Author's Notes: Everything else from before still applies. I know this is
a straight rip-off and everyone will recognize it - but I thought it was
funny! Beats writer's block.
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Hermione awoke with a start but it took a few groggy moments before she realized what had awakened her. There was a soft but very insistent rapping on the front door.
"Ron, I was trying to sleep," she whimpered in the direction of the door. Hermione stumbled around in the dark for her dressing gown as she made her way.
"I told you I was fine, Ronald Weasley," she moaned as she opened the door.
"I'll be sure to tell him that when I see him," Harry answered softly.
"What happened to your head?" Hermione asked neutrally as she noted the fading marks from Elaine's attack.
"Elaine beat me with a tea towel for running off."
"Good." Hermione answered flatly. Then she pulled her arm back and slapped him hard across the face. "You can leave now."
"No," Harry grabbed her shoulders as she turned to leave and held her firmly in front of him. "I was stupid and I got scared and ran like a first year." He drew a shaky breath before continuing on, "Please don't tell me that I have ruined everything."
"Why did you leave like that?" Hermione whispered.
"I have waited most of my life for that moment, then when it got there it scared the hell out of me. Please don't hate me 'Mione," he pleaded.
"I don't hate you, Harry," she smiled.
"Does that mean I am forgiven?' Harry asked hopefully.
There was a pause. "Just don't ever do it again"
"I promise," Harry assured her, looking directly in her eyes. "But, what if I can't make you happy?" he questioned.
"Love isn't a guarantee of happiness," Hermione whispered into Harry's chest. Meeting his eyes again, she continued, "But I know I don't have a hope for happiness if you aren't there."
Harry's response was wordless. In an instant she was very grateful to be pressed between the wall and Harry - it was to only way she was staying upright. Harry's hands were roaming all over her back, grabbing at the fabric of her dressing gown, pulling it down enough to start tracing his lips from her mouth to her throat. His hands slipped down even further, across her bottom - then she started giggling.
"Umm.what is so funny?" Harry asked, pulling back slightly.
"Sorry. I just couldn't help thinking 'Harry's hands are on my butt!'" she laughed.
Harry flushed a bright shade of red as he backed away from her. "Sorry."
"No, no. just me being silly."
As he began to move toward her again - she burst out with a loud cackle. "'Mione! I didn't do anything that time!" Harry roared indignantly.
"Sorry - I was just remembering from before," Hermione gasped between chuckles and wiping the tears from her eyes.
Harry's face now resembled something close to a radish.
"Oh, Harry - I'll be serious. Put your hands back."
"No."
"Then just hold them out and I will back into them," she said turning her back to him.
"No."
"Please? Just one cheek?' she asked coyly as she turned back around.
"'Mione!" Harry grumbled.
"Squeeze it?" she questioned with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"You are enjoying this too much," muttered Harry while blushing madly.
"Come on, Potter! Will you just grab my ass?" Hermione ordered sharply.
"Are you drunk, Granger?" laughed Harry.
Dissolving into giggles yet again, Hermione responded, "I think sleep deprivation has caught up with me."
"Come on. Into bed, young lady."
Hermione arched an eyebrow. "Why, Mr. Potter! I am scandalized!" she quipped, mimicking Elaine perfectly.
"Come on now! Enough nonsense," scolded Harry as he directed her to the bed.
"But Harry.." Hermione began seriously.
"'Mione, I promise. I'll be here when you wake up," finished Harry as he kissed her good night.
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Hermione awoke with a start but it took a few groggy moments before she realized what had awakened her. There was a soft but very insistent rapping on the front door.
"Ron, I was trying to sleep," she whimpered in the direction of the door. Hermione stumbled around in the dark for her dressing gown as she made her way.
"I told you I was fine, Ronald Weasley," she moaned as she opened the door.
"I'll be sure to tell him that when I see him," Harry answered softly.
"What happened to your head?" Hermione asked neutrally as she noted the fading marks from Elaine's attack.
"Elaine beat me with a tea towel for running off."
"Good." Hermione answered flatly. Then she pulled her arm back and slapped him hard across the face. "You can leave now."
"No," Harry grabbed her shoulders as she turned to leave and held her firmly in front of him. "I was stupid and I got scared and ran like a first year." He drew a shaky breath before continuing on, "Please don't tell me that I have ruined everything."
"Why did you leave like that?" Hermione whispered.
"I have waited most of my life for that moment, then when it got there it scared the hell out of me. Please don't hate me 'Mione," he pleaded.
"I don't hate you, Harry," she smiled.
"Does that mean I am forgiven?' Harry asked hopefully.
There was a pause. "Just don't ever do it again"
"I promise," Harry assured her, looking directly in her eyes. "But, what if I can't make you happy?" he questioned.
"Love isn't a guarantee of happiness," Hermione whispered into Harry's chest. Meeting his eyes again, she continued, "But I know I don't have a hope for happiness if you aren't there."
Harry's response was wordless. In an instant she was very grateful to be pressed between the wall and Harry - it was to only way she was staying upright. Harry's hands were roaming all over her back, grabbing at the fabric of her dressing gown, pulling it down enough to start tracing his lips from her mouth to her throat. His hands slipped down even further, across her bottom - then she started giggling.
"Umm.what is so funny?" Harry asked, pulling back slightly.
"Sorry. I just couldn't help thinking 'Harry's hands are on my butt!'" she laughed.
Harry flushed a bright shade of red as he backed away from her. "Sorry."
"No, no. just me being silly."
As he began to move toward her again - she burst out with a loud cackle. "'Mione! I didn't do anything that time!" Harry roared indignantly.
"Sorry - I was just remembering from before," Hermione gasped between chuckles and wiping the tears from her eyes.
Harry's face now resembled something close to a radish.
"Oh, Harry - I'll be serious. Put your hands back."
"No."
"Then just hold them out and I will back into them," she said turning her back to him.
"No."
"Please? Just one cheek?' she asked coyly as she turned back around.
"'Mione!" Harry grumbled.
"Squeeze it?" she questioned with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"You are enjoying this too much," muttered Harry while blushing madly.
"Come on, Potter! Will you just grab my ass?" Hermione ordered sharply.
"Are you drunk, Granger?" laughed Harry.
Dissolving into giggles yet again, Hermione responded, "I think sleep deprivation has caught up with me."
"Come on. Into bed, young lady."
Hermione arched an eyebrow. "Why, Mr. Potter! I am scandalized!" she quipped, mimicking Elaine perfectly.
"Come on now! Enough nonsense," scolded Harry as he directed her to the bed.
"But Harry.." Hermione began seriously.
"'Mione, I promise. I'll be here when you wake up," finished Harry as he kissed her good night.
~*~