Infiltration (no, not really but I couldn't think of a better title)
A/N: I am giving you guys this chapter early because of a certain friend of mine who just yelled at me to update because she now has the free time to actually read fan fiction. You have her to thank! Yay! Fan fiction just got back one of its old fluff fans!
It was about 6 in the evening, and Harry and Hermione were getting ready for a different tactic. Instead of trying to make public displays of affections, they decided to make sure that Ron and Lavender would walk in on them while they were snogging. Harry already knew which broom cupboard that they normally go to so it was just a matter of getting there before them.
"Where are they?" asked Hermione as she steadied herself for another act. Harry kept a close watch on his map.
"Hmm… they are at the Quidditch pitch right now. That's odd. I ended practice an hour ago. He must be showing off… again," said Harry with a scoff as he folded the map back. Hermione rolled her eyes as she paced the room. There were three broom cupboards that normally housed snogging couples, and Harry had locked two of them in advance, leaving only one left. Ginny and Neville were keeping theirs occupied until Harry and Hermione need to move in.
"Okay, they are leaving the pitch and going back into the castle. We better move," said Harry. He quickly put the map into his pocket. They walked over to the portrait hole when Hermione stopped him.
"Wait a second, Harry. Something is wrong with this picture," said Hermione. Harry looked at her with a bemused expression as Hermione realized what it was. Hermione started to undo the top buttons on his shirt. After about three buttons, Harry grabbed her wrists but didn't push her hands away.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" asked Harry in a low voice. Hermione blushed. She was so caught up in the plan that she didn't realize what she was doing.
"Well, we are supposed to be snogging. We should look slightly disheveled," explained Hermione hastily. She took her hands away with a blush. Harry seemed to be pondering whether she would let him do the same to her, and she flushed at the thought.
"Come on, we should go," said Hermione quickly. She grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the broom closet that was one floor down.
When they got to the designated broom closet, Hermione knocked three times, letting them know that it was them and not a different snogging couple. They backed up as Ginny pushed the door open. Hermione stifled a giggle at Ginny's flushed face and Neville' dazed expression.
"We told you two to make sure no one else went in. We didn't make you guys actually use the closet!" said Hermione with an amused face. Ginny shrugged.
"We figured…well, more like I figured, that we may as well use the time wisely," said Ginny mischievously. The couple skipped away, hand in hand as Hermione and Harry walked into the closet. Hermione closed the door, plunging them into darkness. They still had about ten minutes until Ron and Lavender would make their way up to the closet. She realized that the closet was much smaller than she assumed so she had to put her hands on Harry's chest, something some girls would kill for. It was hard to see Harry's expression in the darkness.
"Ha-Harry?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah?" asked Harry with a placid tone.
"W-We might as well practice a bit before Ron comes. We don't want for it to looked staged," said Hermione.
"Even though it is," muttered Harry. Hermione rolled her eyes even though she doubted that Harry noticed. She closed her eyes, knowing that Harry always initiated the kiss. To her surprise, it wasn't her lips that Harry kissed.
Harry pressed his lips against her neck, her fingers gripping his shoulders at the touch. As he trailed down her neck, her breaths turned into sharp gasps.
"Ha-Harry…w-what are you…"
"I think if we had a little more variety, it might set Ron off sooner," said Harry in a husky voice. Hermione nodded once, very surprised that he was so calm. His hands found their way to her waist and started to stroke her sides. When Harry had kissed a certain sweet spot, Hermione couldn't stop a moan from her lips. She felt him smile against her neck.
"Save it for when they come, Harmony," said Harry with a slight teasing voice. He took his talented lips away from her neck and leaned against the opposite wall. Hermione sighed as she heard the rustle of parchment. He was checking the map. Her heart rate refused to slow down as she looked at Harry. His bright green eyes seemed to glow in the little light that slipped through the slit of the door. She leaned against the opposite wall; the silence was deafening. As much as she wanted to talk about that moment, she had no idea how. They were just acting and yet…
"They will get here in about fifteen seconds. We better start the act," whispered Harry. Hermione nodded, their moment still making her breathing rather quickly. Harry seemed to notice this as he stepped closer to her.
"Calm down, Hermione. It's just me," said Harry. Hermione nodded. His statement didn't exactly make her calmer though. She put her hands on their reserved places on his chest. Harry put his hands gently on her waist. She barely had time to close her eyes when Harry's lips were on hers. She felt one of his hands press against the small of her back as she got closer to him. Resisting the temptation or urge to gulp, she brushed her tongue across Harry's bottom lip, and Harry opened his mouth slightly. She could've sworn that she heard him growl slightly but pushed it to the back of her mind. She could hear footsteps coming closer. She felt Harry's other hand move away from her waist and slid under her shirt about one inch. She gasped at his boldness but before she could break away and possibly slap him, the door opened.
"Harry! Hermione!" said Lavender, clearly surprised. Hermione and Harry separated quickly, like they planned, with flushed faces. Harry's hand darted out of her shirt, but Hermione could tell from Ron's expression that he had seen.
"Oh, hey, Ron. Hi, Lavender," said Hermione as she turned towards Harry, "I thought that you locked the door, Harry." she added under her breath.
"I was a little too busy concentrating on you," recited Harry as he raked his hair with his hand.
"Well, we should leave you two alone. Let's go, Won-Won," said Lavender. She pulled Ron's arm, but he stayed rooted to the spot. He flashed an absolutely furious look at Harry. Hermione half thought that the two would fight right then and there. Ron scoffed then turned to walk away with Lavender. When Hermione saw that they were alone, she whipped around to look at Harry.
"What. The. Bloody. Hell. Were. You. Thinking?!" said Hermione with a fierce expression, "You didn't have to bloody feel me up!" Harry tilted his head.
"That's the first time I've ever heard you say 'bloody'," said Harry, completely off topic. Hermione scoffed indignantly.
"Harry, why did you do that?" asked Hermione shrilly.
"I would've thought the answer would've been obvious," said Harry. Hermione glared at him but said nothing, letting him explain himself. Harry sighed and adjusted his glasses.
"Hermione, the objective is to make Ronald as jealous as possible. Hermione, don't you trust me not to do anything drastic?" asked Harry, "I thought that you would trust me enough after six years of friendship. That's the only reason I did that. I guess that I was wrong." Harry shook his head disappointedly and started to walk away. Hermione panicked and grabbed his hand.
"Harry, wait," said Hermione. Harry turned around. "I'm…sorry, Harry. I really do trust you. It's just…a guy has never been like this towards me, and…it's just strange." A moment later, Harry's face softened.
"Okay. I'm sorry, Hermione. I guess I should've at least warned you before I did that. I just…wanted to see if you really trusted me," said Harry with a shrug. Hermione smiled and nodded. They started to walk back to the common room, hand in hand.
"When you said that a guy has never been like that towards you, I actually breathed a sigh of relief," said Harry with a grin, "If there had been a guy, I would probably have a talk with them. Or rather, let my wand do the talking."
"Harry!" said Hermione, hitting him on the arm even though she thought it was slightly sweet the way he was protective of her. He feigned a look of hurt as he rubbed his arm.
"That hurt, Hermione!" said Harry, pouting adorably. Hermione giggled and shook her head.
A/N: I like this chapter, and I'm sure that most of you know the real reason why Harry had 'felt her up'. I learned that phrase after reading fan fiction. Honestly, it was one inch! Does it even count?! Well, something this major to their 'relationship' must have some consequences, right?
Preview of next chap: He abruptly broke the kiss, and Hermione whimpered in a way she prayed no one else would find out about. Hermione Jean Granger never begged for anything in her life, but she would've been begging for another kiss of equal passion.
(I am so evil to stop it here. -insert diabolical laugh here-) Please review if you want to be saved from this cliffhanger! The next chap might take a while because I don't have the next one pre-written.