Chapter 7

2 Week's after the end of the war

Harry and Hermione sat on the couch at Grimmauld place, talking. They had been there for a week. Hermione had cast a spell that made the house unplottable and Harry had reinitiated the fidelius charm on the house, so that no one could apperate in without Harry or Hermione letting them in. They had not left the house for the whole time they had been there. If they had then they would have seen Ginny and Mrs Weasley sitting outside the house for hours each day in case Harry or Hermione did leave. They would have seen most of wizarding britain looking for the couple. But they knew nothing about this. They were in their own world, in which they talked and listened to the radio. They danced and cooked for each other. They ignored the outside world completely.

Every night they finished dinner with a drink and then at about 10.30 they both went to bed. Seperately. Harry had made this clear. Technically he was still engaged to Ginny and Hermione to Ron so it would be wrong to capitalise on their privacy. Until the 8th day of their self-enforce exile. That day the mood was different. The reason for this was that the Daily Prophet had published a Headline story that read "Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, Missing? Dead? or Run off?". This story then went on to say that the two war heroes were thought to be either dead, Killed whilst trying to abscond, or that they successfully got away and ran off with each other and were now sheltering abroad. The writer (who they noticed with some disgust was Rita Skeeter) had wrote, "Working from an anonomous tip off this writer can put a light on the truth of the matter. We can reveal that the two heroes are now sitting in Albainia. The magical customs officers there confirm that they saw Potter and Granger passing through the checkpoint. This writer will endeavour to find out what they are up to"

Harry laughed so hard at this he fell off the chair he was sitting in and collapsed on the floor. Hermione jumped out her chair in the kitchen and ran into the living room.

"Harry what the hell are you doing" she asked, trying to keep a straight face herself.

"Read that" Harry spluttered in between the giggles that were now subsiding. She read the article and started giggling herself.

"Anonomous tip off, my ass" She said "The Weasleys she means"

They spent most off the morning discussing the article and listening to several ministry officails talking on the radio about the article. They were talking about the possible locations of the runaway's hideout, people who might be helping them and also what effect they are having on the people closest to them.

That evening over dinner Harry brought up the subject about their situation.

"Do you think that we should go and talk to them?" Harry said, meaning the Weasley's

"We should really" "Talk it over with them" she said to him

"Tomorrow?" he asked

"Yea probably best. we have had a bit too much" She said. She was right, they had finished off a bottle and a half of firewiskey while debating all the different theories about their disapperance.

That night they were up till nearly midnight. When they finally did go to bed Hermione first went to the bathroom. Harry went into his room and got undressed. Clad in his boxers he climbed into bed and cast a warming charm on his bed. He was just getting comfortable and about to doze off when his door opened. He looked up and saw a figure silhouetted against the light from the coridoor. The figure by the door moved and the door closed. Harry picked up his wand and cast a Lumos. The weak light eminating from the tip off his wand illuminated the figure of Hermione standing a few feet from his bed. She was standing in her nightgown, a deep blue coloured peice of fabric which seemed to cling to her skin. His previous thoughts about how Ginny was more beautiful than Hermione went out of the window. This woman that was stood in front of him was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"Harry.." She said quietly. Then carried on "Can i stay?" Her voice had a hint of hope in it and a hint of fear.

"Well... yea i suppose" he said and opened the edge of the bed so that she could climb in. There was a slight sound of fabric gliding over skin. Hermione cuddled up to his side and Harry felt that she had taken off her gown. She put one arm round his stomach and then curlded into him as much as possible. He responded by putting his arms round her and turning to face her.

"I love you" Hermione murmured.

"Love you too" he replied and bent his head down to kiss her lips. She replied enthusiastically, but Harry broke it.

"Not tonight love" he said

They drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

When they woke up, there was light streaming in from the open window. Harry felt the bed give slightly and then spring back into place. He opened his eye's slowly and was stunned by the sight he saw before him. Hermione was stretching next to the bed, she reached for the sky and Harry saw her skin glisten in the sun form the window. Then she bent over to retreive her gown from last night and Harry opened his eye's fully. Because her ass cheeks were pointing at him and he felt his boxers tighten. Hermione looked through her legs at him and grinned.

"Morning Harry" She said "Like the view?" she asked innocently. He nodded, his tongue glued in place, and gave her a second look. She had now straightened out and was looking at him. Her face was amused and her eye's were on Harry's body. Harry's gaze raked across her body. Her breasts were not quite as large as Ginny's but they were more in proportion with her size, her skin was pale but healthy. As her evalued her she was doing the same. His bottom half was still under the cover but her eye's were busy enough on his chest and face, so she wasn't too fussed, and besides she could she quite a prominant tent to the material of the covers so she new Harry was enjoying himself. She looked at his arms and chest muscles and was amazed at how much they seemed to have grown without her really noticing. His eye's, emerald green and a so peirceing and lovley that she nearly dissolved on the spot, were now looking at her face. When their eye's met they both blushed slightly but didn't break their eye contact.

"Are you going to get up?" said Hermione breaking the not uncomfortable silence.

"Yea, just gotta shower first" he replied and jumped out of bed and headed off to the adjoining bathroom. Now he was wholly visible to her, she looked him up and down properly. His legs were thin, but still strong and nible, and his thighs were just massively built. His boxers were doing a very bad job of hiding his erection and she was amazed at how big it looked. She hadn't seen a mans penis up close before, exept in her biology books, and she wondered how long he was. At least 9 inches she thought.

"Ok, breakfast will be ready when you come down" she said and headed off to her bedroom to get dressed.

When Harry had showered and had got dressed, in a pair of jeans and a plain blue t-shirt, he came downstairs to find Hermione just dishing up two large plates of bacon, fried eggs, beans and toast. They both tucked in with relish.

"Cheers 'Mione" he said a trifle indistinctly.

"Don't worry about it Harry" She replied once she had cleared her mouth. "What time we gonna go see them?" she asked putting down her cutlery and looking at him anxiously.

"When we have finished breakfast" he replied and kept eating. After a moment Hermione, with a private eye roll at the wizard sitting opposite her, started eating again. When they had both finished they got their jackets from the hall and their wands from their bedrooms and stepped out of the door. There was nobody about so Harry took Hermione's hand and with a pop apperated them both to the one place that they had to go, but teh last place they wanted to be.