Disclaimer: Forgot to do this last time... will make it quick, I DON'T OWN
HP!!
Harry lie in bed sleeping, his arms around his old companions naked body as they dreamt dreams too good for words (A/N: no... not sick dreams you dirty minded ppl...lol j/p). Nothing was really there between him and Hermione, it was just lust, Harry hoped. They sort of liked each other, ok... they *really* liked each other, but they would never go out. Just then the phone rang, waking them both up.
Harry moved to get out of bed, next time... if there was a next time... he would make sure *he* was sleeping on the side where the phone was closest. He reached over and put on his new glasses, he had put his old pair out of its misery a long time ago. Twenty-one year old, tall, built (but not too built), and very handsome Harold James Potter (A/N: corny alert) reached for the phone that a very irritable Hermione was handing him.
"This had better be pretty god *damn* good, do you *know* what time it is?" Honestly, Harry didn't even know what time it was, but it made the caller feel intimidated, Harry knew this as a fact.
"Shut up Potter, just wanted to let you know that the theft struck again," Draco Malfoy's deepened, manly voice said from the other end. Damn, the only person in the ministry of magic he couldn't intimidate, hell he could probably even intimidate the Minister of Magic himself. But nope, not Malfoy.
"Oh, what did he steal this time?" Harry sat back down on the bed, (A/N: shut up... I didn't put that he stood up) Hermione sat up and stroked his still stubborn hair. Harry took his free hand and grabbed the side of her ribs (in other words her very ticklish spot "shock tart area"), which made her scream out and laugh.
"A gold angel statue," Draco heard Hermione scream, "so I'm guessing Hermione's over then? God what are you doing to the poor girl?"
Harry had turned on speakerphone so he and Hermione could have a full- fledged tickle war.
"Hi Drakey wakey! We're tickling each other, and what are you doing?" Hermione said as hyper as someone could say in the middle of the night.
"Hey, don't call him 'Drakey Wakey' while you're with me! That's for when your at *his* house!" Harry said jokingly.
"Haha..." Draco faked laughing, "No that's ok potter, she's *all* yours except for some nights when I'm drunk. Hehe."
"And you're not going to be drunk anytime in the next 10 years, I hope," Hermione laughed that laugh that drove guys everywhere crazy. The half laugh, half smile where she stuck her tongue halfway out and pushed against her top front teeth.
"So mean... if I said I was drunk and lonely right now would you come over?" Draco asked, actually sounding halfway not joking.
"Sorry hun, but no. I'm with Harry right now, but maybe I could schedule you in... oh wait no... I'm all lined up until the year 2069....." Hermione fought back fits of giggles.
"Rejection is so cruel, well anyways Harry, back on track," Draco tried so hard to sound important... but it never worked, "We need you to come down to the HQ to get info, we actually got a description of him. Call me crazy but it sounds like, like *Ron. *"
"Ok, I'll be right down... or well, *we'll* be right down," Hermione had elbowed Harry who had forgotten once again to include her on business.
Harry and Hermione got up to dress, after a five minute war on who would wear Harry's boxers, and after Hermione won and Harry got a new pair, they made their way down to the ministry. Draco's words 'It sounds like Ron' repeating over and over in his head. Harry and Hermione, being Aurors, would have to arrest Ron and throw him in azkaban. If it were really him, they both hoped differently. What would it be like to suck the happiness out of your best friend of seven years?
E.W. (me): Ok, read and review....
Harry lie in bed sleeping, his arms around his old companions naked body as they dreamt dreams too good for words (A/N: no... not sick dreams you dirty minded ppl...lol j/p). Nothing was really there between him and Hermione, it was just lust, Harry hoped. They sort of liked each other, ok... they *really* liked each other, but they would never go out. Just then the phone rang, waking them both up.
Harry moved to get out of bed, next time... if there was a next time... he would make sure *he* was sleeping on the side where the phone was closest. He reached over and put on his new glasses, he had put his old pair out of its misery a long time ago. Twenty-one year old, tall, built (but not too built), and very handsome Harold James Potter (A/N: corny alert) reached for the phone that a very irritable Hermione was handing him.
"This had better be pretty god *damn* good, do you *know* what time it is?" Honestly, Harry didn't even know what time it was, but it made the caller feel intimidated, Harry knew this as a fact.
"Shut up Potter, just wanted to let you know that the theft struck again," Draco Malfoy's deepened, manly voice said from the other end. Damn, the only person in the ministry of magic he couldn't intimidate, hell he could probably even intimidate the Minister of Magic himself. But nope, not Malfoy.
"Oh, what did he steal this time?" Harry sat back down on the bed, (A/N: shut up... I didn't put that he stood up) Hermione sat up and stroked his still stubborn hair. Harry took his free hand and grabbed the side of her ribs (in other words her very ticklish spot "shock tart area"), which made her scream out and laugh.
"A gold angel statue," Draco heard Hermione scream, "so I'm guessing Hermione's over then? God what are you doing to the poor girl?"
Harry had turned on speakerphone so he and Hermione could have a full- fledged tickle war.
"Hi Drakey wakey! We're tickling each other, and what are you doing?" Hermione said as hyper as someone could say in the middle of the night.
"Hey, don't call him 'Drakey Wakey' while you're with me! That's for when your at *his* house!" Harry said jokingly.
"Haha..." Draco faked laughing, "No that's ok potter, she's *all* yours except for some nights when I'm drunk. Hehe."
"And you're not going to be drunk anytime in the next 10 years, I hope," Hermione laughed that laugh that drove guys everywhere crazy. The half laugh, half smile where she stuck her tongue halfway out and pushed against her top front teeth.
"So mean... if I said I was drunk and lonely right now would you come over?" Draco asked, actually sounding halfway not joking.
"Sorry hun, but no. I'm with Harry right now, but maybe I could schedule you in... oh wait no... I'm all lined up until the year 2069....." Hermione fought back fits of giggles.
"Rejection is so cruel, well anyways Harry, back on track," Draco tried so hard to sound important... but it never worked, "We need you to come down to the HQ to get info, we actually got a description of him. Call me crazy but it sounds like, like *Ron. *"
"Ok, I'll be right down... or well, *we'll* be right down," Hermione had elbowed Harry who had forgotten once again to include her on business.
Harry and Hermione got up to dress, after a five minute war on who would wear Harry's boxers, and after Hermione won and Harry got a new pair, they made their way down to the ministry. Draco's words 'It sounds like Ron' repeating over and over in his head. Harry and Hermione, being Aurors, would have to arrest Ron and throw him in azkaban. If it were really him, they both hoped differently. What would it be like to suck the happiness out of your best friend of seven years?
E.W. (me): Ok, read and review....