Chapter 3
Having a little chat
Hermione led the way up the stairs to the master bedroom, "I'm sure you really want to know, but Snape will be here tomorrow to instruct you for an hour or two just after lunch." Hermione looked at him over her shoulder, his smile faded, "but until then and after I have you."
Harry grinned and responded, "good to know that I won't have to do my school work yet."
"You're joking right? I just said I have you, which means you're going to be doing all your school work in the mornings." Hermione gave him a stern look, "just kidding, we can do the work whenever we feel like it." Harry knew she meant it, but could tell that she wanted him to get his work done quickly.
"We can start on it tomorrow," Harry sighed, "but for now let's talk about something else. You know, I'm not really thrilled about talking about school and Snape." Hermione gave a short laugh as they arrived at the room and threw the trunk at the foot of the giant bed.
Harry proceeded to sit down on the edge of the bed, then a split second later giving a yelp and jumping up. Hermione quickly ran over concerned, but Harry just gave her a sly grin. "Bed of spikes eh?"
Hermione giggled as Harry sat back down and patted the spot next to him. She gave into his wishes and began to sit down where he had patted the bed, but jumped up when she felt something pinch her bum. She turned around blushing, "Harry!"
She slapped his arm lightly, "I didn't mean a literal bed of spikes Harry," she sat down and put her head on his shoulder, "well maybe I did, but it was a joke."
Harry sighed, "I know." He lightly poked her side causing her to giggle, "I never knew you were ticklish."
"I'm not!" Hermione yelled through giggles as Harry proceeded to torture her with tickles. "Stop it Harry," she panted still laughing, "that. TICKLES!!!!"
Harry gave a good laugh, and lay back on the bed. "I know it does, that's why I was doing it," he looked over to Hermione who was also lying on her back.
"Ugh, I hate you." Hermione rolled over a little so she could see Harry's face, "so what do you want to do this week?" Harry looked back up at the sealing, and pondered for a moment. 'He looks cute while he's thinking,' Hermione thought and then said out loud, "I hope you aren't thinking too hard."
"Might cause damage, you think?" Harry smiled looking back at her. She gave him her best heart warming grin.
"That's exactly what I'm afraid of," Hermione yelled just as Harry began to tickle her again. This time it ended with her head resting on Harry's chest while her body was angled perpendicularly away from him; both of the young teenagers staring up at the ceiling, pondering something.
It had only seemed like minutes to Harry, but before he knew it Mrs. Weasley had appeared at the door. "Darlings," Harry heard her say, something was off in her voice, "dinner is almost ready."
Hermione and Harry sat up, "Hermione why don't you go ahead and set up the table, I would like to talk to Harry for a bit." Hermione nodded, not wanting to leave Harry, but a smile and a nod from him told her to do as she was told.
"Harry," Mrs. Weasley began, "I know that you and Hermione are good friends, but what I just walked in on today is unacceptable." Harry looked at his adoptive mother confused, "I'm asking you to not allow girls up into this room without another person here." Harry just stared at her, not complete grasping what she was talking about.
"Harry, it's just not right for a boy and a girl to be alone in a bedroom at your age. I don't mean to spoil your fun, I know you two are good kids and you'd never do anything you would regret, but I've already explained this to Ron." Harry looked shocked at the idea of Ron having a girl in his room alone.
"Yes ma'am," Harry stuttered, "Hermione and I will stick to common rooms." Mrs. Weasley's eyes gave the impression of relief.
"Good Harry," She sighed turning around, "now its time for dinner, come along." Harry grinned; he'd be able to have fun talking to Hermione about this. Then frowned slightly and thought, 'was there something wrong with what Hermione and I were doing?' He thought about what had happened up here in his new room, he had never seen her look so happy, or beautiful?
Hermione led the way up the stairs to the master bedroom, "I'm sure you really want to know, but Snape will be here tomorrow to instruct you for an hour or two just after lunch." Hermione looked at him over her shoulder, his smile faded, "but until then and after I have you."
Harry grinned and responded, "good to know that I won't have to do my school work yet."
"You're joking right? I just said I have you, which means you're going to be doing all your school work in the mornings." Hermione gave him a stern look, "just kidding, we can do the work whenever we feel like it." Harry knew she meant it, but could tell that she wanted him to get his work done quickly.
"We can start on it tomorrow," Harry sighed, "but for now let's talk about something else. You know, I'm not really thrilled about talking about school and Snape." Hermione gave a short laugh as they arrived at the room and threw the trunk at the foot of the giant bed.
Harry proceeded to sit down on the edge of the bed, then a split second later giving a yelp and jumping up. Hermione quickly ran over concerned, but Harry just gave her a sly grin. "Bed of spikes eh?"
Hermione giggled as Harry sat back down and patted the spot next to him. She gave into his wishes and began to sit down where he had patted the bed, but jumped up when she felt something pinch her bum. She turned around blushing, "Harry!"
She slapped his arm lightly, "I didn't mean a literal bed of spikes Harry," she sat down and put her head on his shoulder, "well maybe I did, but it was a joke."
Harry sighed, "I know." He lightly poked her side causing her to giggle, "I never knew you were ticklish."
"I'm not!" Hermione yelled through giggles as Harry proceeded to torture her with tickles. "Stop it Harry," she panted still laughing, "that. TICKLES!!!!"
Harry gave a good laugh, and lay back on the bed. "I know it does, that's why I was doing it," he looked over to Hermione who was also lying on her back.
"Ugh, I hate you." Hermione rolled over a little so she could see Harry's face, "so what do you want to do this week?" Harry looked back up at the sealing, and pondered for a moment. 'He looks cute while he's thinking,' Hermione thought and then said out loud, "I hope you aren't thinking too hard."
"Might cause damage, you think?" Harry smiled looking back at her. She gave him her best heart warming grin.
"That's exactly what I'm afraid of," Hermione yelled just as Harry began to tickle her again. This time it ended with her head resting on Harry's chest while her body was angled perpendicularly away from him; both of the young teenagers staring up at the ceiling, pondering something.
It had only seemed like minutes to Harry, but before he knew it Mrs. Weasley had appeared at the door. "Darlings," Harry heard her say, something was off in her voice, "dinner is almost ready."
Hermione and Harry sat up, "Hermione why don't you go ahead and set up the table, I would like to talk to Harry for a bit." Hermione nodded, not wanting to leave Harry, but a smile and a nod from him told her to do as she was told.
"Harry," Mrs. Weasley began, "I know that you and Hermione are good friends, but what I just walked in on today is unacceptable." Harry looked at his adoptive mother confused, "I'm asking you to not allow girls up into this room without another person here." Harry just stared at her, not complete grasping what she was talking about.
"Harry, it's just not right for a boy and a girl to be alone in a bedroom at your age. I don't mean to spoil your fun, I know you two are good kids and you'd never do anything you would regret, but I've already explained this to Ron." Harry looked shocked at the idea of Ron having a girl in his room alone.
"Yes ma'am," Harry stuttered, "Hermione and I will stick to common rooms." Mrs. Weasley's eyes gave the impression of relief.
"Good Harry," She sighed turning around, "now its time for dinner, come along." Harry grinned; he'd be able to have fun talking to Hermione about this. Then frowned slightly and thought, 'was there something wrong with what Hermione and I were doing?' He thought about what had happened up here in his new room, he had never seen her look so happy, or beautiful?