When Harry and Hermione woke up the next morning they were both very sore. This was because they had woken up on the floor of Dudley's bedroom, and it only had a thin carpet. Harry cracked his neck and Hermione brushed hair out of her eyes, and they glanced at each other sheepishly. Hermione was grateful that their clothes were still kind of on... they were shirtless, but she had managed to keep her bra on.

"Um," Harry looked away as Hermione slipped her shirt on, and found his own half under Dudley's bed.

He turned back around, but Hermione had already left, and Harry heard the bathroom door close. Sighing, he leaned against Dudley's bed. Everything that had gone on last night was coming back to him. They had made up, to say the least. Harry was also sure that he had several more hickeys. He just hoped she wasn't going to be mad at him again, because this had definitely been his idea.

The door swung open slowly and Hermione stared at him from the doorway.

"Um, are you hungry?"

Harry tried to suppress a grin, "Uh, yeah."

"Alright, I was thinking of making waffles."

Harry stood slowly, and followed her downstairs. He couldn't stop staring at her. He felt useless, sitting at the table, just watching her perform magic. Though she still liked to mix it up, her muggle habits had not completely gone. Hermione made the batter with a flourish of her wand, but poured the batter by hand into the waffle maker. It smelled delicious, and Harry's stomach grumbled as they watched it cook. So far they had each been completely silent. He stood and grabbed mugs and juice, if only to stop himself from staring at her. Her voice caught him off guard;

"Harry?"

"...Yes?"

"Can you get the syrup?"

Harry exhaled, "Sure."

And just like that Hermione and Harry were eating breakfast as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But Harry knew Hermione well enough (almost to well) that she was going to bring it up soon. He wasn't sure, however, on what would be her reaction.

After two helpings each, Hermione paused and finally looked Harry in the eye. Desperate for some other distraction Harry grabbed the last bit of waffle, preparing for the worst.

"So I have decided..."

Harry glanced at up at her, and Hermione paused, licking her lips nervously.

"Yeah?" He focused on filing each square of waffle with syrup.

"...what happened last night, it was..."

Harry swallowed, staring at her lips, wondering if they tasted like syrup.

"..it was fun."

Harry choked on his bite of waffle.

Hermione blushed, but held his gaze as Harry struggled to swallow.

"Really?" Harry looked at her, shocked.

Hermione blushed, "Yes, actually."

"Wow."

"And, um, everything we said..."

Harry took a nervous sip of juice.

"...I think it was correct."

Harry nodded slowly, but inside his stomach had dropped to the floor. What the hell had they said last night?

"OK, then." Harry nodded, smiling faintly, hoping that was the right response.

Hermione looked nervous and hastily took her dishes to the sink, but instead of using magic to wash them, she just left them in the sink. Turning quickly, she paused at meeting Harry's gaze.

"Um, I am going to take a shower."

Harry stared at the last bit of waffle on his plate, that was the last image he needed right now, "Alright...I'll do the dishes when I'm done."

Hermione nodded and left the kitchen in a rush, her cheeks slightly pink. Harry leaned back in his chair. He wasn't hungry anymore, at least, not hungry for food.

He took a last bite of his waffle then stood and took his plate and mug over to the sink. Pulling open the dishwasher he loaded the plates and silverware, followed by the mugs, then shut the door. If only Aunt Petunia could see him now. She would have died at his complete lack of caring for her dishware.
Suddenly he heard footsteps upstairs and Harry took a cautious step towards the stairs. Sure enough, Hermione's voice called down the stairs.

"Harry?"

He took a step forward, "Yeah?"

"Um, can you come here for a second?"

Harry glanced around the kitchen, suddenly wanting to scrub the floors or dust the counters, anything then come face to face with Hermione. But his body had other plans, and all too quickly he was at the bottom steps.

"What do you need?"

Hermione's voice rang from down the hallway, but he couldn't catch it. The shower was going, and the image it presented made Harry grit his teeth. Taking slow steps he headed up stairs, and turned down the hallway, nervous about what he would find.

"Harry?"

Her voice came from the guest room, and Harry slowly pushed open the door. It was not what he expected. Hermione was sitting on the bed, completely dressed, hands twisting in her lap.

"'Moine?"

Her head shot up at his voice, and Harry noticed that her face was still flushed.

"Um, Harry..?"

He looked at her, "Yeah?"

"Will you...will you shower with me?"

Obviously Hermione Granger had just gone completely mad, or Harry was in the best dream of his life. Whatever they had said last night it had certainly been effective.

Harry swallowed, "What?"

Hermione looked away blushing, "Want to try it?"

Harry tried not to look like Christmas has come early, half expecting Hermione to laugh and say "gotcha"! But that was very un-Hermione. Though so was this.

"Harry?"

Her voice woke him up.

"Yeah." Harry nodded, taking a hesitant step forward, "Yeah, I do."

Hermione smiled nervously, then stood up from the bed. Harry watched her in awe as she came up and gently put her lips to his. He was so right, her lips tasted like syrup. Placing his hands on her hips he pulled their bodies together. She deepened the kiss, the pulled away blushing after only a moment.

Harry looked at her confused.

"Shower." She reminded him. Harry grinned, and let Hermione lead him to the bathroom. The shower was still running, and when she shut the door behind them, it all suddenly sunk in. Harry stared at his best friend and carefully eliminated the space between them. Looking into her eyes one more time, Harry kissed her, as slowly and as gently as possible.