More than just friends?
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Authors Note: Thanks for all the reviews I had for the last chapter and as requested I've continued. Sorry for the delay but I've been busy ;). I just hope you enjoy it as much as the first.
Chapter 2- The First DayNext mourning Harry was awoken by a loud knocking on his bedroom door. He vaguely remembered last night, he'd arrived at the Granger household and had been directed upstairs to the guestroom where he'd taken his shirt and trousers of and had just flopped on the bed. The knocking came again.
"Alright, I'll be there now," Harry said as he hauled himself out of bed. He opened the door.
"Hi Harry sorry to disturb you but-" Hermione stopped mid-sentence as she gazed at Harry's muscular physique, she remember when she had first found herself attracted to him, it had been just after Christmas while the weather was still bitter cold and snow was still falling, she'd broken up with Krum and was crying down by the lake and only Harry had come out to comfort her, she'd turned round and met his eyes, his deep green eyes full of concern and from then on she'd known how she'd felt although she hadn't let it interfere with their relationship as friends. She thought he'd never feel more of her than a friend and so had buried her feelings about him until now. She hastily put those thoughts to the back of her mind as she realised he was staring at her, wondering why she'd stopped she assumed. She quickly continued before awkward questions would be raised.
"But breakfast is almost ready and I thought you'd like some before it went cold. My parents have already left for work, they said to make yourself at home," she muttered as she felt herself blushing, hoping he hadn't seen her eyes wander over his body. She thought to herself when he'd changed…when he'd changed from the underfed boy of skin and bones to a young man, tall and strong.
"Yeah thanks," said a smiling Harry. As Harry padded down the stairs behind Hermione's slim form he suddenly remembered his thoughts of the previous night, still disbelieving he thought that about his dear friend Hermione. He stared at her again now as she gracefully glided down the stairs in her silk nightdress draping over her bare shoulders. He felt like leaning forward to pull her around his waist, as he would kiss the nape of her neck again and again as he moved down her back, but he resisted, he was not willing to jeopardize his friendship for that. Did he really feel like that about her? Was he just physically attracted to her or was it more than that? It was hard to think straight when his newfound feelings for Hermione were buzzing around his head.
When he sat down at the kitchen table to admired the Grangers house, something he couldn't of done yesterday, being too tired and it being so dark. It was a nice place, very warm and friendly, slightly smaller than Privet Drive but its size didn't make it any less of a house. It was decorated wonderfully, with nice ornaments on selfs and a large bookcase in the corner stacked with dusty books, typical Grangers he thought as he grinned to himself.
He tucked into an incredible cooked brekfast, something he hadn't eaten since, oh, it must have been at Hogwarts last term. It looked so delicious especially since he was on Dudleys Diet back at Privet Drive but yet he didn't notice the taste, it could've been a piece of grapefruit and he wouldn't of noticed, he was too busy taking quick glances across the table at Hermione as she ate her food, pieces of food sliding through her full, red lips.
"So um… I was thinking do you want to go to the cinema today? Just I know you've never really been before because of them. That is if you want to," Hermione mumbled.
"Yeah ok," said Harry still unsure how to take Hermione's question.
They both quickly got showered and dressed before starting to walk together to the cinema.
At the beginning of the journey they were both quite awkward towards each other, not sure how close together they should be for "just friends" but gradually they grew closer together and in the end they were walking arm in arm.
The cinema came into view as they rounded the corner much to Harry's disappointment; he'd quite enjoyed their walk, feeling the warm heat of Hermione's body was quite comfortable.
They paid and went in, he enjoyed the film although afterwards he struggled to remember what is was about, he was more preoccupied with Hermione with his arm around her as they enjoyed each others company. Over the morning he realised they had gotten a lot closer together. May she did have feelings for him after all?
After that they spilt up for a while when Hermione went to some clothes shops, returning later with her arms laden with bags. Then they walked back.
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The clock ticked by for the rest of the day as they enjoyed each other's company and just talked. Talked about Hogwarts, about Ron, about anything and everything really.
"Hey, I'm just going up to change alright Harry?" said Hermione as she made her way out of the room.
"Yeah," replied Harry she'd gone to try on her new clothes he expected.
He heard the sound of the shower being turned on, wishing he could be there with her.
About ten minutes later she called down for Harry to come up.
"What do you think of this Harry?" asked Hermione as Harry walked towards he bedroom.
Hermione was in a black dress, very unusual for her. It was fairly low cut and showed off the curves of her beautiful breasts without being too revealing. It left the upper part of herself bare, only starting a couple of inches down from her shoulders. The dress itself was a perfect fit and clung to her like a second skin.
Harry realised he'd be staring with his mouth wide open when Hermione said "Well?" with a note of amusement in her voice.
"You look stunning Herm," Harry said as he lifted his head up to gaze into her eyes. Harry walked forwards and put his hands around her waist causing a slight gasp. Hermione moved her hands up to the top of his back. They stared into each others eyes as the gap between them crept closer, their lips were almost touching, just a hairs breadth apart when suddenly they heard the front door open, her parents were back.
Harry coughing awkwardly moved back and walked down the stairs to greet her parents as Hermione cursed softly under her breath, why did her parents have to come back then? She'd almost had him! She walked down behind Harry.
"Oh hello dear nice dress," Mrs. Granger said. "And you must be Harry, nice to meat you. I'm Helen by the way."
"Hello, and thanks a lot for letting me stay over the same, it means a lot to me," said Harry.
"Oh it's ok, we don't mind and we have the guest bedroom after all. Just don't do anything we wouldn't approve of ok?" said Helen, at which when Harry realised what she meant he blushed a deep red. "Anyway I'll put some food on now."
Hermione's parents walked into the kitchen.
"Um.. Hermione sorry about what happened just then," Harry mumbled.
He was sorry? It'd been her who started it, nevertheless she replied "Don't worry about it Harry, just a shame our parents interrupted us." There was a cheeky grin on her face, "Maybe we can finish what we started later on?"
Unfortunately Hermione's suggestion never happened, her parents stayed awake too late making it impossible for them to do anything without being seen.
And so the first day at the grangers had gone by with some eventful discoveries. He just hoped Hermione and him would get a time alone. He was in luck, for unknown to him tomorrow things were going to be different.
Authors Note: H'mm not as good as the last one was it? Please review though. I wanted to do more with that cinema scene but oh well.