Chapter 2- a little complicated
Hermione sauntered down the stairs to the great hall, already 15 minutes late for her herbology class with the Slytherins, and oddly enough, she didn't care. Just then she heard a bang and two wands came flying towards her as a red haired and black haired boy came stumbling onto the ground in front of her.
"Take it back you fucking cock sucker!" yelled a furious Ron, whose face was now a deeper shade than his hair. Ron, once a lanky, shy boy, with a high pitched voice and pale skin, had transformed over the summer into a 6'4", sun tanned, 16 year old. His wife-beater tank top, visible due to his now torn robes, showed his nicely filled out six pack, and his muscular arms beating into Harry's already bloody face.
"Stop it!" Hermione screamed, running down the last few steps of the stair case. "Ron stop it!" Finally reaching them, Hermione grabbed Ron's robes and pulled him off of Harry as fast as she could. "What are you doing!? What is this all about?"
"This cocky bastard thinks he can get in you pants," Ron replied, still staring at Harry menacingly. In the mean time Harry had stood up and wiped the blood off of his face.
"I still don't think you should've fought him," Hermione said softly.
"Are you defending him!" a confused Ron now staring at Hermione.
Hermione, speaking slightly louder now, responded defensively "No! I just don't think you should've jeopardized your place at Hogwarts for this stupid prat. You could've been suspended or even worse, expelled. I just think that it was a little immature on your part."
"Defend him if you want Hermione. I would've never guessed that you would choose him over me!"
"Just go to class Ron," an exasperated Hermione faintly sighed. Ron, looking angrier than Hermione had ever seen him, stomped down the corridor and headed towards Professor Sprouts Herbology class; his loud footsteps echoing through out the hall.
"Going soft for me?" asked a drawling voice from her left hand side. She quickly whipped around to face him.
"I'm tired of you treating everyone like shit Potter! But trust me, I'm not like them, so now matter what you think, you could never get in my pants." Hermione stated simply as she took an intimidation step towards Harry.
"You better take a step back Granger, aggressive girls turn me on," he whispered, leaning his face down close to hers, his voice becoming husky.
Hermione sighed. "Knock it off Potter, your barbs are getting old," Hermione whipped around, her hair whisping past his face. Just as she was about to take her first step away from Harry, her hand was grabbed, tugging her around right into Harry's hard abs as he flipped around and shoved her roughly against the solid wall; pushing his toned chest against her perfect breasts. Surprised, Hermione tried to struggle against him, which only caused him to grip her upper thigh harder as he kept her pushed against the wall. Suddenly, without warning, Harry crushed his mouth against Hermione's lips. After a moment of surprise, Hermione found her body unconsciously relaxing into his embrace, a low moan escaping from her throat.
'Did that just come out of my mouth?' Hermione wondered silently to herself. She felt him grin against her mouth, slowly sliding his tongue against her lower lip, begging her to allow him entrance. Surprising herself, she willingly complied. His tongue softly exploring her mouth, both tongues found themselves in a heated duel for dominance.
'God she tastes good, where did she learn to kiss like this?' Harry thought to himself, as he sighed, letting her tongue roam playfully into his mouth, the kiss becoming less heated and more teasing. Harry began nibbling and tugging on her lower, swollen lip, bringing it between his lips and sucking gently.
"Harry. stop." a timid Hermione said, her voice barely above a whisper as she gasped for breath between words.
"I don't want to," Harry replied, his voice soft and sounding like a little boy who was getting his dessert taken away. His mouth, leaving hers, tickled her jaw line as he lightly kissed a trail to her ear, nipping her earlobe and drawing it into his mouth.
Hermione, reminding herself that they had to stop before it went any further, pushed back a reluctant Harry, causing him to groan in frustration, not wanting to stop. A door banging open caused Hermione to quickly draw away when his tight grip had relaxed slightly due to the interruption.
Professor McGonagall walked out of the classroom, immediately focusing her infamous glare upon the two. "Potter! Granger! What are you doing out here?"
"Uh. nothing professor," said Hermione, looking guilty and sounding unconvincing. Harry, looking smug stood behind her, his hair slightly tousled and his shirt disheveled.
"That's right, you two. You weren't doing anything because you weren't even in class! Detention tomorrow! Meet me at eight in my office to discuss your punish." A loud giggle interupted her as the closet door opposite them opened, and Dean and Seamus rolled onto the ground, looking just as guilty as Harry and Hermione.
"I've had enough!" bellowed McGonagall, looking rather perturbed. "Thompson! Finnegan! Detention with Snape tomorrow at eight also. I'll be informing him later. Now all four of you, get back to class!"
"So, what were you two doing?" smiled Dean and Seamus, looking like they knew exactly what they'd been up to.
"Nothing!" a flustered Hermione answered, giving a furtive glance towards Harry.
"It was hardly nothing Hermione" an evil smirk spreading across Harry's face.
"We need to get to class." Hermione glared as she quickly escaped the three amused faces looking expectantly at her.
"And what were you two doing?" Harry asked the two Gryffindor boys left in the hall. They turned to each other giggling. A repulsed Harry left quickly before any details were shared.
"And Finnegan, you might want to zip up your pants before going back to class!" Harry yelled as he slipped into another room.
Hermione sauntered down the stairs to the great hall, already 15 minutes late for her herbology class with the Slytherins, and oddly enough, she didn't care. Just then she heard a bang and two wands came flying towards her as a red haired and black haired boy came stumbling onto the ground in front of her.
"Take it back you fucking cock sucker!" yelled a furious Ron, whose face was now a deeper shade than his hair. Ron, once a lanky, shy boy, with a high pitched voice and pale skin, had transformed over the summer into a 6'4", sun tanned, 16 year old. His wife-beater tank top, visible due to his now torn robes, showed his nicely filled out six pack, and his muscular arms beating into Harry's already bloody face.
"Stop it!" Hermione screamed, running down the last few steps of the stair case. "Ron stop it!" Finally reaching them, Hermione grabbed Ron's robes and pulled him off of Harry as fast as she could. "What are you doing!? What is this all about?"
"This cocky bastard thinks he can get in you pants," Ron replied, still staring at Harry menacingly. In the mean time Harry had stood up and wiped the blood off of his face.
"I still don't think you should've fought him," Hermione said softly.
"Are you defending him!" a confused Ron now staring at Hermione.
Hermione, speaking slightly louder now, responded defensively "No! I just don't think you should've jeopardized your place at Hogwarts for this stupid prat. You could've been suspended or even worse, expelled. I just think that it was a little immature on your part."
"Defend him if you want Hermione. I would've never guessed that you would choose him over me!"
"Just go to class Ron," an exasperated Hermione faintly sighed. Ron, looking angrier than Hermione had ever seen him, stomped down the corridor and headed towards Professor Sprouts Herbology class; his loud footsteps echoing through out the hall.
"Going soft for me?" asked a drawling voice from her left hand side. She quickly whipped around to face him.
"I'm tired of you treating everyone like shit Potter! But trust me, I'm not like them, so now matter what you think, you could never get in my pants." Hermione stated simply as she took an intimidation step towards Harry.
"You better take a step back Granger, aggressive girls turn me on," he whispered, leaning his face down close to hers, his voice becoming husky.
Hermione sighed. "Knock it off Potter, your barbs are getting old," Hermione whipped around, her hair whisping past his face. Just as she was about to take her first step away from Harry, her hand was grabbed, tugging her around right into Harry's hard abs as he flipped around and shoved her roughly against the solid wall; pushing his toned chest against her perfect breasts. Surprised, Hermione tried to struggle against him, which only caused him to grip her upper thigh harder as he kept her pushed against the wall. Suddenly, without warning, Harry crushed his mouth against Hermione's lips. After a moment of surprise, Hermione found her body unconsciously relaxing into his embrace, a low moan escaping from her throat.
'Did that just come out of my mouth?' Hermione wondered silently to herself. She felt him grin against her mouth, slowly sliding his tongue against her lower lip, begging her to allow him entrance. Surprising herself, she willingly complied. His tongue softly exploring her mouth, both tongues found themselves in a heated duel for dominance.
'God she tastes good, where did she learn to kiss like this?' Harry thought to himself, as he sighed, letting her tongue roam playfully into his mouth, the kiss becoming less heated and more teasing. Harry began nibbling and tugging on her lower, swollen lip, bringing it between his lips and sucking gently.
"Harry. stop." a timid Hermione said, her voice barely above a whisper as she gasped for breath between words.
"I don't want to," Harry replied, his voice soft and sounding like a little boy who was getting his dessert taken away. His mouth, leaving hers, tickled her jaw line as he lightly kissed a trail to her ear, nipping her earlobe and drawing it into his mouth.
Hermione, reminding herself that they had to stop before it went any further, pushed back a reluctant Harry, causing him to groan in frustration, not wanting to stop. A door banging open caused Hermione to quickly draw away when his tight grip had relaxed slightly due to the interruption.
Professor McGonagall walked out of the classroom, immediately focusing her infamous glare upon the two. "Potter! Granger! What are you doing out here?"
"Uh. nothing professor," said Hermione, looking guilty and sounding unconvincing. Harry, looking smug stood behind her, his hair slightly tousled and his shirt disheveled.
"That's right, you two. You weren't doing anything because you weren't even in class! Detention tomorrow! Meet me at eight in my office to discuss your punish." A loud giggle interupted her as the closet door opposite them opened, and Dean and Seamus rolled onto the ground, looking just as guilty as Harry and Hermione.
"I've had enough!" bellowed McGonagall, looking rather perturbed. "Thompson! Finnegan! Detention with Snape tomorrow at eight also. I'll be informing him later. Now all four of you, get back to class!"
"So, what were you two doing?" smiled Dean and Seamus, looking like they knew exactly what they'd been up to.
"Nothing!" a flustered Hermione answered, giving a furtive glance towards Harry.
"It was hardly nothing Hermione" an evil smirk spreading across Harry's face.
"We need to get to class." Hermione glared as she quickly escaped the three amused faces looking expectantly at her.
"And what were you two doing?" Harry asked the two Gryffindor boys left in the hall. They turned to each other giggling. A repulsed Harry left quickly before any details were shared.
"And Finnegan, you might want to zip up your pants before going back to class!" Harry yelled as he slipped into another room.