Summer of Love
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Chapter Ten: An Evening Never To Forget
The heavy rainfall had turned into a light shower. As the new couple made their way back inside, the rain died away. A dazzling rainbow, displaying all the wonderful colours you could think of, was splayed across the heart of the sky.
Harry and Hermione still couldn't believe that they were together. It was hard enough not to pinch themselves, to check if this was a dream, but even harder to resist the urge to kiss the other one senseless.
The two, gasping, laughing, so happy they could burst entered the Kitchen. Harry just couldn't stop looking at the woman holding his hand. Her straight hair had gone all curly again and her shirt, oh my word, her shirt had stuck to her chest and stomach. She had shrugged off her jacket to reveal the tight shirt that sucked to her like a vacumn cleaner. Harrry beamed.
"Wow!" Hermione exclaimed.
Still beaminig, Harry asked, "Wow what?" Hermione laughed as she replied.
"Wow as in; wow I am so lucky to be with such a perfect man."
"Well guess what?" Harry whispered sweetly, his mouth so close to her ear she could feel his breath.
"What?" she replied.
"I think that you are the most perfect woman in the entire universe," he answered back.
They heard a loud cry coming from the floor above them.
"Let's get her," Harry and Hermione chroused. They rushed up the stairs, Harry practically skipping. The reached Jazzy's room and opened her door to find the baby sitting up, holding onto the rails of her crib.
"Hey Pretty Girl!" Hermione cooed as she picked up her sister, wiping the stray tears from her face. Hermione held her sister tightly but kept her well away from her body as she didn't want her to get wet.
"We should go get changed," Harry said. He kissed both Jazzy and Hermione's cheeks as they left the room. As soon as Hermione reached her bedroom doors she rushed inside. After putting Jazzy on the floor so she could crawl around, Hermione turned on her stereo. Britney Spears's old song 'Lucky' came on. Hermione used to love Britney Spears when she first came out but now she felt as though she should put her in the guestroom and say; "This is how it's gonna be." Even though she disliked Britney Spears, she still liked her music.
Hermione tossed off her wet clothes and threw them in a heap on the floor. She opened up her wardrobe and searched through. She knew that she would change later that night but she didn't want to spend the afternoon soaked.
She changed into a simple black singlet, a girlie white and light-pink checkered skirt, an orange bow round her waist, a heap of charm necklaces and her old runners.
Grabbing a comb, she picked up Jazzy and headed downstairs.
She found the Love of her Life at the foot of the stairs, waiting for his Princess. He took her free hand and kissed. She smiled softly, drinking in the scene as his lips met hers for a heart-warming kiss
"I think you better call someone," Harry said in mid-kiss. Hermione smiled into it.
"Why should I do that babe?" she wondered.
"Well, if I had someone to ring, I'd let them know that I'm with you. Heck, I'd let the whole world know that I'm with you!" Slowly, Hermione handed Jazzy over to Harry and walked over to the counter. She jumped on top of it and, legs crossed, picked up the phone to dial her parent's mobile.
It took at least 45 seconds for Katie to answer it.
"Hello?" she proclaimed.
"Hey Mum!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Oh hey Darling. How are you?" Katie asked, a smile brightning her face when she heard her duaghter's voice.
"I'm fine. But before you say anything else I have to tell you something Mum!" If Hermione was standing up she would of been bouncing on the balls of her heels.
"Of course baby. It sounds important so I won't hold you up."
"Harry and I are together!" she blabbed. Jackson, upon seeing Katie's face grabbed the phone.
"Honey, what did you tell your mother. Her face looks like a watermelon...Hermione...what happened?" her father put on his 'your-in-trouble-now' expression.
"To-ge-ther-" Katie sputtered.
"What?" Katie raised a wobbly finger to point to the phone.
"Daddy, I don't want to alarm you but- HARRY AND I ARE TOGETHER! YEAH BABY! WOO-HOO!" Hermione screamed once her Dad returned to the phone.
"Oh Hermione, that's great news! I knew that he was the boy for you." Jackson sounded pleased as punch but down inside, his heart was breaking. His little girl loved someone more then she loved him. Even so, he still would always still think of Harry like a long-lost son.
"I'm glad that you approve. Now, I've got to go. I'm gonna go ring up Maddy!"
"You do that Honey. I love you."
"I love you to."
Immediately after hanging up, Hermione gave Harry the thumb-ups signal, proving that her parents were happy about it. Harry exhaled an enourmous sigh of relief when he saw that. Then, Hermione turned her back on him to punch in her best friend's number.
"Hello, Maddy speaking," Maddison answered.
Excited, Hermione replied, "Hey Maddy!"
"Oh hey Hermione. How are you going?"
"I'm going fantastic! Guess what?"
"Oooh I love this game...ok...uh...my hairdresser died?"
"No...Har-"
"You met Carmen Electra?"
"Uh Hermione...this could take a while," Jeff said over Maddison's shoulder.
"Ok, I am never gonna ask you 'guess what' again," Hermione said slowly so that Maddison would get the message. "Alright, I have to tell you something-"
"I'm having a deja vu!" Maddison suddenly announced. "Oh, no I'm not."
"Alright, I have to tell you something-"
"There it is!"
"Maddison!" Hermione growled.
"Sorry..."
"Ok...uh...where to begin?"
"Well people say that the beginning is a nice way," Jeff muttered sarcastically.
"Fine, I'll tell you...from the beginning. Ok...blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda, yak yak yak, Harry and I are going out!"
Silence...and then...
"OH MY GOD! How long?"
"I don't know...10 mintutes maybe."
"We have to celebrate OW! Jeff don't nudge-oh...ok...I mean...you and Harry should celebrate..."
"Maddy, if you and Jeff wanna come then fine.
"Sounds good. So whatcha' gonna do?"
"Well...is it alright if we..."
About five minutes later, Hermione hung up.
"Harry, I want you to put on a nice suit and meet me downstairs in about twenty minutes please," Hermione announced sweetly.
"Ok...but why?" Hermione giggled.
"I'll tell you later.
It took only a few mintutes for Harry to get dressed. He didn't know how long it would take for Hermione to dress herself and Jazzy so he opened up the cupboard, found a couple of English Mints and stuck them into his mouth, chewing patiently.
"Harry!" he heard a beautiful voice call.
"Yeah baby?" he answered back.
" I might be a little more than twenty minutes."
"That's alright. You just take your time!"
And when that gorgeous girl sauntered down the stairs with pretty little Jazzy on her hip, he could of almost fainted. The Love of his Life was wearing a classic cocktail black low-cut dress with ruffles at the bottom. Her feet were sitting in gold heels and gold studs were in her ears. Her hair was pin-straight, sitting just below her shoulders, she was actually wearing make-up! Mascara, a tone of rasberry lipgloss and just a hint of natural-looking blush.
Jazzy was in a white collared dress with large pink blooming flowers embroidered on it and gold sleepers were in her ears. Her hair was in two cute little pigtails.
Meanwhile, Hermione had a clear view of Harry's attire. He was in grey pants and a matching jacket with a crisp baby-blue shirt with the top three buttons undone. His unruly hair looked like Hermione could just run her hands through it in just one second.
"You look...gorgeous. I can't believe it," he stammered.
"Well Mr. Potter, you better believe it," Hermione whispered in a seductive voice before leaning in for a heated kiss.
"Mmm," Harry relished. He reluctantly pulled back, smiling sweetly at Hermione who returned his closed grin.
"I think we better go now," she whispered, taking his hand with her free one, balancing Jazzy carefully on her hip.
"Shall I drive?" Harry asked as they headed out the front door.
"I think that would be for the best," Hermione replied as they got into her car and drove into the warm summer's night.
"So what do you have planned for me Beautiful?" Harry asked as he turned the radio on. Hermione gently laughed as soft as the wind above them.
"That, my love, you'll have to wait and see."
"Not even a little tiny clue?" Harry questioned pleadingly.
"Nope. I want you to be utterly surprised.
"Well how far away is it?"
"Not very. I'll tell you where to go."
Half and hour they had arrived into a lonesome but packed car-park. Harry pulled into a spot and got out Jazzy.
"We have to walk for a bit but I'm sure we can manage," Hermione announced, taking a strong hand into hers.
"Well I can't wait. I wish that we are there very shortly," Harry joked quietly, in a voice that would charm any woman, Hermione especially.
"Don't fear. We'll be there before you know it."
Unsurprisingly, Hermione was right. They arrived at their destination in less then two minutes. Hermione halted, causing Harry to follow her lead, gaping at the sight.
The salty, fresh air whipped their faces lightly as they looked beyond, the stars twinkling ever so brightly. The water was royal blue in the day but now it was midnight black, still as glass. Soft romantic music gushed over them as the wafting smell of sauce caught their senses. A small wooden bridge stood before them that led to a large, grand, luxurious yacht.
"Welcome to the Bluebird," Hermione announced.
Harry squeezed her hand as they entered, taking in the gorgeous scenery. An excited buzz rushed throughout the room and couples chattered away. Waiters dressed in classic black and white pranced in a posh manner around the yacht with platters of sparkling champange.
They took a seat in a secluded corner and a waiter came over with a wooden highchair for Jazzy. They thanked him and picked up their manners.
"What would you like?" Harry asked politetly as he searched the list.
"I'm not sure yet," she replied, biting her bottom lip gently.
"So what is this place. Do you know who owns it?" Harry asked out of pure curiosity.
"Well, it's actually Maddison's Dad. He opens it to the public every Friday and Saturday. But guess what?"
"What?" Harry leaned in.
"It's free for me and you!"
"Excellent!" Harry leaned in for a sweet, satasfying kiss.
"How may I take your order?" a waitress asked, interrupting their kiss.
"Um, can we please have some garlic bread, a plate of spaghetti bolanese, Atlantic salmon with your creamiest mash potatoe, rump steak, medium rare and a Coke-aagh aagh-Diet Coke," Harry smiled up at the waitress who took away their menus. Harry rubbed his sore leg from when Hermione had kicked him.
"Sorry babe," she apologized.
"That's quite alright." Harry took a sip of his water.
"I just need to freshen up alright." Hermione slid out of her seat and walked purposefully over to the bathroom.
She loved how red the walls were, how seductive the paintings were and how flower vases decorated it, how shiny the black tiles were, how every mirror was lined with gold, how comfortable couches with magazines such as Vogue and Cosmo were against a wall. She walked over to the mirror and started to fix her hair. She decided to put one side behind her ear, clasped with a bobby-pin, slushed on another tone of gloss, smiled and walked out.
By the time she got back, their food had arrived. She took a bite out of the buttery garlic bread and then her boneless, soft salmon. She knew Harry was enjoying his steak, due to the pleasure on his face.
She wiped Jazzy' saucy face, who giggled right back.
"How do you like your food?" Harry asked.
"It's delicious! What about you?"
"Fantastic! Thank-you for taking me here!"
"My pleasure!"
They finished eating and then the dance-floor started to fill up.
"C'mon! Let's dance! We can put Jazzy in the playroom! Let's go!" Harry laughed and grabbed Hermione's hand. After making sure that Jazzy was safe and happy amongst the other babies, they joined the throng of people and danced the night away.
An Italian song came on and everyone joined hands and danced around in a circle.
"This is the pasta song!" Hermione yelled over the noise.
The Macaerna, Nutpush, Cancan and the Chicken Dance came on. When Hermione was doing the Cancan, her dress suddenly blew up over her head. She quickly pulled it down before anyone noticed. She blushed as deep as the walls in the bathroom and pretended the nothing happened. They did line-dancing, slow-dancing, the heel-and-toe-polka and a dance called 'Strip the Willow'.
But suddenly, there was a change in the music. 'Crank That Soulja Boy' blared through the speakers and Hermione joined several others to demonstrate the moves in the video. Hermione purred to the crowd, who roared with laughter, especially Harry.
Out of breath and gasping, the beautiful couple walked back to their table.
"That was so much fun!" Harry slung a casual arm around his girlfriend and kissed her forehead.
"I know! I love dancing and doing all that crazy stuff!"
"But aren't you afraid that the people will think bad things about you?" Harry asked as they sat back down. Hermione laughed lightly.
"No, silly. They're just people that I will never see again. They'll forget about it in, like, 10 seconds, snap!"
"Oh..." Harry blushed a little bit but then joined in Hermione's laughter.
After retriving Jazzy, they ordered dessert. They got chocolate mousse for Jazzy, lemon sorbet gelato for Harry and ferroro rochear ice-cream for Hermione.
"Wow! Usually this is quite runny but this is just amazing!" Harry commented. "I don't know which is better; your cooking or this!"
"Thank-you Harry. But this food is much, much better then mine."
"I think it's tied equal first!"
"Of course you think that but do you know it?"
"Huh?" Harry wrinkled up his nose in confusion.
"Exactly." Hermione continued to eat her ice-cream and then fixed up Jazzy, wiping all the mess off her face. She handed Jazzy a bottle who took it in her small hands and drank gratefully.
As soon as Jazzy finished her bottle, they decided to leave.
"Thank-you Hermione for this wonderful evening. It was terrific but not as terrific as you. I love you so much," Harry took her hand and leaned in for a tasteful kiss.
"Harry I am so glad that I could spend this day with you and hopefully many more. This has been the best day of my life and I am so glad that you feel the same way as I do. I love you too."
The two walked hand-in-hand over to Hermione's car. Hermione buckled up Jazzy, who was peacefully asleep and then hopped into the passener seat.
Hermione quietly turned on the radio. Robbie William, along with Kylie Minogue's, "Kids" song came on. Hermione whispered the words so that her voice was barely audible. Harry smiled to himself, a kind of crooked smile that was like he was in on a private joke.
He drove up into the Granger's driveway and parked the car. Hermione yawned and got out, and then carefully carried Jazzy inside the house.
Harry turned on the Kitchen light and waited for Hermione to return. Hermione quickly put Jazzy in a mint-green bootie, gently removed her earrings, tucked her in and then closed the door. She walked down to her bedroom and washed the make-up off her face, brsuedh her teeth and then dressed in a silk white nightie and then wrapped her mint-green, warm, fluffy, Betty Boop dressing gown around her and headed downstairs.
She returned to find a mug of Hot Chocolate with sugar and marshmallows waiting for her. She walked up on her tip-toes and crept over to Harry. She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his left cheek.
"Hi sweetie," he greeted and finished making his own Hot Chocolate. He turned around and gave Hermione a swift kiss on the lips.
"Thank-you so much for making this!" Hermione took a sip and sighed. Her insides warmed right up as the chocolatey-peppermint taste swelled inside her.
"It's my pleasure." He took a taste of his own and was met by the same feeling.
"Wow! I've never tasted anything like this!" she said earnestly.
"I'm glad to hear that. Now drink up, I want you to get a good-nights sleep!" Hermione chuckled and drank the rest. She rinsed her mug and put it in the dishwasher.
"Well, I guess I am going to hit the sack. Goodnight sweetie!" Hermione stood on her tip-toes and kissed Harry. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he put his on her waist, but they slowly ended up in her gorgeous, soft her.
"I'll be up in a second. I'll just finish up," he murmured, grazing her breasts and taking on her vanilla scent.
"Ok," her quiet laughter tickled his ears. She bounced up the stairs, rushed into her room, climbed into bed, pulled the covers over her head and waited not-so-patiently for Harry.
She heard him creep quietly along to her room. The door opened and a breeze entered. She heard his feet walk over and he pulled down the quilt just a fraction so he could get in. She smiled to herself and turned over to welcome him. They both hugged each other tightly, he buried his face in her sweet-smelling hair while her forehead was against his chest. She could feel his heartbeat. Hers quickened.
"I love you," he whispered. A shiver rushed up her spine.
"Oh Harry. I love you too..."
OMFG! I AM SO SORRY THAT YOU'VE HAD TO WAIT THIS LONG FOR ME TO GET THIS OUT!! I just had my half-yearly exams so I really couldn't do anything but study, coz wanted to get REALLY GOOD MARKS, unlike last year. Keep your fingers crossed that that happens. I know it's short but I didn't know what to write. The next chapter should keep you entertained. Please review! And please review the three other stories that I have on board. Please! I really hope you enjoyed this, I coulnd't think of what to write for a while. I had writers block.
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