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The Cost of Passion
Chapter Three: Surprising News and Seduction
"Where am I?" Harry mumbled, reaching blindly for his glasses. He had a bad feeling that they wouldn't help him very much anyway. Without even putting them on, he knew right away that he had the worst headache, most likely from the worst hangover in the entire history of his life. After putting his glasses on, he blinked to try and adjust his eyes to the light, but it was no use. He felt dreadfully sick, he couldn't see straight or even adjust his vision to a half-way decent level, and he still had this awful headache. To make things worse, he had just remembered Easter dinner with the Weasleys.
"Oh shit," he mumbled, rubbing his forehead and trying to sit up in bed. He tried standing up, but he could hardly keep himself balanced. When he finally managed to stabilize himself, he staggered into the bathroom looking for some sort of medicinal relief, but he came to a bad realization. He didn't have any hangover potion or headache draught to his name.
"Well, I'm going to have to go and get this dinner over with eventually, might as well do it as soon as possible, and then I can come home and sleep," he said with a sigh.
He pulled a bottle of Muggle aspirin from the medicine cabinet and took a few of them. He hoped that this would offer him slight relief to where he would be able to apparate. He eventually returned to his bedroom and tried to dress as best he could. After doing all that he could to improve his appearance, he disapparated. When he finally reached Ottery St. Catchpole, he realized that he had not ended up at the Burrow. He must have been too fuzzyheaded to concentrate properly, and that honestly did not surprise him one bit. Having driven through this town from his way to the Burrow from the Dursleys' in the old turquoise Ford Anglia, he had a pretty good sense of where he was going, or at least he hoped. When he finally arrived at the Burrow, he knew that he was definitely late. He saw everyone else already inside, eating and having a good time.
Before he could knock on the door, he saw Ron gesturing everyone's attention to the window at which Harry was standing. Then, he saw him walking toward the door. When it swung open, and he saw Ron standing there, waiting to welcome him in.
"Finally you get here! We were starting to worry about you, mate," Ron said, ushering Harry inside. Harry then looked at his watch and realized that he was several hours late.
When he got inside, everyone was saying hello and greeting him, and all of the sound was positively ringing in his ears, making his head spin. Before he knew it, Ron was pulling him upstairs. He had a feeling that this was going to be a continuation of the conversation that Ron had tried to have with him yesterday, but that had been interrupted by celebration. When they got to Ron's room, he quickly and quietly shut the door behind them.
"Harry, can you do me a favor and keep this entire conversation a secret?" Ron quietly asked.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that I can," Harry replied.
Ron sat down at his desk and opened his desk drawer. Harry was becoming quite curious as to know what Ron was doing. Then, he saw him pull out a small jewelry box. Then, he handed it to Harry and gestured for him to open it. When he opened it, he saw a beautiful diamond set in a gold band.
"I just hope that she'll say yes," Ron quietly said. Harry then saw Ron looking at him. He knew that he would want a response.
Harry actually wasn't quite sure what to say. He was actually quite shocked. All of the thoughts of Hermione and his dream were flooding back into his mind. To be completely honest, this upset him quite a bit. He knew that Hermione was supposed to be his, and he felt that there was an attraction for her forming in his mind. Then, he completely crushed that thought and tossed it from his mind. He knew that he should be happy for Ron. He knew that his chance with Hermione had passed, and that he should just forget about it. Ron had gotten her, and Harry had never even shown any interest until now, and that shouldn't be a reason for Hermione to leave Ron. That dream that he had was just a stupid subconscious thought that had formed in his mind one night. It meant nothing to him, and it didn't mean anything for a relationship between he and Hermione. Harry then smiled to show Ron that he definitely approved.
"Great," Ron happily said, "I'm thinking of doing it over dinner, but I'm going to wait a few days. I don't think that I should drop that bomb on her in front of my family. Their shock might kill her."
"Yeah, it might," Harry said in a voice that sounded happy, but he couldn't quite put the emotion behind it. "That sounds like a great idea. I'm sure it will be great."
Ron smiled, and he then suggested that they go back downstairs before anyone gets suspicious of anything those two could scheme up. People probably thought they were becoming the next Fred and George. Then, they went back down to join the celebration going on. It was a really great party, and everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time eating and being merry, but after yesterday's affair, no one seemed to be drinking.
After everyone had celebrated for many hours, they all decided that it was about time for them to part ways and end the party. By this time, Harry was dead tired, and the lingering headache wasn't helping, it was only getting worse. By this time, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room trying to soothe his aching head when Hermione walked in.
"Hello Harry!" she said, sitting down next to him.
"Oh, Hello Hermione," he quietly and nervously replied.
She looked at him, and she could tell that something was troubling him. Hermione placed her hand on Harry's cheek. At this moment, Harry felt as though his stomach was going to explode and that he was going to throw up again, but in a good way this time. Hermione smiled at him, but Harry couldn't find any strength to even move. He was feeling quite odd at the moment, and he felt as though he wasn't going to be able to control himself for much longer. He quickly mustered all of his strength and resistance and stood up, leaving Hermione sitting on the sofa alone. He knew that this was wrong, and that someone could walk in and see them sitting together, and as close as they were, someone was bound to get the wrong idea.
"I'm, um, going to go home now. Goodbye Hermione," Harry nervously said. After speaking, he quickly disapparated.
When he reached his front door, he leaned against the frame and took a deep breath in effort to calm down. 'Easy Harry,' he thought, 'you almost lost it. Who knows what you could have said or done! Hermione is not yours, and you're going to have to accept that.' When he was finished thinking, he slowly unlocked the door to his apartment, desperate for sleep and escape from all of these thoughts of Hermione and Ron. Suddenly, he heard a small 'pop' from the outside hall. Not long after that, someone was knocking on his door.
"Harry? Are you in there? Please open up!" came Hermione's exasperated voice from the hall.
Harry, shocked by the sound of her voice, quickly opened the door. Then, Hermione quickly walked in, looking slightly angry.
"What's wrong with you Harry? Please," she said, trying to keep herself calm, "whatever it is, let me help you."
Harry sighed, "Honestly Hermione, I didn't mean to leave like that. It's just that I have a horrible headache; resulting from that bloody hangover I got from staying out too long last night. I just can't deal with much right now, and I really don't want to try."
"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed, walking toward the kitchen, "Is that all? Well, sit down and I'll have the perfect thing for you in a moment."
Reluctantly, Harry sat down in front of his fireplace on the sofa. He had to calm down, especially now that Hermione was in his apartment. He heard noise coming from the kitchen and wondered what Hermione could be concocting in there. A few minutes later, she emerged with a steaming mug in her hand and a smile on her face.
"Here you are," she soothingly said, handing him the mug and taking the seat next to him. "It's a simple headache draught with a bit of a mild calming potion added, just to make you feel less edgy and more able to handle things," she said, sounding just like his bossy-know-it-all best friend from school.
After only a few sips, he was already starting to feel a lot better. When he had finished the entire glass, he felt fresh and renewed. He was also starting to become more aware of the situation that he was currently in. This was definitely not something he ever expected to happen. As he sat the glass down, Hermione placed her head on his shoulder. Knowing this was no more than a friendly gesture, Harry tried to put all thoughts out of his mind. Unfortunately for him, after only a few minutes, he was starting to feel dreadfully uncomfortable in his pants. He looked down at Hermione to see what she was doing. She was simply gazing into the fire, her soft brown eyes catching the light. Her soft pink t-shirt and denim jeans fit her perfectly, and Harry could only admire the perfect curves of her body.
Then, she reached for the clip that was holding the mass of light brown and blonde curls from her shoulders. When Harry saw this, he said, "Oh, let me help you with that."
"Thanks," she quietly said, letting her curls fall down and tumble almost to her waist. Suddenly, it was as though Hermione was realizing the situation that was occurring between the two of them. She quickly stood up and shook her hair behind her shoulders.
"I had better go now," she said, walking toward the door. Harry sensed a nervous vibe in her voice. He really didn't want her to leave, but he knew that she must sense that this really wasn't right either. He quickly stood up and followed her. He still wanted to thank her and to say goodnight.
"Wait Hermione," he said, walking up behind her and placing his hand around her waist.
He suddenly heard her gasp, and she turned around to face him. He saw her eyes widen, and he could feel her tense up under his touch. He knew that he had to ease some of this tension between them. Then, he tilted his head down and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Thanks for helping me out, I feel a million times better now," he said, smiling.
Hermione laughed, and stood up on her tiptoes and playfully returned his kiss. "You're quite welcome, glad I could help. If you ever need it again, just let me know."
After speaking, she didn't move away from him. All that she did was brush a few curls from her face and gaze longingly into his eyes. Harry then knew that this was his moment to act. He bent down again and placed his arms around her. He slowly placed his lips against hers, placing a soft but seductive kiss on her lips. She quickly opened her mouth, pressing herself against him, hungrily searching his mouth, like she had never been kissed this way before. Surprised at her reaction to his, he kissed her even harder. He felt his boxers growing tighter and definitely more uncomfortable, but he didn't care. All he knew was that he wanted her more than anything else in the world. Before either of them knew it, he had picked her up and was carrying her into his bedroom, eager to continue. Little did Harry know, or care, at the moment, all of this should be quite familiar to him.
Author's Note: Hey! I hope that you liked that installment of my story. I want to thank all of those who reviewed my story as of 9:30 p.m. on Monday July 14th, 2003.
Ramy: Hey! Thanks so much for liking my story, and I really hope that you like this chapter!
I hope that everyone enjoyed this, and I'll try to be back with chapter four as soon as possible! Thanks for reading! ~harryschic
The Cost of Passion
Chapter Three: Surprising News and Seduction
"Where am I?" Harry mumbled, reaching blindly for his glasses. He had a bad feeling that they wouldn't help him very much anyway. Without even putting them on, he knew right away that he had the worst headache, most likely from the worst hangover in the entire history of his life. After putting his glasses on, he blinked to try and adjust his eyes to the light, but it was no use. He felt dreadfully sick, he couldn't see straight or even adjust his vision to a half-way decent level, and he still had this awful headache. To make things worse, he had just remembered Easter dinner with the Weasleys.
"Oh shit," he mumbled, rubbing his forehead and trying to sit up in bed. He tried standing up, but he could hardly keep himself balanced. When he finally managed to stabilize himself, he staggered into the bathroom looking for some sort of medicinal relief, but he came to a bad realization. He didn't have any hangover potion or headache draught to his name.
"Well, I'm going to have to go and get this dinner over with eventually, might as well do it as soon as possible, and then I can come home and sleep," he said with a sigh.
He pulled a bottle of Muggle aspirin from the medicine cabinet and took a few of them. He hoped that this would offer him slight relief to where he would be able to apparate. He eventually returned to his bedroom and tried to dress as best he could. After doing all that he could to improve his appearance, he disapparated. When he finally reached Ottery St. Catchpole, he realized that he had not ended up at the Burrow. He must have been too fuzzyheaded to concentrate properly, and that honestly did not surprise him one bit. Having driven through this town from his way to the Burrow from the Dursleys' in the old turquoise Ford Anglia, he had a pretty good sense of where he was going, or at least he hoped. When he finally arrived at the Burrow, he knew that he was definitely late. He saw everyone else already inside, eating and having a good time.
Before he could knock on the door, he saw Ron gesturing everyone's attention to the window at which Harry was standing. Then, he saw him walking toward the door. When it swung open, and he saw Ron standing there, waiting to welcome him in.
"Finally you get here! We were starting to worry about you, mate," Ron said, ushering Harry inside. Harry then looked at his watch and realized that he was several hours late.
When he got inside, everyone was saying hello and greeting him, and all of the sound was positively ringing in his ears, making his head spin. Before he knew it, Ron was pulling him upstairs. He had a feeling that this was going to be a continuation of the conversation that Ron had tried to have with him yesterday, but that had been interrupted by celebration. When they got to Ron's room, he quickly and quietly shut the door behind them.
"Harry, can you do me a favor and keep this entire conversation a secret?" Ron quietly asked.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that I can," Harry replied.
Ron sat down at his desk and opened his desk drawer. Harry was becoming quite curious as to know what Ron was doing. Then, he saw him pull out a small jewelry box. Then, he handed it to Harry and gestured for him to open it. When he opened it, he saw a beautiful diamond set in a gold band.
"I just hope that she'll say yes," Ron quietly said. Harry then saw Ron looking at him. He knew that he would want a response.
Harry actually wasn't quite sure what to say. He was actually quite shocked. All of the thoughts of Hermione and his dream were flooding back into his mind. To be completely honest, this upset him quite a bit. He knew that Hermione was supposed to be his, and he felt that there was an attraction for her forming in his mind. Then, he completely crushed that thought and tossed it from his mind. He knew that he should be happy for Ron. He knew that his chance with Hermione had passed, and that he should just forget about it. Ron had gotten her, and Harry had never even shown any interest until now, and that shouldn't be a reason for Hermione to leave Ron. That dream that he had was just a stupid subconscious thought that had formed in his mind one night. It meant nothing to him, and it didn't mean anything for a relationship between he and Hermione. Harry then smiled to show Ron that he definitely approved.
"Great," Ron happily said, "I'm thinking of doing it over dinner, but I'm going to wait a few days. I don't think that I should drop that bomb on her in front of my family. Their shock might kill her."
"Yeah, it might," Harry said in a voice that sounded happy, but he couldn't quite put the emotion behind it. "That sounds like a great idea. I'm sure it will be great."
Ron smiled, and he then suggested that they go back downstairs before anyone gets suspicious of anything those two could scheme up. People probably thought they were becoming the next Fred and George. Then, they went back down to join the celebration going on. It was a really great party, and everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time eating and being merry, but after yesterday's affair, no one seemed to be drinking.
After everyone had celebrated for many hours, they all decided that it was about time for them to part ways and end the party. By this time, Harry was dead tired, and the lingering headache wasn't helping, it was only getting worse. By this time, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room trying to soothe his aching head when Hermione walked in.
"Hello Harry!" she said, sitting down next to him.
"Oh, Hello Hermione," he quietly and nervously replied.
She looked at him, and she could tell that something was troubling him. Hermione placed her hand on Harry's cheek. At this moment, Harry felt as though his stomach was going to explode and that he was going to throw up again, but in a good way this time. Hermione smiled at him, but Harry couldn't find any strength to even move. He was feeling quite odd at the moment, and he felt as though he wasn't going to be able to control himself for much longer. He quickly mustered all of his strength and resistance and stood up, leaving Hermione sitting on the sofa alone. He knew that this was wrong, and that someone could walk in and see them sitting together, and as close as they were, someone was bound to get the wrong idea.
"I'm, um, going to go home now. Goodbye Hermione," Harry nervously said. After speaking, he quickly disapparated.
When he reached his front door, he leaned against the frame and took a deep breath in effort to calm down. 'Easy Harry,' he thought, 'you almost lost it. Who knows what you could have said or done! Hermione is not yours, and you're going to have to accept that.' When he was finished thinking, he slowly unlocked the door to his apartment, desperate for sleep and escape from all of these thoughts of Hermione and Ron. Suddenly, he heard a small 'pop' from the outside hall. Not long after that, someone was knocking on his door.
"Harry? Are you in there? Please open up!" came Hermione's exasperated voice from the hall.
Harry, shocked by the sound of her voice, quickly opened the door. Then, Hermione quickly walked in, looking slightly angry.
"What's wrong with you Harry? Please," she said, trying to keep herself calm, "whatever it is, let me help you."
Harry sighed, "Honestly Hermione, I didn't mean to leave like that. It's just that I have a horrible headache; resulting from that bloody hangover I got from staying out too long last night. I just can't deal with much right now, and I really don't want to try."
"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed, walking toward the kitchen, "Is that all? Well, sit down and I'll have the perfect thing for you in a moment."
Reluctantly, Harry sat down in front of his fireplace on the sofa. He had to calm down, especially now that Hermione was in his apartment. He heard noise coming from the kitchen and wondered what Hermione could be concocting in there. A few minutes later, she emerged with a steaming mug in her hand and a smile on her face.
"Here you are," she soothingly said, handing him the mug and taking the seat next to him. "It's a simple headache draught with a bit of a mild calming potion added, just to make you feel less edgy and more able to handle things," she said, sounding just like his bossy-know-it-all best friend from school.
After only a few sips, he was already starting to feel a lot better. When he had finished the entire glass, he felt fresh and renewed. He was also starting to become more aware of the situation that he was currently in. This was definitely not something he ever expected to happen. As he sat the glass down, Hermione placed her head on his shoulder. Knowing this was no more than a friendly gesture, Harry tried to put all thoughts out of his mind. Unfortunately for him, after only a few minutes, he was starting to feel dreadfully uncomfortable in his pants. He looked down at Hermione to see what she was doing. She was simply gazing into the fire, her soft brown eyes catching the light. Her soft pink t-shirt and denim jeans fit her perfectly, and Harry could only admire the perfect curves of her body.
Then, she reached for the clip that was holding the mass of light brown and blonde curls from her shoulders. When Harry saw this, he said, "Oh, let me help you with that."
"Thanks," she quietly said, letting her curls fall down and tumble almost to her waist. Suddenly, it was as though Hermione was realizing the situation that was occurring between the two of them. She quickly stood up and shook her hair behind her shoulders.
"I had better go now," she said, walking toward the door. Harry sensed a nervous vibe in her voice. He really didn't want her to leave, but he knew that she must sense that this really wasn't right either. He quickly stood up and followed her. He still wanted to thank her and to say goodnight.
"Wait Hermione," he said, walking up behind her and placing his hand around her waist.
He suddenly heard her gasp, and she turned around to face him. He saw her eyes widen, and he could feel her tense up under his touch. He knew that he had to ease some of this tension between them. Then, he tilted his head down and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Thanks for helping me out, I feel a million times better now," he said, smiling.
Hermione laughed, and stood up on her tiptoes and playfully returned his kiss. "You're quite welcome, glad I could help. If you ever need it again, just let me know."
After speaking, she didn't move away from him. All that she did was brush a few curls from her face and gaze longingly into his eyes. Harry then knew that this was his moment to act. He bent down again and placed his arms around her. He slowly placed his lips against hers, placing a soft but seductive kiss on her lips. She quickly opened her mouth, pressing herself against him, hungrily searching his mouth, like she had never been kissed this way before. Surprised at her reaction to his, he kissed her even harder. He felt his boxers growing tighter and definitely more uncomfortable, but he didn't care. All he knew was that he wanted her more than anything else in the world. Before either of them knew it, he had picked her up and was carrying her into his bedroom, eager to continue. Little did Harry know, or care, at the moment, all of this should be quite familiar to him.
Author's Note: Hey! I hope that you liked that installment of my story. I want to thank all of those who reviewed my story as of 9:30 p.m. on Monday July 14th, 2003.
Ramy: Hey! Thanks so much for liking my story, and I really hope that you like this chapter!
I hope that everyone enjoyed this, and I'll try to be back with chapter four as soon as possible! Thanks for reading! ~harryschic