author's Notes, then I can live with that and answer to the best of my abilities. But, if someone who doesn't read Author's Notes, and STILL complains about something that I've mentioned, then that is not acceptable. I mean really people, read the Author's Notes.

I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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By the time Harry, Hermione, and Ann had gotten home, Catty was taking her afternoon nap. Her babysitter, a girl of seventeen (she exclaimed that Catty was being bad, and needed to stay longer—that was, after she saw Harry), named Christy, got up and walked over to Hermione (though she was looking at Harry), and said, "Hey, Hermione. Who's this guy?"

Hermione grasped on to his hand, forgetting about their almost-kiss, and plastered a sickeningly sweet smile. "This is Harry Potter, my best friend."

Harry smiled warmly at the girl, offering her his hand, which she shook greatly, not letting go. Harry tried to shake it off, but to no avail. Finally he said, "erm, can I have my hand back?"

She lazily took her hand back, stuffing it in her jean pocket. "Sorry," she said, smiling slightly. She turned around and started walking towards Missus Granger.

"So, erm, what now?" he asked quietly, holding the bags in front of her face.

"Let's go put that stuff back. I think it'll be safe for me to be in your room right now, dad won't be home until around eight or so," she said, going upstairs, bags in her arms.

Harry smiled fondly at the girl, no, woman walking upstairs. All during the car ride, he wondered why he tried to kiss her. Though, it didn't seem like she had any objections.

Then why didn't she talk to you until just now? He asked himself.

"Harry?" Hermione called from upstairs. Harry got out of his trance and started going upstairs.

Once he was there, he noticed Hermione taking out his clothes from the bags. They started packing together, putting things where necessary, and others (like his extra eyebrow rings) on the dresser. They packed for a few more minutes, until Harry, who couldn't take the silence anymore, spoke, "Mione, what happened today?"

Hermione jumped from the sudden noise, put the shirt that she was currently folding down, and walked up to him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean…" He wondered if he should just bring it up. Would she get mad? Would she not like him and walk away? His mind was pondering so many questions, that he just decided to bugger it all and go for the big question. "That-that kiss today. I mean, it wasn't really a kiss—I mean," he started, but Hermione cut him off.

"You mean our 'moment'?" she asked, stepping closer to him.

She was getting closer… much too close…

"Yes," he squeaked.

"I think that I was just… admiring your lip ring, and we just… got carried away, I guess," she said, looking down, mood suddenly changing. She had been so close, why couldn't she just say it?

"A-are you s-sure?" he asked, hoping that she'd say 'no.'

She sighed; it was now or never. "No…" Her voice was quiet.

"Good," he said, gaining confidence. He walked a step closer to her, and placed a hand on her cheek, while his other went on her hip.

"W-what are you doing?" She asked. She strongly told her arms to stay still, but they refused to listen, wrapping them delicately around his neck.

"Not too sure, really." He smiled hesitantly. "Part of me wants to make sure that you like me, but the other is screaming 'kiss the girl, Potter'."

Her hold on his neck just grew stronger. "Well, I do like you, and I think you should kiss the girl."

He let her go as if she were just lit on fire, and walked towards his window. Hermione grew worried, thinking the worst had just happened, and started walking towards him. Just as she was going to put her hand on his shoulder, he spoke in a soft, almost awe-like voice.

"Y-you really like me," he stated, still staring out into the window.

"Yes," she said quietly, placing her hand on his shoulder.

He couldn't believe it. Hermione Granger, girl of his dreams, actually liked him back. The thought of Hermione—no, anyone—liking him nearly made him want to pass out. It made chills go down his spine (though that could've been the sudden non-existent breeze, but he wasn't too sure).

She took her hand off his shoulder and turned him around so that they were facing each other. She smiled slightly, almost shyly, at him, and got closer to him.

He'd never kissed anyone properly (Cho was a pathetic excuse as a kiss, she'd nearly drowned him in her tears), so he wasn't too sure on what to do. From what he heard the boys—ahem—brag about, there were many, many ways to pleasure a girl, but he was sure that he wasn't going to be doing half of them. Plus, this was Hermione, he wasn't going to do just anything with her, he was going to kiss her for Merlin's sake! This was just going to be a simple mouth-to-mouth touching, this was the new step in their friendship; crossing the boundary of friendship; they were going to start a relationship. His biggest fear, though, was Mister Granger. (He didn't fancy being on the wrong side of his knife at the dinner table.)

He wrapped his right arm around her waist delicately, while his left went to her cheek, stroking it gently. Her arms went around his neck, and she looked up at him with questioning eyes, almost asking if he wanted this, rather than the other way. He smiled and leaned in, touching his lips with hers.

It felt like heaven, at least to Harry. Her lips were soft and tasted of lip gloss (though she didn't put too much on, she kept on a light coating), and oddly enough, air. He didn't really understand how she tasted of air, she just did. She smiled into the kiss and placed her lips more firmly onto his. He parted their lips slightly, sliding his tongue along her bottom lip, asking for permission. She opened a bit more, allowing him permission. His tongue sought out hers, challenging it to a duel. Their tongues playfully touched, slid, and raked the others, savoring each other's unique taste.

Since their door was already open, Harry and Hermione hadn't realized that they had an audience. In the door way, stood the tiny frame of Catherine Granger, fresh from her afternoon nap. She had a big shirt on, and wore fuzzy pink slippers. She grinned, and coughed slightly, making sure she had her sing-song voice, and started singing, "SILLY AND SISSY SITTIN IN A TREE A-B-C-D-E-F-G!"

They broke apart, lips swollen and red, and blushed madly, adding onto the red-ness that was their face. Catty ran in and started jumping, singing "Silly and Sissy, sittin in a tree A-B-C-D-E-F-G." Harry blushed madly brought a finger to his lips, feeling the piercing on the bottom corner. Hermione smiled and held his hand, watching her sister's silly antics.

Suddenly, Catty stopped, staring at Harry's face. She got off the bed and walked up to his tall frame, holding out her arms. Harry looked at Hermione, then picked her up, balancing her on his hip.

She looked at him critically for a moment, looking at his eyebrow, lip, and eyes. After a few seconds, she announced, "Silly boy has earrings in the wrong places!"

Harry grinned and said, "No, Catty, actually they're not in the wrong places. I just wanted to get them pierced," he said, the last part dripping with sarcasm. Good thing that Catty didn't catch on, though.

"So you put an earring on your lip and eyebrow?" she asked, poking his eyebrow, right next to where the blood red stud was.

"Well, in a sense, yeah. But they aren't called earrings, when they're on my lip and eyebrow, they're just called piercings," he explained. Hermione snorted and took her sister from Harry's arms, and set her down.

"Okay Catty, time to go," Hermione said, shooing her sister. Catty just stood her ground. "C'mon Catty, go to mum or something. Harry and I need to speak to each other."

"Nah uh!" exclaimed Catty, pointing two fingers towards Harry and Hermione. "You two wanna kiss!!"

They grinned and looked at each other, nodding. "Yes, Catty, we want to kiss," Harry said, wrapping an arm around Hermione's waist.

Catty crossed her arms stubbornly and said, "But I already seen you kiss." After a moment's hesitation, she added, "can I see again?" She asked hopefully.

Harry raised a pierced eyebrow. "Why?"

"'Cause." She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Because in all reality, it was… right?

"No Catty, we aren't going to kiss in front of you," Hermione said, picking her sister up and "escorting" her sister to her room (which included her locking Harry's door once she came back).

"YOU'RE NOT FAIR, SISSY!!! IF YOU WANNA KISS, THEN DO IT!!! I DON'T CARE!!!" Catty shouted, banging on the walls. Though she was screaming, she just wanted to embarrass them. Catty grinned; this was going to be a fun day.

He walked back to the door and unlocked it. Hermione raised her eyebrow in question. Harry simply shrugged and said, "If your mum comes back, she might think we're doing more than unpacking."

Hermione blushed crimson. He walked over to her and held her waist delicately, and leaned his face towards her again, pressing his lips to hers a bit urgently. She responded quickly, not too sure what to do but follow her instincts. He opened his mouth and plunged his tongue into her mouth, making her moan softly. That alone, he thought, would be his undoing. His hands traveled down her hips, and he pressed her more unto him. Her arms, which had been playing in his hair, went down to his shoulders and started massaging them lightly. He took his mouth away from hers and stared planting hot, wet kisses along her neck and jaw, occasionally lingering between the spots that made her moan louder. She moved her face towards him again and captured his mouth in another searing kiss. She took his bottom lip and nipped it softly, playing with the piercing.

While their "activities" were going on, they were not aware to the storm heading their way…

/--l--\

David Granger was a happy, happy man. First, there had been no new teens at the center (he'd been running low on rooms), and then there had been the fact that, when he got home, the boy wouldn't be there. From what Ann had told him, they'd be out nearly all day, as the boy had many clothes to buy—apparently. If the boy was rich, why was it, then, that he wore rags? David mentally shrugged, not caring too much. Just as long as his wife didn't pay for anything, he was alright.

Since it was only about four o'clock, and he decided to leave work early, he drove home. He took the left that led towards his home and took the key out of the ignition. He smiled broadly to himself (for what reason, he wasn't too sure of), and exited the car, grabbed two roses (one for Hermione, and the other for his wife), and headed to the front door.

He walked into the house and into the living room, glancing at his wife watching T.V. He smiled and walked up behind her and placed his hands on her eyes. He smiled and asked, "Guess who."

She smiled wickedly and responded, "Jeff? Oh, is it time already? I thought we agreed to see each other only on the weekends."

David's eyes went as round as saucers and he removed his hands from his wife's eyes, not seeing the slight smirk on her face. She turned around and put on a fake expression of surprise upon her features.

"Oh, David!" exclaimed Ann. "I thought you weren't going to be home until eight?" She asked, smirk still intact.

"Jeff?" He asked stupidly.

Even after seven weeks, Ann thought, you think he'd catch on by now. This was her game she'd play with him. Every time he'd do that, she'd think of some man's name, and call David that. Once he'd take his hands off her, she'd be utterly surprised, saying that she knew of no man, that it was all his illusion. But then after, she'd clutch her sides and start laughing hysterically (and often Catty joined in, too, not because she knew what her mother was laughing about, but just because of the reason she could join in), imitating the look of pure shock and horrification etched on her husband's face.

"Who's Jeff?" she asked, walking up to him.

"Err…"

The look on his face was nearly Ann's undoing. She waited a few minutes until she finally broke down in laughs. Suddenly, they heard a scream.

It sounded just like Catty's.

Uh oh.

"YOU'RE NOT FAIR, SISSY!!! IF YOU WANNA KISS, THEN DO IT!!! I DON'T CARE!!!"

Catty.

Ann looked worried; David wasn't supposed to hear about Harry and Hermione kissing. Wait, when had they started kissing? Was it the friendly pecks on the cheek they usually gave each other? Or was it something more? She wasn't sure, and she wasn't going to worry about it too much. She already knew that her daughter was going to start dating Harry. (The signals didn't mean anything, though. Nope, not one bit.) She smirked, but it was quickly wiped off from the look her husband was sporting.

"Kissing?" David whispered, venom spitting from his voice.

"No," Ann countered quickly, "there is no kissing. I bet it was just one of their friendly pecks." Though she doubted it herself.

Apparently, as did David, for he stormed up the steps and went straight for… Catty's room.

/--O--\

David walked towards his younger daughter's room, and knocked quietly on it. He wasn't going to blow up just yet. He had a plan, one that would make the young teen frightened until oblivion.

The young girl opened the door and smiled widely, knowing what her father was going to do next. She waited for him to barge in on Harry and Hermione during their snogging session, and then laugh until her sides hurt. But it never came. No, instead, he smiled slightly at her and crouched down her side.

He thought he heard a faint 'click' sound, but disregarded it, knowing that whatever they were doing, it was just adding fuel.

"Catty," David said quietly, "what did you just scream?"

Catty frowned. She wanted to see her sister and the Silly boy get yelled at! "I was screamed that they can kiss." She held her head high, forgetting about her recent thoughts.

"What do you mean 'kiss'?" he asked, eying his daughter, then the door.

"You know, daddy!" she exclaimed. "Watch, lemme show you."

She took his hand and led him towards Harry's room. She brought her small hand up to the door knob and turned it, quickly opening the door.

She grinned.

Perfect.

Harry and Hermione were kissing—no, not kissing, but heavily snogging. Harry's hands were firmly planted on her hips, literally grinding her unto him, and he was sucking on her neck. She was massaging his shoulders, moaning loudly, and bringing his lips back to hers, showing off the silver piercing on his bottom corner lip. Then, oblivious to anyone in the room except themselves, she took his bottom lip and started nipping at it, earning a groan from him.

Mister Granger couldn't take anymore. It was just too horrific! But he would have to keep his cool, if he wanted his plan to go through perfectly. He stood patiently, with Catty occasionally tugging at his shirt, and waited for the two teens to finally notice their presence.

Finally, after nearly thirty seconds, they broke apart, grinning madly. They pecked one more time and turned towards the door, where the color drained from their faces.

That was the time Mister Granger got a proper look at the 'new' Harry Potter. He wore fitting clothes—a black shirt and jeans. He had a silver watch on (though, he noted, he always wore that watch), and—piercings?! Yes, the boy had a piercing; not one, but two. He had a blood red stud on his eyebrow and a small silver hoop on his bottom corner lip. David looked up and nearly fainted; his hair was much shorter, and the tips of it were dyed emerald green. If this didn't encourage David to strangle the lad, he wasn't sure if there was anything else which would.

He put on his sweetest, fatherly voice he could, and said, "H-Hello, Hermione."

Hermione squeaked and nearly moved three feet away from Harry (showing a slight bulge in his pants). "H-hi dad," she answered, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

"I see you went shopping." He walked further into the room, nearly laughing at the sight. There were nearly five bags, and only one bag of clothes was put away. Typical teenagers, they were. "How was it?"

"Err… great, Mister Granger. Really great," Harry responded for the first time. He made an attempt to hide the bulge, but then thought of no logical reason to. The man had already seen enough!

"That's nice," Mister Granger murmured, not paying too much attention. He was keener on knowing what was in the bags than out.

Probably condoms, he thought bitterly. There was no way this boy was having sex with his daughter.

Nope, not one chance. Because, Hermione, his little angel, wouldn't lose her virginity until she was a parent.

He snorted at his own reasoning, forgetting that he was in a room with two teens, ten bags, and one upset four year old.

"C'mon," he muttered, leaving the room, "lunch is just about ready."

Author's Notes: Gahh, that ending was horrible! But don't worry, for I have a reason as to why Mister Granger didn't blow up on sight. (Though, keep in mind, that was initially my first choice, but I thought this'd be better.)