Chapter 7
Distractions Arise
"Harry," Hermione knocked on the Harry's door, "are you in here?" She opened the door slightly having heard no response. She walking in and glanced around the room, noticing the clothes he had been wearing earlier that day lay on his bed.
"Harry?" Hermione called for him again, just then Harry walked out of his bathroom stark naked, carrying a towel. "Oh!" Hermione turned around quickly blushing bright red.
"Hermione," Harry jumped.
"I'm sorry Harry," Hermione said, "I just came to see if you wanted to start dinner." A frown marked her face as she mentally kicked herself for walking in on him.
"It's ok, Hermione," Harry sighed pulling on his pants. He picked up his shirt as he said, "ok, let's go."
Hermione turned around to see him still without his shirt on, "oh! I'm sorry." Hermione flushed red again, but didn't turn seeing Harry shake his head. "What?"
"I'm sure you've seen me without my shirt on before." Harry said as he prepared to pull his shirt on.
"I don't know," Hermione thought, "but it's different now."
"How?" Harry looked confused for a minute, Hermione frowned.
"I don't know," she paused, "you're more. more muscular."
"Oh," Harry said as he finished pulling on his shirt. "well then we better start cooking."
"I'm not very good, you can just cook if you want."
"Hermione Granger. I'm sure theres nothing you're not good at." Harry gave her a bright grin.
"Kissing." Hermione stated.
"What?" Harry looked at her bewildered.
"I'm not good at kissing." She said frowning.
"You've kissed a guy before?" Her face contorted, Harry looked furious. "Who?"
"Nevermind." Hermione coughed, trying to change subjects, "so how about that cooking?"
Harry stood there wide eyed, 'who could it be?' he thought. "Ok, yes, cooking, umm." Harry couldn't get the thought of Hermione, his Hermione kissing a guy.
"You know, that thing we need to do to make dinner." Hermione gave a light giggle as Harry cast a frown at her. "You're probably the only person that can look cute while they're frowning." She gave Harry the best grin she could before proceeding to run down the stairs to the kitchen followed shortly by Harry trying to tickle her.
A few minutes later, Harry was instructing a confused Hermione in the art of cooking. "Harry, stop it."
Harry was playing with a piece of ice on her neck, as she tried to prepare a meal for him and Ginny. "That's it Hermione, just like a potion." Harry lulled as he pressed the ice up behind her ear sending a shiver down her back.
"Ugh! How can I concentrate when you're doing that?" Hermione smiled, enjoying the attention.
"If you can't make dinner with a distraction, how do you plan on casting complicated spells?" Harry sighed moving the piece of ice across her nearly bear shoulders.
"Shh, Harry don't think about that" She said as she whirled around to look at Harry.
"I was just saying that you should have practice," Harry gave her a light grin.
"Aww," Hermione pulled him into a hug, but before he knew it she pulled the piece of ice out of his hands and threw it into the sink.
Harry shook his head, "hey that's not fair." Hermione laughed as she turned around and went back to tending to her dinner. Harry adverted his eyes to check if Ginny or Mundungus were in the room, seeing that neither were he put his hand on the small of her back.
"Harry?" Hermione looked at him over her shoulder.
"Shh," He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. After a second the shock sunk in to Hermione and she returned the kiss, pressing her lips harder across his. He broke the kiss after a few seconds to say, "your dinner is burning."
"Harry," Hermione knocked on the Harry's door, "are you in here?" She opened the door slightly having heard no response. She walking in and glanced around the room, noticing the clothes he had been wearing earlier that day lay on his bed.
"Harry?" Hermione called for him again, just then Harry walked out of his bathroom stark naked, carrying a towel. "Oh!" Hermione turned around quickly blushing bright red.
"Hermione," Harry jumped.
"I'm sorry Harry," Hermione said, "I just came to see if you wanted to start dinner." A frown marked her face as she mentally kicked herself for walking in on him.
"It's ok, Hermione," Harry sighed pulling on his pants. He picked up his shirt as he said, "ok, let's go."
Hermione turned around to see him still without his shirt on, "oh! I'm sorry." Hermione flushed red again, but didn't turn seeing Harry shake his head. "What?"
"I'm sure you've seen me without my shirt on before." Harry said as he prepared to pull his shirt on.
"I don't know," Hermione thought, "but it's different now."
"How?" Harry looked confused for a minute, Hermione frowned.
"I don't know," she paused, "you're more. more muscular."
"Oh," Harry said as he finished pulling on his shirt. "well then we better start cooking."
"I'm not very good, you can just cook if you want."
"Hermione Granger. I'm sure theres nothing you're not good at." Harry gave her a bright grin.
"Kissing." Hermione stated.
"What?" Harry looked at her bewildered.
"I'm not good at kissing." She said frowning.
"You've kissed a guy before?" Her face contorted, Harry looked furious. "Who?"
"Nevermind." Hermione coughed, trying to change subjects, "so how about that cooking?"
Harry stood there wide eyed, 'who could it be?' he thought. "Ok, yes, cooking, umm." Harry couldn't get the thought of Hermione, his Hermione kissing a guy.
"You know, that thing we need to do to make dinner." Hermione gave a light giggle as Harry cast a frown at her. "You're probably the only person that can look cute while they're frowning." She gave Harry the best grin she could before proceeding to run down the stairs to the kitchen followed shortly by Harry trying to tickle her.
A few minutes later, Harry was instructing a confused Hermione in the art of cooking. "Harry, stop it."
Harry was playing with a piece of ice on her neck, as she tried to prepare a meal for him and Ginny. "That's it Hermione, just like a potion." Harry lulled as he pressed the ice up behind her ear sending a shiver down her back.
"Ugh! How can I concentrate when you're doing that?" Hermione smiled, enjoying the attention.
"If you can't make dinner with a distraction, how do you plan on casting complicated spells?" Harry sighed moving the piece of ice across her nearly bear shoulders.
"Shh, Harry don't think about that" She said as she whirled around to look at Harry.
"I was just saying that you should have practice," Harry gave her a light grin.
"Aww," Hermione pulled him into a hug, but before he knew it she pulled the piece of ice out of his hands and threw it into the sink.
Harry shook his head, "hey that's not fair." Hermione laughed as she turned around and went back to tending to her dinner. Harry adverted his eyes to check if Ginny or Mundungus were in the room, seeing that neither were he put his hand on the small of her back.
"Harry?" Hermione looked at him over her shoulder.
"Shh," He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. After a second the shock sunk in to Hermione and she returned the kiss, pressing her lips harder across his. He broke the kiss after a few seconds to say, "your dinner is burning."