Well, well, I'm back at it again. Scary, I know. Forgive me for the usage of locations in England, Scotland Yard, and British slang, all that I know I pick up from TV and movies, and I got locations from the Harry Potter Lexicon (http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/index.html) for what that's worth. Once again, no moose have been harmed, and as my friend Will pointed out, neither were any other small woodland creatures. Please be sure to leave any suggestions for the furthering of the story in reviews.
As to why I have Harry call hermione 'Mione' is for this reason: Hermione is a relatively long name to have to pronounce and spell everytime you want to refer to her character without having to continually use 'she' or 'her'. Therefore, I looked for different nicknames for her, and the two most prominent ones I found were Herm and 'Mione. And I just can not stand Herm, it just sounds weird to me.
For this story, Harry and Hermione have no previous romantic feelings for each other before the car incident, the mentions of Harry noticing small female details about Hermione are strictly hormonal. After consulting my friend Will about this, he informed me that men, whether they have romantic feelings for a woman or not, will notice things like hips shaking during a walk, or nipples protruding if they should, but that it has nothing to do with lust after the person, it's just a guy thing.
No sex in this chapter, or chapter three more than likely, but there are some brief flashbacks, a few dreams, and some erotic dressing. Not to be confused with salad dressing, but anyways. Moving on. Sorry this one is so short, but again, it's late, and I'm packing to move back into my dorm. A longer chapter later, I hope.
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Survival: Chapter 2
Harry felt himself being jarred away as a car's tired bumped over the end of Hermione's driveway. After it stopped, he thanked the Scotland Yard officer, Officer Chaffin according to his uniform, and unlocked the front door. He went back to the car and pick up Hermione and closed the door with his hip. The car backed slowly out onto the snowy white road, and drove away. Harry boosted Hermione up with his knee to keep her from slipping. She let out a small sigh in her sleep, then snuggled to his chest and wrapped her arms around her neck. Harry could feel himself blushing slightly as she did this, but carried her towards the house, his footsteps crunching on the frozen grass. He wiped his snowy shoes on the welcome mat in front of the door, then stepped in to the house.
"Oh, blessed heat," he sighed, feeling the comfortable 73 degree climate of the Granger house envelope his body. He managed to kick off his tennis shoes inside the door, then he padded across the carpet towards the stairs.
Hermione's cheek flushed from the cold, a rosy pink color accenting her features. Harry smiled down at her as a small smirk played on her lips. He briefly wondered what she was dreaming about. As he topped the stairs, he turned to the left and went into the dark of Hermione's room. Crookshanks, who was curled up on a bean bag in the corner near Hermione's TV, meowed offensively as Harry snapped on the blindingly white light, then stretched and yawned, and jumped off his bed and stalked out of the room. He set Hermione gently on the bed, took off her coat and her shoes, and put them in the closet. He contemplated if he should put on her pajamas or not. 'Might as well, it could help her sleep better,' he finally decided.
Pulling open the top drawer other bureau, he found it divided in three sections. The first held her socks, the middle held her panties, and the final containing her bras. Harry's face flush a flaming red as he grabbed a pair of the least provocative underpants he saw, then closed the drawer quickly with a small slam. He placed his hands on the second drawer and squinted his eyes shut. He slid the drawer open a few inches, then peeked one eye open to see its contents. He sighed with relief and opened his eyes as he found the drawer to hold Hermione's pajamas. He noticed some frilly, lacy nighties, but he grabbed a flannel nightshirt with bears drinking coffee on the print.
Walking back over to the bed, he eased Hermione's sweater over her head, and slid her jeans off her legs. He gazed at her naked form for a moment, his eyes worshiping the sight before him. He closed his eyes and could picture the scene they had created just a few hours before. The look of determination in her eyes as she unbuttoned his coat; the shy look she had as he hovered over her; the way she had called his name out in the freezing darkness as he pushed closer and closer to the edge; the way her hands grabbed him, running through his hair, holding the back of his neck, cupping his bottom in her hands, pulling him closer; the way her short fingernails had scratched into the tender skin of his the back of his ribs as her legs wrapped around his waist and she arched her body upwards towards him. Harry felt himself begin to grow warm, and snapped quickly out of his state of reverie.
He sat beside her on the bed, and pulled her to sit up. Her exhausted body slumped against him uncooperatively. He slid first one arm, then the other into the flannel nightshirt, then eased her body back to lay her down. Starting at the hem, he buttoned each button slowly, taking in every inch of her exposed skin before he covered it. He noted the soft curve of her stomach as it flowed downwards into her hips. He smiled at her belly button, and found himself lost in the creamy length of skin that turned into the valley between her breasts. Harry felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked longingly at the two orbs, moving up and down slowly with the steady breath of slumber. Her pink nipples stood erect in the cold night air, and Harry closed his eyes, remembering the soft feeling of them underneath his fingers. He forced his fingers to slide the button into the hole, covering her chest. He looked at her collarbone, and the smooth column of her neck, and remembered the way he could see her breathing in sharply by the way her skin stretched over he collarbone. He had longed to give into the urge of kissing her neck, because it only felt natural with their actions, but held back at Hermione's request.
After sliding the final button into place, her grabbed the light yellow pair of panties and held them in his hand. He picked up her left foot, and placed it in the proper leg hole. Setting the left foot down, her pick up the right. He looked at her tiny foot for a moment, grinning slightly at the sparkled pink polish on the toes, He could remember the feeling of her heels as they clung to his lower back, trying to draw him closer. He slid in the right foot, then worked her panties up over her ankles, recalling the feeling of those ankles locked together behind his back. The yellow scrap of fabric slid up over her calves, and Harry was amazed at how much strength was contained in them. He helped her panties slid over her knees, remembering the way she had pulled them up towards her chest to allow him better access, then the way the back of her knees had molded to fit the curve of his side. Still upward his gazed travel, over what seemed like miles of leg, covering each inch after her had memorized it. He worked the garment up her smooth thighs, and he couldn't help remembering the way he fit so perfectly between them. Finally he reached the point where her legs connected to her torso. The soft curls that shielded her center from view were gently covered by the yellow fabric of her panties. Harry lifted her hips up with one hand and slid the panties up to cover her bottom.
After completing the feat of dressing Hermione, Harry pulled her covers up over her body and placed her worn teddy bear, Andy, in the crook of her arm. He gently lifted her head to rest on the pillow, then walked towards the door. He turned at the doorframe, and watched her sleeping. The small smile was still on her lips, and she moved to clutch her teddy bear tightly, and rolled over onto her side, facing Harry. He smiled lovingly at his best friend, his eyes filled with a gentle mixture of sleepy happiness. His hand poised over the light switch as he softly whispered, "Goodnight, Hermione," and snapped off the light, closing the door.
As to why I have Harry call hermione 'Mione' is for this reason: Hermione is a relatively long name to have to pronounce and spell everytime you want to refer to her character without having to continually use 'she' or 'her'. Therefore, I looked for different nicknames for her, and the two most prominent ones I found were Herm and 'Mione. And I just can not stand Herm, it just sounds weird to me.
For this story, Harry and Hermione have no previous romantic feelings for each other before the car incident, the mentions of Harry noticing small female details about Hermione are strictly hormonal. After consulting my friend Will about this, he informed me that men, whether they have romantic feelings for a woman or not, will notice things like hips shaking during a walk, or nipples protruding if they should, but that it has nothing to do with lust after the person, it's just a guy thing.
No sex in this chapter, or chapter three more than likely, but there are some brief flashbacks, a few dreams, and some erotic dressing. Not to be confused with salad dressing, but anyways. Moving on. Sorry this one is so short, but again, it's late, and I'm packing to move back into my dorm. A longer chapter later, I hope.
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Survival: Chapter 2
Harry felt himself being jarred away as a car's tired bumped over the end of Hermione's driveway. After it stopped, he thanked the Scotland Yard officer, Officer Chaffin according to his uniform, and unlocked the front door. He went back to the car and pick up Hermione and closed the door with his hip. The car backed slowly out onto the snowy white road, and drove away. Harry boosted Hermione up with his knee to keep her from slipping. She let out a small sigh in her sleep, then snuggled to his chest and wrapped her arms around her neck. Harry could feel himself blushing slightly as she did this, but carried her towards the house, his footsteps crunching on the frozen grass. He wiped his snowy shoes on the welcome mat in front of the door, then stepped in to the house.
"Oh, blessed heat," he sighed, feeling the comfortable 73 degree climate of the Granger house envelope his body. He managed to kick off his tennis shoes inside the door, then he padded across the carpet towards the stairs.
Hermione's cheek flushed from the cold, a rosy pink color accenting her features. Harry smiled down at her as a small smirk played on her lips. He briefly wondered what she was dreaming about. As he topped the stairs, he turned to the left and went into the dark of Hermione's room. Crookshanks, who was curled up on a bean bag in the corner near Hermione's TV, meowed offensively as Harry snapped on the blindingly white light, then stretched and yawned, and jumped off his bed and stalked out of the room. He set Hermione gently on the bed, took off her coat and her shoes, and put them in the closet. He contemplated if he should put on her pajamas or not. 'Might as well, it could help her sleep better,' he finally decided.
Pulling open the top drawer other bureau, he found it divided in three sections. The first held her socks, the middle held her panties, and the final containing her bras. Harry's face flush a flaming red as he grabbed a pair of the least provocative underpants he saw, then closed the drawer quickly with a small slam. He placed his hands on the second drawer and squinted his eyes shut. He slid the drawer open a few inches, then peeked one eye open to see its contents. He sighed with relief and opened his eyes as he found the drawer to hold Hermione's pajamas. He noticed some frilly, lacy nighties, but he grabbed a flannel nightshirt with bears drinking coffee on the print.
Walking back over to the bed, he eased Hermione's sweater over her head, and slid her jeans off her legs. He gazed at her naked form for a moment, his eyes worshiping the sight before him. He closed his eyes and could picture the scene they had created just a few hours before. The look of determination in her eyes as she unbuttoned his coat; the shy look she had as he hovered over her; the way she had called his name out in the freezing darkness as he pushed closer and closer to the edge; the way her hands grabbed him, running through his hair, holding the back of his neck, cupping his bottom in her hands, pulling him closer; the way her short fingernails had scratched into the tender skin of his the back of his ribs as her legs wrapped around his waist and she arched her body upwards towards him. Harry felt himself begin to grow warm, and snapped quickly out of his state of reverie.
He sat beside her on the bed, and pulled her to sit up. Her exhausted body slumped against him uncooperatively. He slid first one arm, then the other into the flannel nightshirt, then eased her body back to lay her down. Starting at the hem, he buttoned each button slowly, taking in every inch of her exposed skin before he covered it. He noted the soft curve of her stomach as it flowed downwards into her hips. He smiled at her belly button, and found himself lost in the creamy length of skin that turned into the valley between her breasts. Harry felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked longingly at the two orbs, moving up and down slowly with the steady breath of slumber. Her pink nipples stood erect in the cold night air, and Harry closed his eyes, remembering the soft feeling of them underneath his fingers. He forced his fingers to slide the button into the hole, covering her chest. He looked at her collarbone, and the smooth column of her neck, and remembered the way he could see her breathing in sharply by the way her skin stretched over he collarbone. He had longed to give into the urge of kissing her neck, because it only felt natural with their actions, but held back at Hermione's request.
After sliding the final button into place, her grabbed the light yellow pair of panties and held them in his hand. He picked up her left foot, and placed it in the proper leg hole. Setting the left foot down, her pick up the right. He looked at her tiny foot for a moment, grinning slightly at the sparkled pink polish on the toes, He could remember the feeling of her heels as they clung to his lower back, trying to draw him closer. He slid in the right foot, then worked her panties up over her ankles, recalling the feeling of those ankles locked together behind his back. The yellow scrap of fabric slid up over her calves, and Harry was amazed at how much strength was contained in them. He helped her panties slid over her knees, remembering the way she had pulled them up towards her chest to allow him better access, then the way the back of her knees had molded to fit the curve of his side. Still upward his gazed travel, over what seemed like miles of leg, covering each inch after her had memorized it. He worked the garment up her smooth thighs, and he couldn't help remembering the way he fit so perfectly between them. Finally he reached the point where her legs connected to her torso. The soft curls that shielded her center from view were gently covered by the yellow fabric of her panties. Harry lifted her hips up with one hand and slid the panties up to cover her bottom.
After completing the feat of dressing Hermione, Harry pulled her covers up over her body and placed her worn teddy bear, Andy, in the crook of her arm. He gently lifted her head to rest on the pillow, then walked towards the door. He turned at the doorframe, and watched her sleeping. The small smile was still on her lips, and she moved to clutch her teddy bear tightly, and rolled over onto her side, facing Harry. He smiled lovingly at his best friend, his eyes filled with a gentle mixture of sleepy happiness. His hand poised over the light switch as he softly whispered, "Goodnight, Hermione," and snapped off the light, closing the door.