Chapter 13
Can't Hold Me Down
"Hermione?" Harry called into the door of the bathroom. She didn't respond from inside, so Harry sat down in the hallway. He didn't hear a word from the other room for over an hour, but Harry never left the doorway.
When the door finally opened Harry jumped up, "I'm so sorry Hermione."
"It's ok," Hermione gave him a weak smile, "you didn't do anything wrong. I think that it was just too fast." Harry nodded knowing exactly what she meant.
"I agree," Harry smiled touching her cheek with his hand. "We don't even have to talk about this until we are ready, ok?"
"Ok," she smiled at him warmly wrapping her arms around him. She jumped back.
"I'm sorry!" Harry said.
"Can't you," Hermione looked at his pants for a few seconds before looking away, "take care of that or something?"
"Oh," Harry grinned sheepishly, "yea I'll get right too that. Why don't you get dressed in the mean time? You don't know what that shirt is doing to me."
"Actually," Hermione put her hand on his shoulder and ran it down the length of his torso, "I can tell pretty easily what its doing to you."
Harry just shuddered, kissed her on the cheek and walked into the bathroom. Half an hour later Harry walked out of the bathroom, his condition still intact. He ran into his room before Hermione could see him and pulled on a belt and a shirt that would help conceal his problem.
When he finally arrived in the kitchen, he was blessed by the smell of food. Hermione apparently took it upon herself to cook a brunch for the two of them, when Harry sat down Hermione walked over and sat herself on his knee. She was just low enough not to notice anything unusual.
"Wow," Harry said after eating, "this is really good."
"Well my teacher was really good."
"How can you say Snape was good? Those words don't go in the same sentence!" Hermione giggled.
Hermione sighed, "I wish we could just go up to your room for a little while."
Harry's problem throbbed, "you know the rules." Harry tried not to move but he couldn't do anything about the involuntary movements in his pants.
Hermione turned around slightly eyeing him, "something wrong?" Harry shook his head, trying to look convincing. "Since when does my Harry Potter obey rules?"
"I only bend rules, I never break them." Harry grinned sheepishly looking away form Hermione's piercing stare.
"Excuse me?" Hermione poked him in the stomach and then laid her hand on the lower thigh which she wasn't sitting on. Harry's involuntary shiver caused her took give him a questioning gaze.
"Isn't Snape going to be here soon?" Harry tried to change subject and at the same time visualize Snape in a dress or something equally disgusting. To Harry's dismay Hermione stood up and kissed his lips.
"We have a few minutes." Hermione's lips covered his face, but he made sure his body kept its distance from hers as she tried to pull him closer.
"What. What about," Harry panted, "Mrs. Weasley. isn't she supposed to be back soon?"
"Harry," she put her hands on his shoulders and he nervously looked into her eyes, "why are you so worried? We have her blessing."
"That doesn't mean I want her walking in on us." Harry shivered again as her hands crept down his shoulders and down his back, "kissing!"
She suddenly pulled herself close to him and then jumped back again. "Its still there?"
"Umm, yea." Harry looked guilty.
"I thought you took care of it," Harry couldn't make out the look on her face as her eyes wondered down to his pants.
"I tried, but it wouldn't go away."
"Potter are you in there?" Snapes drawn out voice came from outside the kitchen.
"What are you going to do Harry?" Hermione reached down and touched the front of his pants, Harry grasped for air. The light pressure of her hand had a magical affect on his problem; it was still there but he felt light headed and barely grasped her words as she said, "I think I want to play with it more."
"I don't think even Snape can hold me down today."
"Hermione?" Harry called into the door of the bathroom. She didn't respond from inside, so Harry sat down in the hallway. He didn't hear a word from the other room for over an hour, but Harry never left the doorway.
When the door finally opened Harry jumped up, "I'm so sorry Hermione."
"It's ok," Hermione gave him a weak smile, "you didn't do anything wrong. I think that it was just too fast." Harry nodded knowing exactly what she meant.
"I agree," Harry smiled touching her cheek with his hand. "We don't even have to talk about this until we are ready, ok?"
"Ok," she smiled at him warmly wrapping her arms around him. She jumped back.
"I'm sorry!" Harry said.
"Can't you," Hermione looked at his pants for a few seconds before looking away, "take care of that or something?"
"Oh," Harry grinned sheepishly, "yea I'll get right too that. Why don't you get dressed in the mean time? You don't know what that shirt is doing to me."
"Actually," Hermione put her hand on his shoulder and ran it down the length of his torso, "I can tell pretty easily what its doing to you."
Harry just shuddered, kissed her on the cheek and walked into the bathroom. Half an hour later Harry walked out of the bathroom, his condition still intact. He ran into his room before Hermione could see him and pulled on a belt and a shirt that would help conceal his problem.
When he finally arrived in the kitchen, he was blessed by the smell of food. Hermione apparently took it upon herself to cook a brunch for the two of them, when Harry sat down Hermione walked over and sat herself on his knee. She was just low enough not to notice anything unusual.
"Wow," Harry said after eating, "this is really good."
"Well my teacher was really good."
"How can you say Snape was good? Those words don't go in the same sentence!" Hermione giggled.
Hermione sighed, "I wish we could just go up to your room for a little while."
Harry's problem throbbed, "you know the rules." Harry tried not to move but he couldn't do anything about the involuntary movements in his pants.
Hermione turned around slightly eyeing him, "something wrong?" Harry shook his head, trying to look convincing. "Since when does my Harry Potter obey rules?"
"I only bend rules, I never break them." Harry grinned sheepishly looking away form Hermione's piercing stare.
"Excuse me?" Hermione poked him in the stomach and then laid her hand on the lower thigh which she wasn't sitting on. Harry's involuntary shiver caused her took give him a questioning gaze.
"Isn't Snape going to be here soon?" Harry tried to change subject and at the same time visualize Snape in a dress or something equally disgusting. To Harry's dismay Hermione stood up and kissed his lips.
"We have a few minutes." Hermione's lips covered his face, but he made sure his body kept its distance from hers as she tried to pull him closer.
"What. What about," Harry panted, "Mrs. Weasley. isn't she supposed to be back soon?"
"Harry," she put her hands on his shoulders and he nervously looked into her eyes, "why are you so worried? We have her blessing."
"That doesn't mean I want her walking in on us." Harry shivered again as her hands crept down his shoulders and down his back, "kissing!"
She suddenly pulled herself close to him and then jumped back again. "Its still there?"
"Umm, yea." Harry looked guilty.
"I thought you took care of it," Harry couldn't make out the look on her face as her eyes wondered down to his pants.
"I tried, but it wouldn't go away."
"Potter are you in there?" Snapes drawn out voice came from outside the kitchen.
"What are you going to do Harry?" Hermione reached down and touched the front of his pants, Harry grasped for air. The light pressure of her hand had a magical affect on his problem; it was still there but he felt light headed and barely grasped her words as she said, "I think I want to play with it more."
"I don't think even Snape can hold me down today."