Flirtatious Delights

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

Notes: Here's Hermione's take on the day.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no monies.

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Chapter 2 - Hermione

Hermione was frantically searching for her other shoe, she knew it was here somewhere! Time was not on her side, Harry would be here any minute and he was taking her to the museum. She had to look her finest for him. The only place she had yet to look was under her bed so Hermione fell to her knees, bent over and wiggled her body under the bed to reach the heel she saw there. While she was doing this she barely heard the floo flare before hearing Harry's voice.

She heard him clearing his throat before he asked her what she was doing. She replied that she was looking for her other shoe.

"Hermione, love, are you witch or aren't you?" Harry inquired of her. Hermione loved it when he called her that. She would never tire of it.

"Um, yes?" Hermione answered, looking chagrined, realizing she could have used magic to summon her shoe to her instead of crawling around on the floor.

"For someone who knows so much, you really can be quite forgetful." Harry told her as he chuckled. She promptly took her other shoe off and chucked at him, knowing he would catch it before it could hurt him but it felt good to do, cheeky sod.

"I suppose it's a good thing I have you then, huh?" Hermione retorted with a smirk, enjoying their banter. He nodded his head before accio'ing her missing heel and then handed both shoes to her with a smirk.

Hermione chirped him a thanks as she put her heels on and then stepped into her bathroom.

"Anytime" Harry responded as she walked away.

She walked into her bathroom under the guise of checking her hair and makeup one last time but what she was really doing was catching her breath. Damn but he looked positively devastating! The jeans he wore fit him like a glove and he wore his shirt like a second skin, showing off his lean body. Then add his dragonhide boots and messy hair and oh boy, she was going to have trouble keeping her thoughts out of the gutter with him looking so sinful. If she didn't know better she would swear she was menopausal, considering the hot flashes she suffered from on a regular basis.

Hermione wondered if they could have more than just friendship; if Harry would see her as more than a friend. She had dated several wizards since leaving school but none of them lasted. Most thought it bizarre how close she was to her two best friends. They all wanted her to spend less time with Harry and Ron. There was no way that would ever happen and when she would tell the idiot blokes just that, they would do something incredibly stupid…like say something they shouldn't. She, of course, would retaliate with a very creative hex or jinx which, more times than not, would send the moron to St. Mungo's for treatment.

Then the next time Hermione would see Harry, she would tell him all about the date and what all had transpired. She often would join Harry in his laughter at their foolishness. It was like they had no clue the three of them were called the "Golden Trio" for a reason and that it wasn't based on life threatening situations since their first year at Hogwarts! Their friendships were solid and nothing or no one would ever come between them. Why couldn't the idiots figure that out and just accept it? It would make life a lot more pleasant for them and they might be able to get further than dinner with her and wouldn't need treatment from a healer.

Hermione wouldn't change her relationship with Harry and Ron for the world. They had been through so much that she had a hard time seeing why anyone would have a problem with it. It wasn't like she was shagging them while trying to date someone else. She wasn't a slag after all. But to hear those morons complain about their friendship and imply improper things, one would think they never had a friend of the opposite sex before! Merlin's hairy bits!

When she stepped out of the bathroom, she admired Harry a moment before he realized she was there. The wizard was just too sexy, he really should be illegal.

"So, am I dressed appropriately?" Hermione asked, enjoying the way his eyes caressed her body. She had only recently realized how much she enjoyed Harry's attentions. They had flirted with each other for several years now but it only just hit her that she wanted more than his friendship and friendly flirtatiousness. She had banged her head on her desk for a good ten minutes when the realization had hit her. She knew she loved him; she always had and always would. However, she now knew she wanted more, she wanted all of him, that her feelings were much deeper than just friendship.

When Harry's reply was a wide grin and an "Absolutely gorgeous darling!", Hermione almost swooned. Instead of fall at his feet and begging him to just take her and to hell with the museum, Hermione said, "Perfect! Shall we go then?"

Then Harry just had to be cheeky and ask her if she was ready to visit the new museum and she couldn't help rolling her eyes at him. She then answered him and thanked Harry for going with her. She knew it wasn't his favorite thing in the world to do but he often went with her when a new exhibit came up or, like now, a new museum had opened.

Harry had nodded his head and laid his hand over hers that was tucked in the bend of his elbow before saying, "Anything for my lady," as he tipped his nonexistent hat, which made Hermione to laugh at his antics.

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As much as Hermione still didn't like apparating, she did so enjoy being in Harry's arms. After landing, Hermione couldn't help but lean against Harry to keep herself from face planting. One would think she would have gotten better traveling that way but that would be so very wrong. When she heard his sudden intake of air, she smiled. Then she felt his nose move a bit of her hair and heard him quietly breathe and shivered, he was breathing her in. Oh Merlin. How was she supposed to react to such a thing?

When he wrapped his arm around her waist and started guiding her towards the museum, Hermione had to tamp down hard on the moan that wanted to escape. It wasn't anything out of the norm for him but with the knowledge that Harry might want her as much as she wanted him, it was a whole different experience.

She wrapped her arm around his waist and felt a tiny shiver run down his body. Hermione looked straight ahead with a small smile and dared not look at his face just yet. Today had the potential to be so much fun if she played her cards right. While walking towards the museum, Hermione leaned a bit more than normal into his body and enjoyed the tightening of his arm around her. She knew, now, that she wasn't alone in her interests and it thrilled her. She wasn't very practiced at seducing anyone but, for Harry, she would gladly give it a shot.

Once they had made it into the building, Harry led her from exhibit to exhibit. Hermione almost groaned when she felt his thumb hook into a belt loop, letting his fingers splay down her backside. Her stomach fluttered when she felt those fingers lightly caress the area just above the curve of her arse. It took every trick she could think of to not give away her pleasure. However, she was sure she had failed when she glanced out of the corner of her eye to catch his smirk. He was enjoying teasing her, oh, it was so game on then. She might be nervous due to nothing actually being said about feelings but, they do say actions speak louder than words.

Hermione was studying the artifact in the glass case when she felt Harry leave her side to walk around the display. She thought nothing of it at first, then her eyes switched focus. She was eye level, being bent over and all, with his crotch. Holy hell! Since his jeans fit him so well, they left nothing to the imagination; he was getting hard. It confused her at first, not realizing the view she was giving him but when it dawned on her why he was reacting the way he was, she had no idea how she kept from blushing. She was showing him her cleavage in all its glory. So she hadn't read too much into his actions earlier, that was good to know. So was the affect she had on him, glad she wasn't the only one sexually charged.

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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.

When Hermione turned to ask Harry a question, it got stuck in her throat. He had knelt down and was inspecting a painting close to the floor. She couldn't stop her eyes from raking over his form. There was something about him being in that position that had her wetting her lips and squeezing her thighs. Maybe it was his focus on the picture before him or the way his shirt stretched over his back or maybe it was the way his jeans hugged his arse even more, she had no clue. She just knew he looked sexy as hell at that moment.

However, Hermione couldn't believe she had let herself get caught ogling her best friend. Well, actually, yeah she could. She had been so engrossed in checking him out and appreciating the sexy picture he presented that she hadn't registered his attention turning to her. When he had tilted his head to see her, it hadn't registered until then he had caught her.

When she lowered her head and bit her lip, she enjoyed hearing his groan. It was sexy as hell and she wanted to hear it more. Then he had stood up and whispered that she was killing him and the smile that appeared was all female pride. She loved that she could evoke such a reaction from him. Hermione had also noticed, when she had looked down, that his erection wasn't totally gone. Oh Merlin, she wanted so badly to move her hand to cup him that she literally had to step back to control the impulse.

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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"How about some ice cream?" Hermione asked, an innocent look on her face.

When Harry narrowed his eyes at her, she was certain he knew her reasons for wanting the frozen treat. But then he told her sure and asked where.

"There's a Twisted Licks right over there." Hermione said, somehow managing to keep a straight face. Twisted Licks was a great ice cream place but what she really wanted to lick had nothing to do with ice cream. Then Harry groaned before agreeing to go there. When he gave her such a wicked smirk, Hermione couldn't stop the blush this time. That smirk was nothing but pure sin.

Watching Harry's eyes dilate, Hermione was curios of what was going through his mind. Was it as naughty and dirty as her thoughts? She also couldn't help but wonder how much torture he would put her through. She hadn't really thought of that, just how much fun she would have tempting him. Oh dear, had she bitten off more than she could chew? Well, she would soon find out. At that thought, Hermione ducked her head down to try to hide her reaction.

After they had started walking to the ice cream parlor, Hermione felt Harry slide his hand into her back pocket and give a gentle squeeze making Hermione miss a step and fumble. Harry's quick reflexes had caught her and pulled her into his chest. Hermione couldn't help the smile that bloomed at his actions. She loved feeling his hard chest with his arms wrapped securely around her. Then Harry asked if she was alright. Hermione let out a small chuckle before looking in his eyes and answered quietly, "I am now."

As Hermione stared into Harry's beautiful emerald eyes, she forgot how to breathe. She briefly thought about going to her tiptoes to close the distance and snog him but knew if she did that then they would probably cause a scene. The last thing she wanted was her first kiss to Harry to be a public spectacle, so she resisted the urge. Noticing him swallowing, Hermione was pleased that he was having an equally difficult time with control.

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.

When Hermione made the mistake of looking at Harry just as his tongue swiped at his creamy dessert, from cone to tip; she was able to control herself until Harry caught her watching and made a show of repeating it several times, never losing eye contact. Hermione rubbed her thighs together several times and found it difficult to breathe while watching the show he was giving her. Snapping out of her lust induced trance, she decided turnabout was fair play. She let her tongue lazily circle around the "base" of the ice cream, near the cone and then opened her mouth wide to rake her lips over the top of her treat. She couldn't hold the smirk back if her life had depended on it when she watched Harry's pupils dilate to where no color was shown.