Harry Potter And The Summer Of Surprise-Chapter 11
Surprises on Date Night
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.
Hermione lay her quill down on her desk Friday night and sighed. Her cousin had just left her room for about the four hundredth time in the last two hours. Natanya seemed to want her opinion on every tiny detail.
Should she wear her hair up or down, which earrings, shoes, dress, color of eyeshadow? (Harry had disappeared into his room half an hour ago to avoid any more questions from Natanya about what he was wearing to dinner.) She heard her cousin coming again and braced herself for another onslaught of inqueries. Surprisingly though, her cousin went past her door. Hermione picked up her quill again and returned to her Transfiguration essay. A few minutes later, Natanya burst into the room and grabbed her by the hand, making a large ink spot fall onto the middle of the parchment.
"Natanya! Look what you did!" Her cousin waved her off as she dragged her out of the room and down the hall.
"You can fix that later. Right now I need your help with something 'important'." Hermione stopped short as they entered the room. She couldn't believe the mess she was seeing. Papers and make-up scattered all over the vanity, the bed unmade and under a mountain of clothes which spilled onto the already covered floor.
"You know there is a hamper in the bathroom, and a wardrobe and dresser in here. And for the matter of importance, my 'homework' is important to me! This is my final year. If I don't get the marks I need, I can't get the career that I want when I leave Hogwarts."
Natanya waved her off again, saying, "Just wait here. I'll be right back." She headed into the bathroom. Hermione kicked the clothes on the floor with disgust, and bent to start picking them up. When she had gathered an armful, she went over to the wardrobe and deposited them onto the large pile that was already there. She then turned to the desk and started to straighten that jumble.
An official looking paper caught her eye and she glanced over her shoulder to check on her cousin's whereabouts.
Natanya was singing a song that Hermione only vaguely recognized to be from the 80's about not wanting someone to cry. She was still rattling around in the cabinet, so Hermione looked quickly down at the paper.
It was an order to stay five hundred meters away from one...? Listening for any sign of Natanya returning, Hermione scanned the order as fast as she could, then set it back on the desk as her cousin slammed the cabinet door, and spun to face Natanya as she reentered the bedroom.
"Ocean Mist, Sand and Sable, or Rose Petal body wash?" Hermione's jaw dropped.
"That's what was so important? You wanted to ask me about body wash?" She brushed angrilly past her cousin and out the door. "Make your own decisions about what you do and wear tonight," she said as she slammed the door shut behind her. She locked her own door behind her and flopped back down at her desk. She picked up her wand. "Scourgify." The spot on her parchment instantly vanished. "Ocean Mist. I cannot believe that girl!"
Hermione set back into her essay. She heard Harry's shower turn on a few minutes later. She looked toward the sound and shook her head. He was really going to go through with it. He was going out with her cousin.
I wonder if he would if he knew about the restraining order. She looked back down at her paper.
She had almost finished it ten minutes later when loud music came blaring through the wall from Natanya's room. This time she knew the song. It was La Bouche's Be My Lover. It was turned down a few seconds later when Laura called up the stairs about it.
I'm amazed she could hear Aunt Laura over that racket she thought when she had finished her essay and rolled it up. She put her books back into the neat pile they sat in and headed to her bathroom to take a shower before she went to bed. She was just about to step into her bathtub when she heard a loud thump against the wall connecting to Harry's room. She put her robe on and grabbed her wand as she hurried to unlock her door, and ran to Harry's room. She flung open his door, wand ready, to find her cousin almost mauling a struggling half-dressed Harry against the wall. Hermione strode over to them and yanked Natanya backwards.
"What are you doing?" Natanya fumed at her.
"I could ask you the same thing. Is that what you did to your ex-boyfriend?" Natanya flipped her hair out of her eyes.
"I told you he was spreading rumors. I didn't do anything to him." Hermione snorted.
"That's not what the restraining order says." She turned to Harry. "Are you all right?" He nodded, still in shock from being attacked by Natanya.
"Restraining order? I don't have any idea what you are talking about." Natanya said from behind her. "The one that states that you were calling his house at all hours of the day and night and leaving obscene messages on the machine when no one answered, walking past the house six or seven times a day, seven days a week, following him around wherever he went...I can go get the paper for you if that's not enough for you to remember what I'm talking about now." Natanya's pretty face went an unbecoming shade of puce.
"You went through my stuff! How dare you?" Hermione turned to face her cousin now.
"I was straightening the mess on the vanity. Even though Aunt Laura is family, you are a guest in her house, and you should have more respect for the person who lets you into her home." Her cousin smiled a nasty little smile at her.
"How do you know that paper's even real? Or that he didn't make it all up to get attention? He was doing stuff like that the entire time we were going out." Hermione pushed her frizzy hair away from her face.
"I don't think he would do anything like that, Natanya." The other girl spun around in a circle, thrusting her arms above her head.
"You don't know him!"
Placing her hands on her hips and smiling vaguely at a still bewildered Harry, Hermione said, "On the contrary. I know him very well." They both looked at her in shock. "So does Harry." She turned to face him again. "It's Justin Finch-Fletchley."
Hermione stood under the shower spray, rinsing the soap from her hair. She couldn't believe her incredible luck. She was going out to dinner with Harry Potter! After she had let out the information about her cousin's stalking of Justin Finch-Fletchley and the subsequent restraining order that had been filed against her, Harry had said in a no-nonsense tone...
"Get out. Get out of my room and leave me alone the rest of the time you are here. Now." Natanya merely flipped her blonde curls and stomped out the door, slamming it shut behind her. Harry then turned to Hermione and asked if there was any way that he could still cancel the reservations at the restaurant.
"No. They have a policy that states if you cancel with less than twenty-four hours notice, they'll make you pay a fee for them to have held it that long in the first place."
Harry's face fell, then brightened.
"Hey! How about you go with me?" Hermione looked at him warily. "I'm serious! I still have to honor the restaurant's policy." She snorted.
"So you only want to take me so you can still make the reservation. Thanks, but no thanks, Harry." She moved to leave.
"Hermione, wait! I didn't mean it that way. You and Laura have been so nice to me this last week. After all, you 'did' invite me to stay here, and the least I can do is take you out to dinner to thank you. But I don't think I have enough money to pay for Laura to come along." Hermione turned to face him again.
"The reservation was only made for two." She smiled. "You really want to take me out to dinner?" Harry nodded.
"To tell the truth, after spending the week with your cousin, I was trying to think of a way to avoid taking her at all. That's another reason to thank you. If you hadn't found that restraining order, I would have to spend the night listening to her talk about every boy she's gone out with and how far she's gone with them." He stepped closer to her and took one of her hands in both of his, bringing it up against his chest. "Please go with me. Let me take you to dinner." Hermione stared at his naked skin. She found herself unable to think for a second.
"Please?" Harry pleaded. She looked up into his face.
"All right. I'll go with you. Just let me shower and change first." Harry nodded and released her hand. "Thankyou, 'Mione." She felt her heart jump at the nickname, and smiled back at him as she left the room -
Ten minutes later, she stood, wrapped in a towel, in front of her open closet. Scanning through the contents, she spied the minidress that had made Harry's eyes smolder with passion, removed it from its hanger and held it up against her body.
This would be the perfect dress for the restaurant. And to get Harry's attention, as well. Hermione dropped her towel on the floor and walked to her dresser. She pulled out a new matching bra and thong that showed off her curves rather nicely when she put them on. She slid the dress over her head and walked back to her closet to pull out a pair of gold strap sandal heels, and closed the closet door to look at her reflection in the mirror on the back.
Hermione frowned. Her body was a knockout, but her hair was bound to be a distraction. She wanted Harry's full attention tonight. Grabbing her wand from her desk, she aimed it at her hair, and muttered a straightening charm that she had discovered in one of the books she had bought in Diagon Alley the summer before. Her hair transformed into shimmering waves to her waist. She smiled.
That's better.
She stepped into the shoes and had just finished putting a pair of gold and opal drop earrings on, when a soft knock sounded at her bedroom door. She walked over and cracked it open to reveal Harry in khaki trousers, off white shirt, spruce and navy tie and dark green jacket, along with the new shoes they had bought two days earlier.
"Wow, Harry! You look amazing!" she said. He smiled back.
"Are you ready to go?" Hermione opened the door the rest of the way. Harry's jaw dropped. "Hermione," he said when he was finally able to speak. "You look absolutely incredible." Hermione walked to her nightstand and picked up a small gold clutch purse and turned back to Harry. He held out his hand.
"I'm ready, now," she said closing her fingers around his. "Let's go." They went downstairs and into the living room, where Laura was waiting to take them to the restaurant.
"We're ready," Harry said.
"Good," she replied, standing up from her position on the couch and turning to look at him.
"I was starting to wonder what was taking so..." She saw her niece as Harry moved to allow her entrance into the room. "Hermione?" She looked back and forth between the two of them. "I thought..." Harry held up his hand.
"It's a long story, and I really don't want to get into it right now." Laura picked up her keys and purse from the coffee table.
"We'll fill you in on the way there," Hermione said. They headed outside and got into the car. Five minutes later, Laura pulled up in front of the restaurant. Harry got out and pulled the seat forward for Hermione, who had insisted that he sit in the front. She had wanted to give him a little show as she got in and out of the car, and as he had been almost totally speechless during the ride, she gathered that her plan had worked.
"I'm going to talk to Natanya and her mother tonight. This really needs to be brought to Diana's attention," Laura said as Hermione exited the car. "But you two are not to worry about it. Just have fun tonight." Hermione nodded. Harry just stood next to her, dumbfounded as Laura drove away. He moved woodenly when Hermione took his hand and led him to the front door.
'Hermione is wearing a thong!' kept running through his mind. Fortunately his jacket was buttoned as his body had immediately reacted to this knowledge. They entered the building and walked to the Maitre'd's stand. The man looked up at them. After a second's silence, Harry felt Hermione elbow him in his ribcage.
"May I help you?" the man said in a bored and slightly exasperated tone. Harry cleared his throat nervously, and Hermione stepped forward.
"Reservation for Potter at seven."
The man looked down at his book and scanned for the name. "Potter, Potter,...Oh, here we are! Party of two at seven. Smoking or non-smoking?" he said as he gathered two menus and looked back up at them.
"Edward. You have known me and my aunt for years. Have we ever wanted the smoking section?" Edward's face registered recognition and surprise at once.
"Miss Granger! I apologize. Of course you'll want non-smoking. Please, follow me." He led them through the room to a table in a secluded corner. "Your server will be with you shortly," Edward said and bowed as he left. Hermione shook her head. Harry looked around himself.
"Why did he put us back here?" he asked.
"Aunt Laura's bank handles the restaurant's account. They take special care of her. This is one of the best tables," was the answer she gave him. And the most private, too Hermione thought happily. She set her purse on the table next to her, and picked up her menu. Harry did the same and his face fell when he realized that the whole thing was in French.
"Uh, Hermione?" She looked up at him. "This wouldn't by any chance be the French restaurant you were talking about the other day, would it?" She nodded, smiling at him.
"But I'm not going to make you eat escargots, Harry." He looked relieved at this statement. She leaned closer to him. "But they're really not all that bad." Harry wrinkled his nose.
"No, thanks." The waiter came by to take their drink orders. Hermione said water would be fine for the both of them. The man nodded and walked away, returning soon with a small basket and a pitcher of ice water. After filling their glasses, he said he would return in a few minutes to take their orders, and walked away once more. Harry looked at his menu.
"I think I have some idea as to what this is." He lay the menu flat on the table and pointed to Coq-au-vin. "That's chicken, right?" Hermione nodded smiling at him, laughing softly when he shuddered as he came across Escargots. They went over the selections together. Harry decided to get the one item he had known without need of a translator and Hermione chose the duck a l'orange. Their waiter returned. Hermione ordered lobster bisque as an appetizer, then they both put in their choices for the main course, followed by pain au chocolat for dessert.
The next hour and a half passed with conversation about their plans for the rest of the summer, and what they wanted to do when they left Hogwarts after the coming school year. Harry had decided that he would finish his education and go into Auror training. Hermione had decided she wanted to be an Auror as well, much to Harry's delight. They were just finishing their dessert when Edward came over to their table.
"Miss Granger, a message was left for you from your aunt." He handed her a folded slip of paper and walked away. Hermione read the note out loud.
-Talked to Diana. She wanted me to bring Natanya home now. Will be home A.S.A.P. Tell Edward to ring the cab company and ask for the eight o' clock call. They will know what he is talking about. It's already paid for. See you soon.
Love,
Aunt Laura-
She folded the paper again, and slid it into her purse before calling the waiter over. "May we have our check please?" she asked.
"Your bill has already been paid, Miss Granger. Your aunt said it was to compensate for her not being able to collect you. The tip was included as well." He headed over to a table near the center of the room.
"Well then, are you ready to go, 'Mione?" Harry asked. She nodded, picking up her purse. They stood and headed to see Edward. The cab dropped them off in front of Laura's ten minutes later. Hermione looked through her purse.
"I don't have my key," she said a second later. Harry checked his pockets.
"Me, either." He shrugged. "Sorry." She smiled.
"Well, let's go around the back and wait by the pool." They sat down in the deck chairs and Hermione removed her shoes, stretching out her toes. She leaned her head back to look at the star studded sky. Harry sat back, watching her. He removed his jacket and tie, then rolled up his sleeves. He still was wondering about the other day.
"Hermione?" She turned her head to face him. "Why did you do it?" He saw her roll her eyes in the dim light.
"Harry, we've been over this! Will you please let it go?" He stood, grabbed a towel that had been left on the chair, and spread it at her feet, kneeling down on it.
"I'll let it go on two conditions." She stared at him, waiting. "One, you let me do this." He leaned forward and met her lips with his. He kissed her lightly at first, then deepened it when she began to return it. Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and pulled him closer as his tongue tenatively entered her mouth. She touched hers to it, moaning when they connected. Harry was an incredible kisser!
Cho must have been incredibly stupid not to realize it, and Ginny is nuts to let him leave her, but at least now I finally get a chance at his lips she thought. He pulled back a second later, to her dismay.
"There was another condition, remember?" She released him.
"What is it?" she asked. Harry gave her a slight smile.
"You let me return the favor?" Hermione's jaw dropped.
"You want to...?" He nodded, and she smiled at him shyly. "All right, then." Harry grinned and gently pushed her back against the chair. As she had already been sitting on the edge, she didn't need to slide down for him to be able to touch her. She shivered as he slid one hand up the inside of her thigh, leaning down to lightly kiss the skin he had touched. He repeated the movements with the other leg, his hands meeting at the hem of her skirt.
Harry spread her legs apart, her dress riding up as he did so, then slid his right hand to the edge of her thong. Hermione's breathing sped up with anticipation of him touching her, but his hand moved away. Again, he repeated the movements with the other side. He slid his hands over the tops of her thighs to her hips, took hold of the undergarment and pulled it down off her body. She gasped and closed her eyes as the night air blew lightly over her in a way it never had. She felt Harry's warm breath there a second later and spread her legs as far as she could to allow him access. He lifted a hand to touch her downy curls, stroking the skin under them, causing her to pant slightly. She looked down and met his eyes.
They again had become the color of a smoky emerald, and were looking back at her, silently asking permission. She nodded in response.
Harry rose slightly, took off his glasses and lay them on the table before leaning closer to kiss Hermione. He felt her moan breathlessly under his mouth. His hand never left her body, still moving over her skin. Hermione grabbed hold of him as his fingers slid between her folds. He pulled back in surprise.
"You're already wet?" he asked. She smiled. "But I've hardly even touched you." Her smile widened.
"Harry, you didn't have to touch me to get me wet. I started to when you asked if you could return the favor from Sunday." Her head fell back as he found her opening. He teased it with his finger, then slid it inside. A drawn out moan was his reward, and he grinned. He ducked his head between her legs and kissed her short curls. Another moan. When he licked the wetness running the length of her, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. Bringing his left hand up, he spread her with two fingers, while still sliding the finger of his right in and out of her tight tunnel. Harry touched the tip of his tongue to the little nub he had exposed, and her legs clamped tightly around his head for a minute. He pulled away entirely.
"You know, I'm going to have a lot of trouble with this if you're gonna try to crush my skull every time I do that." He looked around and saw a worn out towel laying a few feet away.
Thank God Natanya doesn't clean up after herself. He stood and moved to retrieve it and another laying nearby. He tore the first into four strips and placed the other under Hermione to keep from ruining her dress.
"Don't want to have to explain a stain like that, now do you?" he said when she had given him a curious look.
"But what are those for?" she queried about the strips. He knelt back down and wrapped one around her left ankle, tying it to the leg of the chair.
"Just a little insurance that I'll be able to breathe while I'm doing this." He grinned up at her as he tied her other ankle down. "I don't want to have to stop because you are making my eyes pop out." He slid a strip under her thigh, tying it to the arm of her chair, then repeated with the other.
"Now, can you move your legs?" She flexed them, then shook her head. "Good." He inserted his finger back inside her.
"I don't care what you do with your hands," he said, leaning down to lick her clit again. "But I want this to be for you, and I want to be able to finish it." She sighed as he started to lap at her nub constantly, while still moving his finger in and out of her. He added another finger a second later, and took her clit into his mouth, sucking and nibbling lightly on it. Hermione burried her hands in Harry's raven hair, wrapping it around her fingers and lightly tugging on it. She released his tresses from one hand to reach up and pull the bodice of her dress down. She slid her hand inside her bra, pulling her breast out of its cup, running her fingers over the hard pebble at the peak. She did the same for the other, then reached down to take hold of Harry's free arm, pulling his hand up to one of her breasts. He got the idea quickly, stroking and pinching the erect bud while he lapped at her dripping pussy.
She wrapped her hand in his hair again, pulling him closer to her center as her orgasm came slowly nearer and nearer. Harry removed his fingers from her hole, to replace them with his tongue. He moved his fingers up to her clit, rubbing it gently with the pad of his thumb. Hermione bucked, straining against her bonds. She pulled his hand away from her clit and brought it to her mouth, sucked her juices off his fingers, then lowered it down to her other breast. Harry ran his tongue rapidly back and forth between her opening and her clit, knowing that she was going to cum soon. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching lightly as he sucked on her nub. Hermione's breathing was coming faster now, in short little pants.
'OH, GOD!' she thought as she reached the top of the peak. Her voice started out as a soft moan, getting louder until she was nearly screaming. "...OH MY GOD! HARRRRRRRRY!" She had never felt an orgasm like this one. Her whole body tensed, then felt as if she had gone into the outer reaches of the universe. She collasped into her seat as the spasms slowed, then stopped. Harry sat back and looked at his Hermione. Her head was lying on one shoulder and she looked back at him through glazed eyes.
"Are you O.K.?" he asked. She nodded, unable to speak for the moment. He picked up his glasses and put them on, then untied her trembling legs from the chair. He stood up, tossing the ripped up towel onto his chair. Hermione sat up straight.
"We can't leave you in this state, Harry." She gestured to the front of his slacks. He looked down, knowing that he would see his erection straining the zipper. Hermione put the back of the chair down, took his hand, pulling him down with her. He went willingly.
"That name book I found the other day was right. Your name does mean 'Sensual'. Natanya was almost totally wrong," he said before meeting her mouth with his own before she could ask what he was talking about. She tasted herself on his lips and tongue, moaning as she felt his body press against hers.
"Harry..." she whispered against his mouth. They both froze- green and brown eyes meeting in horror. Laura's car had just pulled into the drive.
"Shit!" Harry said as he jumped up, grabbing her thong and tossing it to her as she hastily rearranged her dress and pulled the back of the chair into place. He sat down in the other chair, hiding the towel strips just as Laura opened the back door.
"Why are you two sitting out here?" she asked.
Hermione answered, "We both forgot our keys." Laura nodded.
"Sorry about that. I didn't think that you wouldn't take them, or to leave the spare. Come on inside. It's getting late, and I'm tired. You can tell me about your evening tomorrow." She turned and walked into the house. They stood and looked at each other, smiling. There was definitely one thing they were going to leave out!