Chapter 12
A Rousing Morning
Harry awoke, his dream was very vivid, but as he woke the dream began to slip from him. All Harry could remember after a few seconds was Hermione smiling at him while they were flying back over the forbidden forest. Harry also knew something wasn't quite right, he let his hand drift down his stomach, "oh no," he groaned.
He heard a soft click before he opened his eyes looking at the sealing, "Harry? Are you awake?" Hermione's soft voice floated over to him from the doorway.
Harry quickly rolled over to hide his situation, "yes. I'm awake."
"You know you missed breakfast?" She sighed walking over to the giant bed. "Mrs. Weasley said that we should let you rest this morning, I don't know why though."
Harry thought back to the dream, 'oh no'. "That's ok," Harry sighed knowing that he probably had never been hungrier in his life.
"You still have three hours before Professor Snape arrives, and," Hermione bit her lip, "Mrs. Weasley has taken Ginny to the burrow to collect some things." Hermione sat down on Harry's bed still in her PJs.
"Oh," Harry sighed as he looked at her from the pillow, her blue tank- top hung loosely from her shoulders and her cloudy and sky blue pants were enchanted so that the clouds moved.
"Like them?" Hermione laughed seeing Harry eye her legs, "they change weather kind of like night and day, the sun and clouds are out during the day and when its night time they have a moon and stars on them!" Hermione leaned over her legs and pressed out the wrinkles of her pants creating a gap between her neck and the neckline of her shirt, too big for anyone to miss including Harry.
Harry gulped and nodded his head as she looked up at him for his answer, "good! I got them from Diagon Alley last year." Hermione smiled brightly as she continued to lean forward, only increasing the gap. Harry was torn between what he wanted to see and what he was forbidden to see.
Before Harry could look down Hermione saw her error and, blushing a deep red, threw her head back and then decided a better course of action would be to lie down. "Mind if I get in?" Hermione said not really waiting for an answer from an already stunned Harry.
"Harry, why don't you hold me?" Hermione said as she closed her eyes, "I always feel safer with your arms around me."
Harry shook his head, 'if I hold her she'll know and she'll kill me!' Harry thought. "I. I."
"Come on Harry," Hermione pulled his hand out from under him and she rolled up into it. She slid her knee over his leg; stopped when she felt something rock hard. "Harry?"
Hermione suddenly jumped back a few inches, "what is that?"
"It's umm." Harry coughed nervously, knowing exactly what it was. He had heard Fred and George mention it a few times in the locker room before or after a match.
"Is that what I think it is?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Hermione, I don't think you should." Harry whispered as Hermione reached out and put her hand on his stomach. "That's not something you."
"Shh." Hermione sighed, "I just want to. know." Her hand reached the hem of his boxers, "I just want to know."
"Are you sure?" Harry almost cried out, the feeling running through him intense as he had ever felt anything before. He secretly cried for her not to stop, but her hesitance was wearing thin on his lust.
"Yes," she panted, "just let me." finally she reached her hand over the hem if his boxers. "Oh MY GOD!" she screamed.
"I'm sorry," Harry jumped out of the bed, not remembering it was him that had something to cover up. When her eyes fell on his boxers she blushed bright red and looked away, instinctively Harry went to cover his situation. "I'm sorry he grabbed the closest pair of jeans and pulled them on.
Hermione just looked at her hand as he covered himself. She jumped up, out of his bed and ran into the bathroom.
Harry awoke, his dream was very vivid, but as he woke the dream began to slip from him. All Harry could remember after a few seconds was Hermione smiling at him while they were flying back over the forbidden forest. Harry also knew something wasn't quite right, he let his hand drift down his stomach, "oh no," he groaned.
He heard a soft click before he opened his eyes looking at the sealing, "Harry? Are you awake?" Hermione's soft voice floated over to him from the doorway.
Harry quickly rolled over to hide his situation, "yes. I'm awake."
"You know you missed breakfast?" She sighed walking over to the giant bed. "Mrs. Weasley said that we should let you rest this morning, I don't know why though."
Harry thought back to the dream, 'oh no'. "That's ok," Harry sighed knowing that he probably had never been hungrier in his life.
"You still have three hours before Professor Snape arrives, and," Hermione bit her lip, "Mrs. Weasley has taken Ginny to the burrow to collect some things." Hermione sat down on Harry's bed still in her PJs.
"Oh," Harry sighed as he looked at her from the pillow, her blue tank- top hung loosely from her shoulders and her cloudy and sky blue pants were enchanted so that the clouds moved.
"Like them?" Hermione laughed seeing Harry eye her legs, "they change weather kind of like night and day, the sun and clouds are out during the day and when its night time they have a moon and stars on them!" Hermione leaned over her legs and pressed out the wrinkles of her pants creating a gap between her neck and the neckline of her shirt, too big for anyone to miss including Harry.
Harry gulped and nodded his head as she looked up at him for his answer, "good! I got them from Diagon Alley last year." Hermione smiled brightly as she continued to lean forward, only increasing the gap. Harry was torn between what he wanted to see and what he was forbidden to see.
Before Harry could look down Hermione saw her error and, blushing a deep red, threw her head back and then decided a better course of action would be to lie down. "Mind if I get in?" Hermione said not really waiting for an answer from an already stunned Harry.
"Harry, why don't you hold me?" Hermione said as she closed her eyes, "I always feel safer with your arms around me."
Harry shook his head, 'if I hold her she'll know and she'll kill me!' Harry thought. "I. I."
"Come on Harry," Hermione pulled his hand out from under him and she rolled up into it. She slid her knee over his leg; stopped when she felt something rock hard. "Harry?"
Hermione suddenly jumped back a few inches, "what is that?"
"It's umm." Harry coughed nervously, knowing exactly what it was. He had heard Fred and George mention it a few times in the locker room before or after a match.
"Is that what I think it is?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Hermione, I don't think you should." Harry whispered as Hermione reached out and put her hand on his stomach. "That's not something you."
"Shh." Hermione sighed, "I just want to. know." Her hand reached the hem of his boxers, "I just want to know."
"Are you sure?" Harry almost cried out, the feeling running through him intense as he had ever felt anything before. He secretly cried for her not to stop, but her hesitance was wearing thin on his lust.
"Yes," she panted, "just let me." finally she reached her hand over the hem if his boxers. "Oh MY GOD!" she screamed.
"I'm sorry," Harry jumped out of the bed, not remembering it was him that had something to cover up. When her eyes fell on his boxers she blushed bright red and looked away, instinctively Harry went to cover his situation. "I'm sorry he grabbed the closest pair of jeans and pulled them on.
Hermione just looked at her hand as he covered himself. She jumped up, out of his bed and ran into the bathroom.