Chapter 11
Approval of Some Sort
Hermione insisted that they study a while before dinner, but the only thing Harry could study was the curves of Hermione's body. "Harry stop looking at me," she sighed not looking up.
"I'm sorry," Harry said mischievously, "I just can't help it. You're just so beautiful."
"Harry," Hermione grunted, "I am not."
"Yes you are," Harry sighed as he let his hand touch her back. She looked up at him as his hands ran up the length of her side and up around her shoulder.
"What are you doing? What are you trying to get at?" Hermione looked at him curiously.
"What are you talking about?"
"You're buttering me up, I can tell."
"I'd never do that sweetie," Harry whispered as he pushed himself closer to her.
"That's exactly what I'm talking about." Hermione sighed and rolled over distancing herself from him. "I don't think you get any more kisses till after dinner."
"oh." Harry frowned and gave her puppy dog eyes, "please."
"I might give you one before we cook dinner," Harry grinned brightly, "If you study hard right now."
A frown crept onto his face, and he sat up and pulled the book he was supposed to be studying onto his lap.
"You said you were going to give me a kiss," Harry stated as he helped her get the pots out for pot pie.
"I said I might," Hermione grinned, "now help me out and you might get one." Just as Hermione let it escape her mouth Mrs. Weasley walked in. Harry had not noticed and put his arms around Hermione's waist.
"I studied like you told me to!" Harry whined but Hermione just shook her head. Mrs. Weasley stood looking at them, Hermione looked up and they caught eye. Mrs. Weasley gave her a smile and shook her head before walking out.
"What?" Harry looked over at the now empty door way.
"Nothing sweetie," Hermione told him and then placed a kiss on his lips. It wasn't long before Harry was sitting in a chair watching Hermione cook, he tried to bother her every once in a while. He would get up and kiss her neck as she stirred the watched the oven, but she would quickly tell him to sit down, "I don't want to burn this one."
"Ginny," Harry yelled up the steps, "Mum. Dinner's ready!" Harry had prepared the table and got drinks for everyone as they sat down.
"Harry dear," Hermione said sweetly, "could you bring this over to the table?" Ginny and Mrs. Weasley laughed at the odd expression Harry gave before walking over to the oven to retrieve the pie.
Mrs. Weasley seemed alive with chatter as Harry and Hermione looked at each other over the table. When dinner was finally done Mrs. Weasley addressed her daughter, "Ginny dear. Could you please excuse us for a while?"
Ginny nodded giving Hermione a 'hope-this-goes-ok' look and headed out the door. "I know that I haven't exactly been the most thankful guest, Harry."
"You're always welcome."
"Thank you, but I'm trying to say that I'm sorry I've been pushy recently. I'm just afraid of you two taking it too fast and ending a wonderful friendship you share." Harry and Hermione looked at each other nervously.
"Now that I see you two, I know that this has been coming for a while now." She sighed, "I can't tell you how happy I really am that you two are happy in these troubling times." Hermione frowned and Harry looked solemn.
"What I guess I'm trying to say," she inhaled almost on the verge of tears, "is that you have my approval." Harry cocked his head to the side curiously.
Hermione almost burst into tears, "thank you! I was hoping that you would say that," she was getting closer and closer to tears. "I know that we haven't been the best of kids recently, but we're just learning ourselves."
"Harry, that rule is still in effect though." Harry grinned.
"Of course,"
"Sweetie," Hermione gave Harry a pleading look, "could you please excuse us and then send Ginny down?"
"Uh, ok." Harry sighed as he trudged up to bed.
Hermione insisted that they study a while before dinner, but the only thing Harry could study was the curves of Hermione's body. "Harry stop looking at me," she sighed not looking up.
"I'm sorry," Harry said mischievously, "I just can't help it. You're just so beautiful."
"Harry," Hermione grunted, "I am not."
"Yes you are," Harry sighed as he let his hand touch her back. She looked up at him as his hands ran up the length of her side and up around her shoulder.
"What are you doing? What are you trying to get at?" Hermione looked at him curiously.
"What are you talking about?"
"You're buttering me up, I can tell."
"I'd never do that sweetie," Harry whispered as he pushed himself closer to her.
"That's exactly what I'm talking about." Hermione sighed and rolled over distancing herself from him. "I don't think you get any more kisses till after dinner."
"oh." Harry frowned and gave her puppy dog eyes, "please."
"I might give you one before we cook dinner," Harry grinned brightly, "If you study hard right now."
A frown crept onto his face, and he sat up and pulled the book he was supposed to be studying onto his lap.
"You said you were going to give me a kiss," Harry stated as he helped her get the pots out for pot pie.
"I said I might," Hermione grinned, "now help me out and you might get one." Just as Hermione let it escape her mouth Mrs. Weasley walked in. Harry had not noticed and put his arms around Hermione's waist.
"I studied like you told me to!" Harry whined but Hermione just shook her head. Mrs. Weasley stood looking at them, Hermione looked up and they caught eye. Mrs. Weasley gave her a smile and shook her head before walking out.
"What?" Harry looked over at the now empty door way.
"Nothing sweetie," Hermione told him and then placed a kiss on his lips. It wasn't long before Harry was sitting in a chair watching Hermione cook, he tried to bother her every once in a while. He would get up and kiss her neck as she stirred the watched the oven, but she would quickly tell him to sit down, "I don't want to burn this one."
"Ginny," Harry yelled up the steps, "Mum. Dinner's ready!" Harry had prepared the table and got drinks for everyone as they sat down.
"Harry dear," Hermione said sweetly, "could you bring this over to the table?" Ginny and Mrs. Weasley laughed at the odd expression Harry gave before walking over to the oven to retrieve the pie.
Mrs. Weasley seemed alive with chatter as Harry and Hermione looked at each other over the table. When dinner was finally done Mrs. Weasley addressed her daughter, "Ginny dear. Could you please excuse us for a while?"
Ginny nodded giving Hermione a 'hope-this-goes-ok' look and headed out the door. "I know that I haven't exactly been the most thankful guest, Harry."
"You're always welcome."
"Thank you, but I'm trying to say that I'm sorry I've been pushy recently. I'm just afraid of you two taking it too fast and ending a wonderful friendship you share." Harry and Hermione looked at each other nervously.
"Now that I see you two, I know that this has been coming for a while now." She sighed, "I can't tell you how happy I really am that you two are happy in these troubling times." Hermione frowned and Harry looked solemn.
"What I guess I'm trying to say," she inhaled almost on the verge of tears, "is that you have my approval." Harry cocked his head to the side curiously.
Hermione almost burst into tears, "thank you! I was hoping that you would say that," she was getting closer and closer to tears. "I know that we haven't been the best of kids recently, but we're just learning ourselves."
"Harry, that rule is still in effect though." Harry grinned.
"Of course,"
"Sweetie," Hermione gave Harry a pleading look, "could you please excuse us and then send Ginny down?"
"Uh, ok." Harry sighed as he trudged up to bed.