Flirtatious Delights

Summary: What happens when two best friends decide to have some flirtatious delights?

Notes: (Original) Hello and good day to all you lovely readers! Here's another Harry/Hermione one-shot. I must admit to being surprised by those who have requested me to write more of this pairing. I never expect such high praise and want to say thank you for enjoying my stories. :) Amazingly, this actually took me almost a week to write due to RL being such a testy little bitch! LOL Anyway, thank you for checking this out and hope you enjoy it.

(Updated): It was brought to my attention by reviewer (on Ao3) hawtdawg101 that although they truly enjoyed the story, the constant changing perspectives was a bit repetitive and I happen to agree. So with this awesome constructive criticism, I have reworked this one-shot to make it three chapters instead. :) Thank you hawtdawg101 for your insight and I hope this works better for everyone. I know I'm happier with it now.

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Chapter 1 - Harry

As Harry appeared in Hermione's flat, he called out, "Hermione, love, are you ready?" Then he heard what he thought was a reply from her but was muffled. Walking towards her bedroom, Harry came upon a sight that had him inhaling sharply and leaning against the door frame. The only part he could see of her was her beautiful pert arse high in the air. Merlin's bits! It was going to be one of those days, Harry thought while watching her bum wiggle around.

After clearing his throat, he asked her, "What are you doing?"

"Looking for my shoe, what else?" came her reply.

"Hermione, love, are you witch or aren't you?" Harry inquired of her. Then groaned quietly when she wiggled her arse to aid coming out from under her bed.

"Um, yes?" Hermione answered, looking chagrined.

"For someone who knows so much, you really can be quite forgetful." Harry said, chuckling and dodging the heel she threw at him, catching it, thankful for his seeker reflexes.

"I suppose it's a good thing I have you then, huh?" Hermione retorted with a smirk.

Harry nodded his head and accio'd her missing heel while handing the one she threw at him back to her.

"Thanks babe!" Hermione chirped as she put her heels on and then stepped into her bathroom.

"Anytime" Harry responded, enjoying watching her walk away.

He had been watching her walk away for too many years to count but couldn't bring himself to care. She had a delectable arse, always had. Harry had been appreciating many things about Hermione for many years now. Watching her grow into the beautiful, sexy witch she was now had been torture. No, that wasn't right, well not completely. It had been torture watching her bloom into a woman but what had been even more painful had been watching her date other blokes.

They never lasted though and never would because those idiots thought she shouldn't be so close to him or Ron. They thought it abnormal for the three of them to be so close. Um, yeah, no. Had the idiots not lived through the same war as they had? Did the morons not know who the "Golden Trio" was? How stupid could a bloke be? There was a bond between them that nothing would ever break. They had been through way too much for one of them to dump the other two for a partner! Dumb-asses! Harry thought it was hilarious when Hermione would tell him all about her dates' ideas and her appropriate responses, which generally ended with the morons needing to go to St. Mungo's.

If the wizards would just accept that he and Ron would forever be a part of her life then they might get a bit further but no, they had to insist she distance herself from them. Hah! Like that would ever happen. He had lost count how many times she had him rolling with laughter at her response to their stupidity. He would often shake his head. He learned early on in school to NOT get on the wrong end of her wand and thought others would have learned from his and Ron's mistakes of doing so. Even if it had mainly been Ron who would piss her off enough to jinx or hex him, Harry had had that misfortune a few times.

When Hermione reappeared, Harry's gaze took in her attire. She was wearing a pair of jeans that ought to be illegal the way they fit her, with a scoop neck top; which, if he was honest, he couldn't wait to peek down when she would bend over, and she would eventually bend over, in front of him. What could he say, he was a red blooded male and she was a damn fine witch. When Hermione twirled for him after catching his eyes trailing her body, Harry gave her a wink and held out his arm for her to take.

"So, am I dressed appropriately?" Hermione asked.

"Absolutely gorgeous darling!" Harry had told her, grinning widely.

"Perfect! Shall we go then?" Hermione replied, matching his grin with her own.

"We shall. Ready to check out the new museum?" he asked, knowing full well what her answer would be and grinned even wider when she rolled her eyes at him.

"You know I am. Thank you for going with me." Hermione told him.

Harry nodded his head and laid his hand over hers tucked in the bend of his elbow. "Anything for my lady." He said, tipping his nonexistent hat, causing Hermione to laugh at his antics.

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Harry loved apparating them anywhere, it meant he got to hold her against him after they landed. Years of traveling this way and Hermione still needed a moment to find her balance. When she leaned against his body to help her stay upright, Harry sucked in a breath. She felt so bloody good, he couldn't help but lower his head to inhale her scent while she was pressed so close to him. When he felt her shiver, he smirked. So, his attraction wasn't so one-sided after all. Oh this day just got better.

Harry decided to be daring when they entered the museum. He wanted to try to torment her to the level of awareness he was at. It was normal for the two of them to walk with their arms around the other's waist so he took it to another level. He thought about ghosting his hand over her arse but decided to hook his thumb in one of her loops and let his fingers spread over the surrounding area instead. Her response was more than he had hoped for. He had noticed her shallower breathing and couldn't stop the smirk from appearing. But when she leaned into him more, he swallowed hard. Damn but she felt good against him. When they reached an exhibit in a glass case and Hermione bent over to study the object while Harry conveniently walked around to the other side and "watched" her, enjoying the view very much.

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A few minutes later, they moved on to the next area where paintings were waiting for their perusal. The first set of paintings was hung in the middle of the wall. The next set was hung in two rows; one just above eye level and the other just below. However, the next section they came to had them starting close to the floor then going up to almost the ceiling.

Harry had decided to squat down to get a better look at a painting close to the floor while Hermione was checking out the ones higher up. What he hadn't realized was, by doing that; it put his head at crotch level to her. Oh the sweet torture. Instead of concentrating on his best friend's proximity, he inspected the picture that had caught his eye. After several minutes, Harry noticed a slight movement in his peripheral. If he wasn't mistaken, Hermione had squeezed her thighs together. A bit confused, Harry wondered why she would do such a thing then realized her body was turned toward his and, he hoped, he had his answer. She was checking him out and liked what she saw.

When he turned and tilted his head up to see her face, his breath froze in his lungs. Her pupils were dilated while she was looking at him. Dear gods, did the witch have any idea what a look like that did to him? He wasn't sure he should stand up just yet, considering most of the blood in his body had pooled in one particular area. Then he noticed the shine on her lips, as if she had just licked them and he couldn't stop his groan to save his life. She was killing him. Finally, Harry stood up and moved into her personal space, smirking when her eyes slowly lifted to his. When she bit her lip and gave him a coy look, Harry leaned in and whispered, "You're killing me, you know that right?" As he leaned back a bit to catch her reaction, Harry let out a small moan when he saw her smile.

As her eyes met his again, she smirked at him. She had no idea flirting with Harry would be such a torturous delight. When he slid his arm back around her waist and hooked his thumb back into a loop, Hermione whimpered quietly. Hearing his breathing quicken, she knew he was torturing himself as much as he was her. After another hour of touring the museum, the two left.

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Hermione asked then asked if he wanted to get some ice cream.

Harry narrowed his eyes at her innocent look, he was fairly certain her motives were nowhere near innocent. "Sure, where do you want to go?"

Hermione's answer had made him groan, Twisted Licks she had said with a straight face. Harry had had ice cream from the shop a few times and had enjoyed it. However, his mind wasn't on ice cream at the moment. When he gave her a wicked smirk, thinking of other things he'd rather lick, he enjoyed the blush that appeared on Hermione's cheeks.

At her pleased grin, Harry groaned. He knew it would be nothing but absolute torture to watch her lick an ice cream cone but he so wanted to watch her do it at the same time. She was definitely trying to kill him, slowly. He loved her reaction when he gave her a smirk, she had blushed brightly. Oh, he was definitely going to enjoy the show. He wondered what exactly was she thinking about to cause her to blush so brightly and then chuckled when she ducked her head.

As they walked to the ice cream parlor, Harry slid his hand into her back pocket and gave a gentle squeeze causing Hermione to miss a step and fumble. He gladly caught her and enjoyed feeling her breasts pressed into his chest.

"Alright there Hermione?" Harry asked.

When he heard Hermione let out a small chuckle, it made him smile before she looked in his eyes and answered quietly, "I am now."

Harry swallowed hard to keep from leaning in and snogging her. It was so very tempting to do but not yet and not here. Their first passionate kiss, and he knew it would be mind-blowing, he wanted done in privacy. He wanted to be able to do as he pleased, well, whatever she allowed anyway.

Once they received their orders: chocolate and vanilla swirl (soft serve) for Harry, chocolate and cherry (double scoop) for Hermione; they decided to sit outside to enjoy the beautiful day. Neither thought an ice cream had tasted quite so good while watching each other devour their frozen treat. Smirks and dilated pupils seemed to be the order of the day for both.

Harry knew this would be torture but hadn't realized just how much fun it would be too. Watching Hermione's reaction to him enjoying his ice cream had him smirking. From the slight movement of her body he would say she was moving her thighs, hopefully together to try to find some friction, and her breathing had become erratic. Then she decided to pay him back by enjoying hers and Harry managed to keep his groan low. However, the smirk she gave him had him adjusting his jeans. She was damn sexy and he was glad she had suggested this little pit stop.