Hey! I pleased to announce I have reached my 50th review! Whoooo! It makes me so happy! So a special mention to Ellisguy who was lucky number 50 – thanks to everyone who got me there though with your inspiring words lol!! And also to dynonugget who hit the nail on the head with where I was going with this chapter. Her review also made me think about it more which sparked off new ideas for your reading enjoyment. Oooo and it's my longest chapter to make up for my delay:)

Anyway on with the chapter!

Chapter 7

Ginny Weasley lay back in the bed with a contented smile on her face. It felt good to blow off work every now and again – especially when she would be doing this. Looking back she didn't really know how it started. One day something inside her just said 'go for it' and she had. It wasn't that Harry didn't satisfy her – Merlin knows he was good at that- but it was more that he bored her. He bored her with his love and his puppy dog eyes and his commitment. She was only twenty four after all she didn't want to settle down and be the good little housewife just yet – but then again she didn't want to get rid of the chosen one's girlfriend status either.

So instead of leaving Harry she started the affair with Dean, then Cormic, then Martin who worked with her father and there was the one night with Draco Malfoy but she had used a concealing charm to change her appearance and they were both very drunk…

Still all this sex was good for a girl's ego. It didn't really matter to her or cross her mind how much it would hurt Harry if he ever found out. If being the imperative word. She supposed in a few years she'd stop all this skulking around and just bloody marry Harry like everyone expected her to do. In reality it would suit her fine, she could live out her life as the wife of the boy-who-lived and enjoy all the rewards that presented and of course his rather large fortune.

For now however there was only one boy on her mind and that was the one sucking at her neck.

"Ginny…" Dean murmured through the kisses.

"Mmmm?" she questioned.

"When are you going to leave him?" he asked her, trying to sound seductive at the same time. Immediately she pulled her neck away from his mouth. She looked at him sternly and folded her arms.

"I've told you it's not that easy." She said coldly.

"What do you mean it's not that easy?! It's not as if you two are engaged or anything." He said sitting away from her.

"Yeah well it's complicated!" Ginny snapped at him standing up and beginning to gather her clothes from the hotel floor. Dean leaned back on the bed in contempt and crossed him arms over his muscular body.

"No it's not really!" he told her hotly as she shoved on her robes "You just want to have your cake and eat it too! You want me but want the prestige of being Harry bloody Potters girlfriend…even at school you were the same. I swore you only dated me back then to make him jealous!"

"Dean you're being ridiculous, the thing we have is good, why ruin it?"

He harrumphed in protest and she gave him a stern look. "Well if you feel that way then find someone else to skip practice with!"

She gave him one last glare and turned, severely irritated, disheveled and whole unsatisfied on her heel.

"Fuck!" Harry mentally shouted at himself "You know this!"

He sat his wooden desk like the other twenty Aurors in his year chewing frantically on his quill. How he loathed surprise quizzes – especially when it was on the riveting subject of Merlin's battle tactics that were so out dated no one on their right mind would ever try to use them. Harry sighed. He just couldn't concentrate. The hangover had still not left him; indeed it had gotten worse as the day progressed. He yawned and dropped his quill hopelessly just as the egg timer at the front of the room ran out. He and the rest of the budding black magic fighters grudgingly gathered their things and exited the room. The consensus all round was that was an impossible test. Even without the hangover Harry doubted that he would have been able to answer much more than the half a dozen questions he had attempted. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes and bridge of his nose in frustration. He was sure last night must have been worth this – after all he had spent it with Hermione. He just wished he could remember more of it. And well you know the old saying; be careful what you wish for.

"Oh dear lord…" Was the phrase that brought a flash into his mind - "That was absolutely hellish!" Continued a blonde girl called Emily in front of him. At first only an echo of a voice lingered in his ears. He wasn't sure whose it was at first and was then even more puzzled when he realized he vaguely remembered Hermione say it. He was about to shrug it off when her face came sliding into his head. Her cheeks pink from the alcohol and her hazel eyes so close to his; her soft plump lips that he moved ever closer to and finally touched with his own in an electrifying moment of passion. He racked his brains trying to remember what happened next but it was still all a blur.

Harry's stomach sunk to his feet. That's why she had been acting so weird. He had kissed her and she had to refuse him and now she was too embarrassed by it to be around him. He didn't know what stung most the fact he may have messed up a fifteen year long friendship or that she had most probably rejected him.

"Idiot!" he said smacking himself on the head.

"Now, now Potter I'm sure you didn't do that bad and anyway you're still Lodgeville's golden boy!" Said Malfoy from behind him.

"What?" Harry questioned irritably.

"The test…"

"Oh right." Harry mumbled. "Tell Lodgeville I won't be in this afternoon, I'm taking a personal day."

Without any other explanation Harry apparated away. Malfoy shrugged his shoulders not even pretending he remotely understood the inner workings of Harry Potter's mind.

That was it. There was only one thing for it. He would have to face Hermione. He had to go over there with his tail between his legs and apologize for the kiss – even if he did rather enjoy it. However he felt and looked like hell so he decided that he would have to shower first. When he got back to his flat the only thing on his mind was getting cleaned up. But it wasn't to be so. Waiting for him for once was Ginny.

"Hey hun." She said kissing him on the cheek. "I didn't expect you home this early."

"Yeah wasn't feeling great…" he mumbled. Harry still hadn't forgotten last night's fight.

"Look I'm sorry about last night; I cancelled the training session with Dean on Thursday. I was being stupid; of course we can spend our anniversary together." She said sweetly draping her arms around his neck. "Forgive me?"

Harry was taken aback. He hadn't seen Ginny act this lovingly in months. He remembered this was what he loved about her. How she could turn his awful mood the other way in second and how he could never stay mad at her. All of a sudden he felt guilty for kissing Hermione and the amount of time he spent with her. He also noticed how little Ginny was wearing – but surprisingly felt nothing. She donned green satin nightdress that ended a good few inches above her knee and flat slippers. He nodded at her sheepishly. He couldn't say no to her when she acted like this, it was almost like it used to be. Almost.

"Are you sure you weren't expecting me home?" he questioned raising an eyebrow at her attire. She giggled in response and to his surprise it annoyed his slightly. Funny her laugh never used to irritate him.

"I came home early and was going to plan a better surprise but I think this will suffice don't you." Ginny said trying to put on a somewhat sexy voice. She stood on her tiptoes and began to nibble her way up Harry's neck. Normally this would have made Harry wild with lust – strangely not today.

"Ehh yeah…" he said half heartedly. He was trying to be turned on he really was but nothing was happening. He blamed it on the hangover.

Ginny left his neck and planted a rough kiss on his lips. Harry kissed her back and she moaned in response and he found himself a little irritated that she enjoyed it so much and he didn't. Ginny deepened the kiss and pressed her skinny frame against him but still Harry felt nothing – well maybe actually slightly queasy.

Then it hit him. It was like a fog had been lifted – or an obliviation spell. He suddenly remembered what had happened after Hermione had kissed him and pressed her beautiful body against his. He hadn't felt queasy or awkward. He had felt elated and she kissed back. He suddenly had visions of frantic kissing and bed sheets flying. The glorious night they spent together had come flooding back like it had never left – it was strange that his lack of attraction for Ginny had brought it all home again. Then his stomach sank. Why hadn't Hermione told him? He had a right to know! What had happened had been wonderful but it was still a mistake – a mistake that could ruin both their lives. She should have told him, should have warned him. He was overcome with a mixture of guilt, anger and a strange new yearning for Hermione. He had to see her now. Immediately he pushed Ginny away and she pouted at him in confusion.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Er…I…I…I've got to em go!" he sputtered out.

"What? Right this second?" Ginny said hotly.

"Sorry." Harry said to her but more out of habit than genuine feeling. "I'll be home later."

And with that he was gone and Ginny for the second time that day was left unsatisfied.

Harry banged on Hermione's door furiously. He had to see her, had to lay eyes on her beautiful face once more. Being with Hermione was so passionate, so raw it was indescribable. She had made him feel more wanted in one night than Ginny had in years. He supposed that's why his body hadn't reacted to Ginny's kissing – it had tasted Hermione and wanted more. At the same time however he was furious with her. This was a bad situation and she knew better than to keep something like this from him. He expected more from his best friend.

"Hermione!" he yelled pounding on the door again. "Open up!"

He waited a few seconds but no answer or sense of movement came from within. He sighed and flopped annoyed against the door.

"It's me Harry…" he called a little quieter. Still silence. He shook his head. She must have gone to work or maybe she was avoiding him. An icy cold feeling in the bottom of his stomach appeared. Maybe she thought he had taken advantage of her and couldn't stand the sight of him. What he had done had probably hurt her too. He acted as if nothing had happened this morning – given because he thought nothing did – maybe she had taken his confusion as rejection. It made him sick to think he had hurt her in anyway. She was his Hermione, his best friend and now for one night at least his lover. At that point he didn't know if he wanted to kiss her or scream at her. His mind was buzzing with a million different emotions. He sighed miserably and tapped his forehead lightly against the door.

"'Mione please if you're in there…"

No answer. He turned around and began to hopelessly drag himself away from her door but froze in his tracks when he heard her voice.

"Harry?"

Sitting there with the sunlight flitting through the bathroom window Hermione decided she defiantly wasn't going to work that day. She had been there every day she was supposed to for three years and she decided she deserved a day off. In reality she hadn't moved from her crouched position on the floor since she heard Harry leave. The tears had stopped but the pain was still there and she didn't know if she could move. It had been hours and her muscles had cramped up so badly everything ached. All she could think about was him. She couldn't go back to the way things were before she just couldn't!

She was lost in thought when she finally heard the pounding on the door. Slowly getting up and cursing her sore limbs she made her way to the door. She froze when she heard Harry's voice. He was back and by the sounds of it not happy. Had he remembered? He sounded angry and for a moment Hermione considered not letting him in and pretending she wasn't home. Until she heard him plead. She couldn't say no to him. It wasn't possible. His sad sounding voice was so full on need she just had to open the door. The pounding had stopped as she twisted the knob her heart racing and the door swung open.

"Harry?" she called softly to the retreating figure and he turned around slowly.

He didn't say anything but merely let his emerald eyes scan over her. His face was a mixture of emotions. She saw anger and guilt and maybe even a little lust thrown in – well she secretly hoped. He continued to stare at her for another few moments.

"So you remember…" she said softly glueing her eyes to the floor. Hermione stood aside as he walked into the apartment. His fists were tensed and his jaw clenched like he was trying to stop himself from crying or exploding. She didn't need to guess what he was feeling because she was feeling it too. She closed the door softly with a click.

Still in silence he paced up and down the small space in the hall staring at the floor. Eventually he stopped and stared transfixed at a spot on the wall. Hermione wanted went to reach out to him but thought better of it when he suddenly brought his fist hurling into the wall. He grunted in pain and finally turned round to face her. Most of the anger had gone and now he just looked helpless and disorientated. He did what instinct told him to do – look to Hermione for help. Gently she placed a hand on his cheek and he covered it with his own. They were once again locked in each others eyes and only inches apart.

He broke the gaze unable to look at her anymore. How could he have been so angry with her? He was the idiot. They shared something wonderful last night and he hadn't even remembered it. He couldn't face those loving brown eyes, he didn't deserve to in his mind. Hermione however was not having it. She placed another hand below his chin and brought his gaze back up to meet her own. He heard her sigh as they moved closer and swore he saw her smile before bringing his lips crashing down to meet hers.

Okay it's a day later than I said it would be but damn this was a hard chapter to write! I had it finished by Saturday but re read it and totally was not happy at all with it – that and I forgot a major piece of plot! Haha…

Yeah so I'm still not 100 ecstatic with it but who ever is with their writing?

Must say that the end bit is my favourite tbh and I hope I managed to get all of what Harry was feeling in there. Look for more smut in the next chapter. Hoping for maybe fridayish? Reviews would be loverly! – sorry been watching my fairy lady! Lol

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