A/N: WARNING! The following passage is why I put this in the 'Teen' category. Let's just say…I was blushing and looking over my shoulder while writing this. -shifty eyes-
An Unexpected Hitch in the Plan (Part I)
Hermione sat on the couch across from the fireplace working on her essay. It was dark outside with the full moon being the only light, and nearly everyone was sleeping. Nearly everyone.
She heard footsteps coming from the boys' dormitory and saw Harry coming down. She quickly turned back to her essay that she just had to finish. It was due in only two weeks. (Procrastinators, roll your eyes…now)
Harry sat down next to her. She didn't even pay attention to him until she felt him put his hand on hers.
"What is it, Ha-" she stopped when she saw the intensity in his eyes. He wasn't looking at her cruelly but…he certainly looked like he was restraining himself from doing something.
"Harry, what's wrong?" asked Hermione, putting down her quill. She had never seen him look like this before. She saw him take a deep breath.
His lips crashed into hers with a need that Hermione had never felt. This was awkward Harry that was scared of crying girls. Since when did he learn how to kiss like this? It certainly wasn't in the books.
Hermione couldn't stop herself from moaning. Her hands, getting minds of their own, traveled up Harry's chest and into his hair. He put both of his hands on his waist and stroked her sides. Again, not in the books!
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.
He gently kissed her neck, similar to how he had in the broom cupboard, but it didn't feel like an act this time. Hermione closed her eyes, taking in what was happening. This shouldn't be happening, but she couldn't for the life of her stop it.
She felt him leaning against her and felt the couch just brush her back. Her legs brushed his as he propped himself up on his knees. His talented lips went back to hers with renewed vigor He was hungrily kissing her as if he had been restraining himself for years. She had a feeling her lips would bruise but really couldn't care less. His lips traveled again down her jaw line and nipped her neck gently, most likely not wanting to give her one of those disgusting hickeys. When he kissed a certain spot, she gripped his shoulders and whimpered. She didn't even know such a spot existed yet he was able to find it.
She pushed him up slightly, not breaking the kiss but getting her hands under his chest. Her trembling fingers started to unbutton the shirt from top to bottom. He groaned in approval as one of his hands stroked her thigh and the other to her neck.
When she finally got rid of the useless buttons, she gently caressed his well-toned chest and abs. Her fingers were literally tingling. Harry moaned and opened his eyes which were shining with lust. Harry started to kiss under her chin and on her neck, nearing her collar bone. She felt two of his fingers on a lower button of her shirt…
Hermione sat up abruptly, feeling a cold sweat on her back and forehead.
What the…did I just…what the bloody hell is going on?! thought Hermione, her heart racing and pounding under her chest. She looked to her side and almost expected to see Harry laying beside her. With the absence of Harry on her bed, she shook her head and ran her hands over her bushy hair that was also wet with sweat.
I just had an extremely heated dream with Harry in it! Harry! My best friend! thought Hermione, not believing herself. You know those types of dreams that you forget about a few seconds after you wake up? Well, unfortunately for our Hermione, this was not one of those dreams. This was one of those dreams that you remember about a few years after it happened.
Okay, calm down, Hermione. Let's take this one step at a time. You are a teenager complete with hormones and this whole Operation: Invidiousness probably got to your head. thought logic.
If it was that, it should've been Ron snogging the daylights out of me, not Harry! argued emotion.
Maybe you were simply having a relapse of what happened in the broom cupboard. said logic.
Relapse? This isn't a sickness. Or maybe it is. said emotion. Stupid teenage hormones. I used to get excited over books. When did books turn into boys?
You need to tell Harry about this. Obviously what he has been doing is having a profound affect on you. You need to tone the heat down. said logic.
Oh, that will be a great conversation. 'Oh, Harry. I had an extremely erotic dream last night where you were snogging me, and I was ripping your shirt off! I think we should tone it down a notch!' Do you have any idea how he's going to react to that?! said emotion.
Good point. But I have to do something! I can't just keep on getting those dreams! The operation and our friendship would be in jeopardy! said logic. I should just keep it a secret for now. I mean, come on, it probably doesn't mean anything. It's just a hormonal and stress induced dream. All teenagers get that. It probably won't happen again.
Does anyone here really believe that last sentence?
Hermione woke up later than usual in the morning seeing as though she was tossing and turning about that dream. Every time she closed her eyes, she would see Harry's lustful glare.
Collect yourself, Hermione. She mentally shouted at herself. She quickly got ready and walked down from the girls' dormitory. She looked at the couch and got a rather vivid flashback of what happened. For a few seconds, the operation was not on her mind until…
"Hey, Harmony," said Harry, coming from behind her and gently wrapping his arms around her waist. She yelped and jumped up, whipping around to face Harry with her wand out. He raised both arms half way.
"Whoa, Hermione, it's me!" said Harry quickly, looking at her threatening wand. Hermione groaned inwardly. He was the last person that she wanted to see right now.
"Don't scare me like that!" said Hermione, pocketing her wand. Harry raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly. She couldn't help but notice how cute and inquisitive he looked when he did that. Wait... What? Where did that come from? Bad hormones!
"You've faced ten Death Eaters and lived to tell the tale and you're scared of your best friend hugging you?" asked Harry, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Harry. You just surprised me," said Hermione hastily. She avoided staring into his eyes as he looked at her curiously.
"Are you sure you're okay? You don't look like you slept well last night," said Harry, stepping closer to her. He put his hand on her forehead, checking her temperature.
"Honestly, Harry, stop cross-examining me!" said Hermione, slapping his hand off. Harry was quite taken back while Hermione was determined not to let him figure it out. He seemed to push it aside, but she knew that he would probably ask about it later. They started to walk out of the common room to the Great Hall. He spoke to kill the awkward silence.
"I can't wait until Care for Magical Creatures. I hope the bars don't have lust on them again," said Harry.
"Lust?!" said Hermione shrilly, stopping in mid step. Harry looked at her strangely.
"I said 'rust'. Remember the last time we had to work with those cages? There was so much rust on them that Ron kept having to wipe it on the back of his pants because it was getting on his hands. Malfoy was teasing him about Ron being on his time of month," reminded Harry.
"Oh…I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't hear you right," said Hermione hastily. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Obviously…I don't want to go to Transfiguration though. I heard we have to use snogs," said Harry.
"Snogs?!" said Hermione with a high pitched voice. Harry frowned.
"I said 'frogs'! Hermione, are you sure you're okay? We could go to Madam Pomfrey. Maybe you have some kind of hearing problem," said Harry worriedly.
"N-No, I'm fine," said Hermione. At his very skeptical expression, she used the excuse that Parvati and Padma use on a daily basis with teachers, "If I am a little scatterbrained, it's not my fault. It's Mother Nature's. I'm…umm…on my tom."
"What about Tom Riddle?" asked Harry. Hermione shuddered.
"Not that type of tom. Umm…T. O. M. stands for 'time of month'," said Hermione hesitantly.
Harry blanched and blinked a couple times.
"Oh…okay. Ahem…uh…so long as you are okay then," said Harry awkwardly. She hated having to use that weapon against Harry. He really didn't deserve the embarrassment. He also was not going to think of the name 'Tom' the same way again. Poor Harry…
***
Hermione had to get away from Harry. Fast. She couldn't look into his eyes without thinking of the other thing, and he wouldn't stop looking at her because he was worried for her health! She played with her bacon as she pondered what she should do.
I have to get away from him somehow. I know! I'll start a fight with him. In front of the Great Hall and storm out angrily. It doesn't have to be about anything big. He'll be confused, but I'll just blame it on stress later. I have to get my head straight before I blurt something out. thought Hermione. Harry was talking to a guy a few feet away and pointing at her with a smile and took her chance.
"Honestly, Harry, you know how I hate it when you get all possessive!" said Hermione, much louder than needed. Harry turned to her.
"What are you talking about, Hermione?" asked Harry bemusedly.
"You know what I mean! You always call me 'your girlfriend'! I'm not just a thing that you own!" said Hermione, standing up. A few people were turning around to listen in.
"Hermione, he just told that guy that he is your boyfriend. How is that possessive?" asked Ginny, who appeared out of nowhere. Hermione opened her mouth to retort but couldn't think of anything. I can't believe that I'm typing this about Hermione Granger, but she really should've listened more carefully.
"Umm…er…ugh! You just don't get it, Harry. I have to go!" said Hermione hastily. She stormed out of the Great Hall in a huff with people looking at her with what's-got-her-wand-in-a-knot expressions.
Well played, Hermione. Now Harry is not only suspicious but confused and sad! You better have a good apology for him later. said Inner Voice. Hermione groaned, not believing the hole that she dug herself into.
Harry was absolutely frozen as Hermione walked out. He turned to Ginny.
"Er…w-what did I do wrong?" asked Harry with a dazed expression.
"I have no clue. There has to be something else bothering her. She didn't seem to have much sleep last night. You've done nothing wrong," assured Ginny.
"Is it because she has her tom?" asked Harry awkwardly. Ginny raised an eyebrow, partly because she didn't think that he would know what a tom was.
"I don't think so. She had hers last week because I saw her taking the mood swings medicine. She told you that?" asked Ginny. Harry frowned.
"She lied to me about that? There must be something bothering her," said Harry worryingly. Neville looked at him pityingly.
"Did you guys have a row or something last night?" asked Neville. Harry racked his head.
"Not really. All we did last night was…oh no" breathed Harry.
"What is it?" asked Ginny sharply, but Harry was too engrossed with his own thoughts to hear her.
I must have gone too far last night… She knows that I love her! Her yelling just now must be her way of rejecting me! panicked Harry.
I think that she would be a little more gentle than that. thought logic.
You're saying this about the girl that attacked Ron with a flock of canaries. thought emotion. She must know, and she's mad at me. She probably thinks that I took advantage of her or something. She's never going to speak to me again!
Oh yes she is, because you are going to run after her and apologize! If she really does know, you might be able to save at least your friendship if you tell the truth. said logic. Harry jumped out of his seat and ran out of the Great Hall, hoping to find her as soon as possible.
A/N: Uh-oh, Hermione thinks that Harry knows about the dream while Harry thinks that she knows about his crush when both of them are wrong! Is this pile of secrets going to cave in on them?! I'm not giving you guys a preview because it would ruin the chapter for you!
