Disclaimer- The credit for Harry Potter goes to JK Rowling, and the credit for 'Smooth' goes to Santana, Rob Thomas, Arista Records, and all of them people.
The Return of the Camping Trip
Chapter 3: Smooth
In the morning, Hermione smiled at the realization of the date. She and George had been dating for the best five years of her life. Hermione quickly turned over in George's arms, admiring his sleeping form. Through the years, had never tired of watching him sleep.
His crimson hair was quite tousled, sticking up in several places and giving him a childlike appearance. Whenever George had a good dream, he smiled slightly, as he was doing now. His red eyelashes kissed the tops of his cheeks lightly, and Hermione could feel his deep, even breathing.
She ran her hand gently through his hair, running her fingers along the curve of his ear. George moved a bit in his sleep, shifting closer to her. Hermione giggled softly at the unintentional tickling sensation his hand just created, moving her body closer to his, as well. She pressed her lips to his in their usual morning ritual.
Hermione could feel George kiss her back as he woke up, his strong arms wrapping around her waist tighter. When they broke apart, she slowly moved her lips down, kissing across his jaw and down his neck.
"Happy anniversary, love," George breathed, moaning and throwing his head back to grant her better access as she gently sucked on his adam's apple.
"Happy anniversary," Hermione said, smiling as she pressed her lips to his again. "Now come on, let's go get showered." She quickly grinned at him as she grabbed their backpacks, tossing George's to him.
After a few moments they clambered out of the tent, backpacks thrown over their shoulders. Hermione grabbed George's hand and pulled him along to the showers, an idea forming in her head. She tugged on his hand and led him to the women's showers, where he gave her a kiss.
"I'll see you in a few," he said, turning to go towards the men's showers.
"Where are you going?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. George looked at her curiously, not getting the idea. Hermione grabbed his collar and kissed him deeply, pulling him into the bathroom with her.
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After their bathroom excursion, George was completely awake and ready for the day. He and Hermione cooked a breakfast feast, opting to make the day as special as possible.
While they ate, George regaled Hermione with his expansive knowledge of dirty jokes and limericks, cracking her up mercilessly. "And so then the guy says, 'That's not my broomstick!'" George said, nearly making Hermione snort orange juice out of her nose. Hermione clutched her stomach, nearly rolling on the ground in laughter.
"Okay, come on, let's get this stuff cleaned up," she said when she caught her breath, standing up. She quickly pulled her wand out of her pocket, using a banishing spell to clear the food before using a cleansing spell to clean the dishware.
When everything was clean and tidy, they walked through the woods again, with no game of tag. They silently enjoyed being in each other's company, just slowly making their way through the woods.
They came upon a rather large and shady tree after a while, and they Transfigured a blanket from leaves to sit on. "So tell me," George said, "Are you having fun?"
"Plenty," Hermione said as she settled herself into his arms. George felt completely wonderful lying with Hermione in the peaceful forest. He slowly stroked his thumb against Hermione's tummy, completely lost in his thoughts.
When George came out of his reverie about a half an hour later, Hermione was asleep. He chuckled slightly, moving one hand to Hermione's face. "Mione, Love, wake up," he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
She began to stir, stretching her arms and legs. "S-s-sorry," she said, yawning. "Didn't mean to fall asleep."
"That's alright," George said, grinning at her.
"Do we need to get back to camp?" she asked, turning onto her side.
"Not really, no," he said, shrugging.
"Oh, okay, then," Hermione said, preparing to fall back asleep. "Nighty-night."
"Oh, no you don't!" George said, shifting slightly to force her to sit up. Hermione glared at him momentarily before rubbing her eyes.
"Just what do you plan to do to wake me up?" she asked as she lay down on the blanket, closing her eyes. George moved and lay down beside her on his stomach, teasingly trailing his fingers along her arm.
"I've got a few ideas," he said before he pressed his lips to hers, hard. They kissed energetically for a few moments before George pulled back.
"Well," Hermione said, "I think that might be working. Although you still need to work at it some more."
"That is the plan," George replied as he kissed her again.
As they carried out the passionate snog session, George and Hermione lost all track of time. They realized that they had been at it for an hour, much longer than either of them had intended to stay in the forest.
"Come on," Hermione said, quickly standing up and turning the blanket back to foliage. As they walked back to camp, George started softly singing a American Muggle song that popped into his head.
"Man it's a hot one; like seven inches from the midday sun; well I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone; but you stay so cool," George sang. Hermione looked at him momentarily, grinning. "My Muñequita; my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa; well you're my reason for reason; the step in my groove."
As George started into the next verse, Hermione joined in quietly. "And if you said; this life ain't good enough, I would give; my world, to lift you up, I could change; my life, to better suit your mood; 'cause your so smooth."
When they hit the chorus, both George and Hermione started belting out the lyrics loudly. "And its just like the ocean, under the moon; well it's the same as the emotion that I get from you; you got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth; give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it."
George and Hermione began to dance to the quick tempo of the Latin rock, hearing the music only in their heads as they sang the lyrics.
"Well I'll tell you one thing; if you would leave it'd be a crying shame; in ev'ry breath and ev'ry word; I hear you name, calling me out; out from the barrio; you hear my rhythm on your radio; you feel the turning of the world; so soft and slow; turning me round and round."
" And if you said; this life ain't good enough, I would give; my world, to lift you up, I could change; my life, to better suit your mood; 'cause your so smooth."
They broke into the second chorus loudly, still dancing around in their private world.
" And its just like the ocean, under the moon; well it's the same as the emotion that I get from you; you got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth; give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it."
Hermione giggled profusely as George dipped her at the end of the chorus, acting the part of a professional dancer. He was attempting, very badly, to look suave.
They sang a few, "Let's don't forget about it's" and the chorus one final time before hitting the final line. "Give me your heart, make it real; or else forget about it."
"Thank you, thank you!" George called to their invisible audience, blowing kisses towards the trees. Hermione was laughing her head off, scarcely able to get a breath. As they cleared the trees, they saw their tent.
"That was so much fun!" Hermione said as soon as her breathing evened out. George looked thoughtful.
"You know, I can think of something even more fun to do," he said, turning to her. All of a sudden, he lifted Hermione off of the ground, silencing her protests with a heated kiss as he carried her towards their tent.
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(A/N- And that's the end of that chapter! * swings scarf over shoulder * Anyone know where that 'end of that chapter' thing just now was from? Anyone at all? No? Bad readers, bad!
Ha ha ha! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Do you guys get what I meant about 'implied content' in the last A/N? This just came to me all of a sudden, and I figured I had better write it down before I forgot, so I'm sorry if it wasn't any good.
I love the song 'Smooth' by Santana with Rob Thomas doing the vocals (GO MATCHBOX TWENTY!). If you are wondering if I got the lyrics correct, I better have, or else my typing is off. I have the sheet music to the song, so I hope that they're right.
To the reviewers:
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Okay, I hopefully will get the next chapter out soon, but I'm not making any promises (sorry!). Love ya lots!