Hermione woke up at 7 am in the morning with a blurry vision. She sat up
with difficulty and found Harry slumped over her bedside table, asleep.
Hermione got out of bed carefully, levitated Harry onto her bed and pulled
the covers over him. She then tip-toed silently out of the dormitory.
"Hi, Mione! How're you feeling?" Ron greeted Hermione as she sat down opposite him, pushing a bowl of porridge towards her.
"Much better, thank you," Hermione picked up a spoon and started gulping down large amounts of porridge.
"Don't eat so fast, you'll choke," Ron smiled. "Where's Harry?"
"He was asleep when I woke up so I left him sleeping in my bed."
"Good thinking. He was dead worried about you, Hermione."
"I know. I wonder how I dreamt up all those horrific dreams," Hermione said thoughtfully. Finally she shrugged and continued bolting down her food.
"Too much stress, I suppose."
"Where's Parvati?"
"Oh, she's still asleep. Afterwards she has to discuss some serious business with Lavender."
"What serious business?"
"Beats me. She's been very secretive lately."
"You'd better watch out Ron. You just might lose your beloved girlfriend."
"You're kidding." Ron grinned, but he looked a bit worried as he continued munching his toast.
Harry burst into the Great Hall. His eyes darted around and he sped to the Gryffindor table.
"HERMIONE! I thought . . . I thought Malfoy abducted you or something . . ."
"You've gotta be kidding. You're lighting a fire under my ego. I can't be that stupid, falling into Malfoy's hands so easily."
"I was so worried . . ."
"Don't be such a worry wart, Harry. Take it easy. Here, have some sausages." Ron piled ketchup on some sausages and pushed the plate into Harry's hands.
"I can't help worrying . . ." Harry took the plate but didn't eat the sausages. "You know what Malfoy is like. He can cook up anything. And I mean anything."
Hermione set down her spoon beside her empty bowl and grabbed Harry's hand. "Let's go somewhere else."
Hermione dragged Harry out into the grounds. She pulled him into somewhere private and pushed him down onto a bench.
"Look, Harry. I can take care of myself. Stop worrying, okay?!"
"But I can't help worrying you know," Harry stood up, blazing with unexpected anger. "If the same kind of thing happened to me, would you be worried??"
"But you're a boy, this kind of thing can't happen -" Harry placed his hand over Hermione's lips.
"Look. As your boyfriend, if you dreamed up this kind of thing of course I would be worried. You can't tell me to not worry, you know. I, I just . . ." Harry fell onto the bench with despair. "Malfoy can cook up anything and so can Marcus Flint. If anything happened to you, I don't know what I would do." Hermione sat down beside him.
"I know how worried you are. I will take care of myself and I will try my best to not let you worry, okay?"
"I'm still worried." Hermione looked slightly cross.
"How would you like a kiss to make you relax? Would you like that, sweetie?" Without even waiting for a reply, Hermione's lips quickly enclosed on Harry's. Harry moaned slightly and pulled Hermione unto his lap. Hermione's arms wrapped around Harry's neck and let Harry's soft lips slowly travel down to her neck. Harry's left hand swiftly moved up under Hermione's shirt along her smooth back to her bra. Hermione giggled slightly. Harry removed her bra quickly and tucked it into his pocket. Suddenly, Hermione broke her lips away.
"Hey! What the heck is wrong with you?!" Harry yelped, looking very offended. "Why did you have to -"
"Don't you get the feeling that someone is watching us?" Hermione whispered, her eyes darting all around.
"But this place is private," Harry spluttered. "No-one could possibly -"
"I just get that feeling."
"Oh c'mon," Harry grinned. "If someone was watching us, you wouldn't really care right?"
"Oh. You've got a point there. I wouldn't stop. I wouldn't even care if . . . ?" Harry had glued his lips unto Hermione's again and was unbuttoning her blouse slowly, button by button. Hermione giggled again. After Harry had taken off Hermione's blouse he quickly carried her into a more private clump of bushes and took off his robes. Hermione looked at Harry lovingly and started unbuttoning Harry's shirt, just as slowly as Harry had done before. Harry couldn't take the suspense as Hermione trailed his chest with one finger. He tore off his shirt and plunged his lips unto Hermione's, who was sitting on the ground, leaning against a nearby tree. The couple cuddled and kissed each other, safely concealed behind the clump of bushes, until the bell rang for the first lesson. They could hear students rushing to their classrooms, feel the pounding of thousands of pairs of feet against the grass, but they did not care. If they got into detention, then at least they would be in detention together, Harry thought, as his swollen lips spread over Hermione's breasts.
"Harry! We've got to go to our first lesson! We're going to be late!!" Hermione said urgently. Harry looked at her in surprise.
"Don't you want to continue, love?"
"Of course I do, honey, but we can't miss our lessons." Harry moaned pleadingly. Hermione gave an I'm-sorry-but-lessons-are-more-important face and a this-is-not-the-time face and pulled on her blouse. Harry buttoned on his shirt reluctantly and pulled on his robes. He put on his best pitiful face.
"Please?!"
"No. Look, we can do it tonight. Tonight, okay?"
"Okay then. Meet me at the Room of Requirements at 8.00 tonight."
"No. At the prefects' bathroom." Harry looked surprised.
"But I'm not allowed there!"
"Don't worry. I'll give you the password. C'mon, let's go!" Hermione stood up and was just about to Summon her books when -
"Ah . . . looks like Granger and Potter have been fooling around." Malfoy was standing calmly with his wand raised, pointing at Hermione. Harry stood up, took one look and whipped out his wand.
"Let go of her, Malfoy, or you'll suffer."
"Not your way this time, Potter, because if you dare jinx me, she dies." Malfoy pointed to Hermione and smiled maliciously. Harry lowered his wand slowly but continued to look at Malfoy with growing hatred.
"Now, we can do this in a more pleasant manner. I'm just here to remind Granger of our prefects' meeting at the Room of Requirements at 8.00 tonight." Harry gasped. Hermione gasped too and felt a tinge of guilt. She forgot all about the prefects' meeting. Not like her at all.
"Surprised, Potter? Now that I have reminded her POLITELY," Harry snarled and was just about to jump on Malfoy when Hermione held him back. "Wise move Granger. Your boyfriend Potter jumps on me . . . and you're dead."
"I'm supposed to organize the meetings you know," Hermione said defiantly. "Not YOU."
"I can still organize them. I'm Head Boy."
"And I'm Head Girl. I have the same power as you, Malfoy, so clear off before I jinx you."
"You can't jinx me. Jinx me, and you die."
"Oh, really?" Hermione snapped her fingers and a huge blob of slime and dung fell unto Malfoy's blonde head. He yelled and Harry doubled over with laughter. Hermione laughed.
"I was expecting something worse," Hermione smiled. "But that'll do. C'mon Harry, let's go." She grabbed Harry's hand and Summoned her books. "Oh, and the slime and dung," she added to Malfoy. " once it sticks to something, you can't get it off for 10 hours. Oh yes, that particular mixture sticks to hair particularly well, so good luck getting it off your hair." Malfoy cursed furiously as Hermione and Harry disappeared down the corridor.
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Author's note: Hello! The holidays are here so I have plenty of time to write. Jeez, so much homework . . . anyway, I'll try to come up with the next chap soon. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!! Kays? Ok now I gtg. BB!!!
Amanda
"Hi, Mione! How're you feeling?" Ron greeted Hermione as she sat down opposite him, pushing a bowl of porridge towards her.
"Much better, thank you," Hermione picked up a spoon and started gulping down large amounts of porridge.
"Don't eat so fast, you'll choke," Ron smiled. "Where's Harry?"
"He was asleep when I woke up so I left him sleeping in my bed."
"Good thinking. He was dead worried about you, Hermione."
"I know. I wonder how I dreamt up all those horrific dreams," Hermione said thoughtfully. Finally she shrugged and continued bolting down her food.
"Too much stress, I suppose."
"Where's Parvati?"
"Oh, she's still asleep. Afterwards she has to discuss some serious business with Lavender."
"What serious business?"
"Beats me. She's been very secretive lately."
"You'd better watch out Ron. You just might lose your beloved girlfriend."
"You're kidding." Ron grinned, but he looked a bit worried as he continued munching his toast.
Harry burst into the Great Hall. His eyes darted around and he sped to the Gryffindor table.
"HERMIONE! I thought . . . I thought Malfoy abducted you or something . . ."
"You've gotta be kidding. You're lighting a fire under my ego. I can't be that stupid, falling into Malfoy's hands so easily."
"I was so worried . . ."
"Don't be such a worry wart, Harry. Take it easy. Here, have some sausages." Ron piled ketchup on some sausages and pushed the plate into Harry's hands.
"I can't help worrying . . ." Harry took the plate but didn't eat the sausages. "You know what Malfoy is like. He can cook up anything. And I mean anything."
Hermione set down her spoon beside her empty bowl and grabbed Harry's hand. "Let's go somewhere else."
Hermione dragged Harry out into the grounds. She pulled him into somewhere private and pushed him down onto a bench.
"Look, Harry. I can take care of myself. Stop worrying, okay?!"
"But I can't help worrying you know," Harry stood up, blazing with unexpected anger. "If the same kind of thing happened to me, would you be worried??"
"But you're a boy, this kind of thing can't happen -" Harry placed his hand over Hermione's lips.
"Look. As your boyfriend, if you dreamed up this kind of thing of course I would be worried. You can't tell me to not worry, you know. I, I just . . ." Harry fell onto the bench with despair. "Malfoy can cook up anything and so can Marcus Flint. If anything happened to you, I don't know what I would do." Hermione sat down beside him.
"I know how worried you are. I will take care of myself and I will try my best to not let you worry, okay?"
"I'm still worried." Hermione looked slightly cross.
"How would you like a kiss to make you relax? Would you like that, sweetie?" Without even waiting for a reply, Hermione's lips quickly enclosed on Harry's. Harry moaned slightly and pulled Hermione unto his lap. Hermione's arms wrapped around Harry's neck and let Harry's soft lips slowly travel down to her neck. Harry's left hand swiftly moved up under Hermione's shirt along her smooth back to her bra. Hermione giggled slightly. Harry removed her bra quickly and tucked it into his pocket. Suddenly, Hermione broke her lips away.
"Hey! What the heck is wrong with you?!" Harry yelped, looking very offended. "Why did you have to -"
"Don't you get the feeling that someone is watching us?" Hermione whispered, her eyes darting all around.
"But this place is private," Harry spluttered. "No-one could possibly -"
"I just get that feeling."
"Oh c'mon," Harry grinned. "If someone was watching us, you wouldn't really care right?"
"Oh. You've got a point there. I wouldn't stop. I wouldn't even care if . . . ?" Harry had glued his lips unto Hermione's again and was unbuttoning her blouse slowly, button by button. Hermione giggled again. After Harry had taken off Hermione's blouse he quickly carried her into a more private clump of bushes and took off his robes. Hermione looked at Harry lovingly and started unbuttoning Harry's shirt, just as slowly as Harry had done before. Harry couldn't take the suspense as Hermione trailed his chest with one finger. He tore off his shirt and plunged his lips unto Hermione's, who was sitting on the ground, leaning against a nearby tree. The couple cuddled and kissed each other, safely concealed behind the clump of bushes, until the bell rang for the first lesson. They could hear students rushing to their classrooms, feel the pounding of thousands of pairs of feet against the grass, but they did not care. If they got into detention, then at least they would be in detention together, Harry thought, as his swollen lips spread over Hermione's breasts.
"Harry! We've got to go to our first lesson! We're going to be late!!" Hermione said urgently. Harry looked at her in surprise.
"Don't you want to continue, love?"
"Of course I do, honey, but we can't miss our lessons." Harry moaned pleadingly. Hermione gave an I'm-sorry-but-lessons-are-more-important face and a this-is-not-the-time face and pulled on her blouse. Harry buttoned on his shirt reluctantly and pulled on his robes. He put on his best pitiful face.
"Please?!"
"No. Look, we can do it tonight. Tonight, okay?"
"Okay then. Meet me at the Room of Requirements at 8.00 tonight."
"No. At the prefects' bathroom." Harry looked surprised.
"But I'm not allowed there!"
"Don't worry. I'll give you the password. C'mon, let's go!" Hermione stood up and was just about to Summon her books when -
"Ah . . . looks like Granger and Potter have been fooling around." Malfoy was standing calmly with his wand raised, pointing at Hermione. Harry stood up, took one look and whipped out his wand.
"Let go of her, Malfoy, or you'll suffer."
"Not your way this time, Potter, because if you dare jinx me, she dies." Malfoy pointed to Hermione and smiled maliciously. Harry lowered his wand slowly but continued to look at Malfoy with growing hatred.
"Now, we can do this in a more pleasant manner. I'm just here to remind Granger of our prefects' meeting at the Room of Requirements at 8.00 tonight." Harry gasped. Hermione gasped too and felt a tinge of guilt. She forgot all about the prefects' meeting. Not like her at all.
"Surprised, Potter? Now that I have reminded her POLITELY," Harry snarled and was just about to jump on Malfoy when Hermione held him back. "Wise move Granger. Your boyfriend Potter jumps on me . . . and you're dead."
"I'm supposed to organize the meetings you know," Hermione said defiantly. "Not YOU."
"I can still organize them. I'm Head Boy."
"And I'm Head Girl. I have the same power as you, Malfoy, so clear off before I jinx you."
"You can't jinx me. Jinx me, and you die."
"Oh, really?" Hermione snapped her fingers and a huge blob of slime and dung fell unto Malfoy's blonde head. He yelled and Harry doubled over with laughter. Hermione laughed.
"I was expecting something worse," Hermione smiled. "But that'll do. C'mon Harry, let's go." She grabbed Harry's hand and Summoned her books. "Oh, and the slime and dung," she added to Malfoy. " once it sticks to something, you can't get it off for 10 hours. Oh yes, that particular mixture sticks to hair particularly well, so good luck getting it off your hair." Malfoy cursed furiously as Hermione and Harry disappeared down the corridor.
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Author's note: Hello! The holidays are here so I have plenty of time to write. Jeez, so much homework . . . anyway, I'll try to come up with the next chap soon. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!! Kays? Ok now I gtg. BB!!!
Amanda