Three weeks, that's how long I had to spend with Harry. During the day I would follow him into the office and read over the old textbooks I had found digging through what I could only assume to be Grimmauld place; or rather that's what I gathered seeing as the shabby street signs on either corner of the street told me it was Grimmauld place.

I would sit on the couch and attempt different spells while Harry ran in and out all day; I told him that I didn't want to be a bother but he insisted I come to the ministry with him so nothing would happen to me when he wasn't around (honestly I'm lucky he didn't follow me into the bathroom most of the time).

When he was done with whatever it was that he did he would take me around London or wherever else we felt like going, Harry was starting to grow on me, actually. Eventually and unfortunately I had to go back to my base and finish the last 9 months of my contract; after three years of mulling it over I decided that I would not be re-enlisting, not at the moment at least. Harry and I argued for days about how I should get back to my base; I pleaded to fly while he insisted he apparate me there personally and have a meeting with my commanding officer about the sensitivity of what I had been 'working' on for the British government and that I may need to be taken back into their custody should the need arise.

I begged him not to, literally begged but the damned idiot had it stuck in his mind that it was "absolutely necessary". Needless to say I was really going to be in for it when I got back to work.

"Why do you always have to get your own way?! I mean really, cant you just man up and let me make up my own mind for once? If I wanted someone to think for me on a regular basis I would have renewed my contract with the Navy!" "Nope, sorry love but I don't trust muggle transportation." "Oh not this again Harry you were raised by 'muggles'"

I made bunny ears with the fingers of either hand to accentuate the point I was still foolishly trying to make. "And in case you've forgotten Harry, I am a 'muggle'. That hurts right here." I once again made my hand gesture and put my hands on my heart; I gave an all star pout and met his gaze with glittering eyes' too bad he wasn't buying. Harry gave me a devilish smirk and walked in my direction until there was barely enough room between us to constitute two people. Carefully I stepped beck until I was up against the arm of the couch.

Harry bent down and brushed the hair away from my neck, he lingered a moment allowing his breath the tickle the sensitive flesh of the crook of my neck and proceeded to kiss his way up, across my jaw, and kissed the corner of my lips before moving in for the kill. He's a charmer, that Harry Potter. He started off with a soft brush against my bottom lip then halted for a moment, my eyes were closed so I couldn't tell you exactly what the hell it was he was doing, I didn't hear any zippers being opened so I assumed he wasn't going to rape me or anything.

I guess the fact that I hadn't slapped him in the face or put him into a world of pain gave him the okay to kiss me again in his head, this time it was a bit more forceful. Always up for a little fun and admittedly a little bit turned on by the sheer Gaul of this man I kissed him back, just as forcefully as he did me. I bit his bottom lip and began to suck on it and play with it with my tongue, he took his cue and took hold of my ass with both hands and roughly pulled me closer to him, almost lifting me off the ground; hell, why not?

I jumped up as gracefully as possible and wrapped my legs around his hips as hard as possible without hurting the poor guy. He leaned me into the wall and I put my hands through his shaggy hair, more of a mane actually, Harry groaned in appreciation; apparently I wasn't the only one getting a rise out of this. Suddenly the door flew open "Harry I need you to look over thi . . . OHMYGOD! I knew it!"

we both froze and a few things happened in consecutive order and an extremely short period of time; both of our bodies stiffened and literally froze, faces still together, our grips on each other loosened and I fell unceremoniously to the floor with a thud "OWWWWWW!!" Hermione began to laugh so hard I nearly thought she'd burst into tears and she quickly left the room. I heard a muffled snigger to my left and realized Harry was trying to keep himself from laughing too.

I glared daggers at him and proceeded to yell "you dropped me! No, wait worse . . . you KISSED me!!" I started wiping my tongue on the sleeve of my jacket and began to cough as though I had been force fed Hemlock. "I kissed YOU? You did it to yourself sweetheart, sorry to break it to you." "I'm sorry all I caught of that was blah blah blah I'm an insipid jerk. You don't have Aids do you? OH GOD I HAVE AIDS NOW!! Completely skipped the HIV stage I have full blown AIDS! This is terrible!"

Harry looked down at me like I had three heads and was foaming at the mouth. "What!? Aren't you going to help me up? I'm fragile now!" Harry lifted me off the ground with ease and I dusted myself off before walking smoothly to the couch and resuming my 'studies'.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught Harry staring at me just as blankly as before; just as I was going to tell him to 'shove it' he cut me off. "Florence?" "Yes, Harry?" As innocently as a Mormon first grader he asked "What's Aids?"

I slapped my hand flat against my forehead and mumbled "Coulda had a v-8" "What was that?" "Nothing Harry, nothing at all."