H/H fic
A/N: Yeah the usual disclaimers apply. Also, I borrowed an idea from another fan fic, (sorry can't remember the name or author) but it's been
adjusted to fit my story. So props to whoever wrote it. Read and Please review! Also, this is set in 6th year, but Harry is living with Sirius in
grimmauld place during the simmer.
Harry lay down on the couch after doing several hours worth of chores both in the hot summer sun and in the over sized, stuffed up rooms of his godfather's house. He didn't deny that he loved his god-father dearly, but he could come up with hour's worth of work in a matter of seconds. However, neither of them could blame the other for the mess because both of them were champion couch potatoes. Well, at least when they weren't playing quidditch or helping fight death eaters (Harry had taken up an offering for junior assistant to the head auror at the ministry of magic). The worst part was that the work was not even done. True, they had put quite a dent in the job, but it wasn't quite done. The work was never quite done at number 12 grimmald place.
So it was with a resigned sigh that Harry got back to cleaning his robes. It was admittedly, much easier than muggle laundry, but that didn't stop him from thinking that this was STILL a pain in the butt. However, the reason that they were cleaning kept Harry's spirits up a bit. Hermione was coming over for a week to visit. After the thoughts of Hermione had floated into his head, Harry vigorously returned to work, determined to get this done before she arrived.
But his wish was not granted; he heard a high female voice that most certainly was NOT his fathers say, hello! Harry attempted to walk smoothly to her, but broke into a fast speed walk that was far more like a jog after the first few steps. Hermione held out her arms; an invitation that Harry accepted. He wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug, and she happily returned the gesture. It lasted for quite some time. Sirius smiled knowingly, for this was an exact copy of what James and Lily did after meeting each other on the train ride back to Hogwarts for their 7th and final year. They were still holding each other when Sirius coughed loudly. They both pulled apart and while neither lost face, Sirius noticed that Harry and Hermione both had slight hints of pink on their ears.
"So," Sirius said, an idea concocting in his head, "which room would you prefer to sleep in Hermione? The guest room? Drawing Room? Harry's room?" Sirius asked, a devilish grin upon his face.
Both Harry and Hermione felt the blood rushing to their cheeks, though Sirius doubted that either was aware of their feelings to the other. Well, maybe Hermione was, but Harry was just an airhead on the subject. It would take the mirror of erised to show him what his deepest desire was!
"So.." Harry said nervously. "Want to unpack?"
"Why sure, I mean, lets do it in your room Harry" Hermione said sarcastically.
"Yeah, let's go" Harry replied, glad that the awkward moment was over, and following in Hermione's game.
"Locomotois Trunk!" Hermione barked, her wand pointed at her trunk.
They both ran up the stairs and into the dark hallway containing most of the bedrooms with Hermione's trunk in hot pursuit. Harry pointed to a room with an elegant wood door, beautifully carved and charmed to open to only to those who the guest wished welcome. The door was a sharp contrast to the otherwise blank hallway. Hermione walked in and her jaw dropped. She was only staying for a week, but it looked as though Harry had put so much effort into the room that it was designed for her own permanent living. She immediately ran to the bookshelves that were so much like her own; Crammed together in rows 2 and 3 deep. This would be a week in heaven for her.
"Oh Harry! It's beautiful! How much time did you put into this? Oh never mind, the fact is that you did this, and for me! Oh thank you!" She squealed, running to Harry and giving him the second bear hug she had given that day. As soon as they released each other Harry replied,
"It's not that good," Harry said, trying to be modest. It seemed as though Hermione had read his mind, for the next second later, she said,
"Stop trying to be modest. This was really nice and thoughtful of you. Would you like to help me unpack? I mean, I've been in the house before, no need for a tour right?" She said, chuckling a bit.
"No problem at all," Sirius interjected. Neither of them knew how long Sirius had been standing there, but Harry had a gut feeling that he had been watching them the entire time. He gave his wand a few flicks, first pointing at Hermione and then to the trunk. Everything inside immediately flew to wherever Hermione would have designated it.
"That's a nice household spell!" Hermione said.
"Thanks, I mean I-"
"Sirius, do you mean to tell me that you know household spells?!? Why then, were we cleaning up by hand!?! You haven't caught a case of the weasley fever have you?" Harry asked, joking around a bit with his dear old god father.
"Well, you needed to be kept busy! Besides, how else would you have past the time?" Sirius replied sneakily. Sirius was playing mind games with the both of them. Ohhhhh, if only Sirius had a girl friend; that would be the ultimate form of revenge for both Harry and Hermione. He could hear the hallelujah chorus playing in the background.
"Well ill be going now," Sirius finished, walking out the door, but not before he popped his head back in to add,"Ohh and Hermione, he didn't make this all by his welty savvy!" in his most convincing pirate accent. Hermione started giggling.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked. He hoped Hermione still liked the room.
"Ohh, it's nothing about the room," she said, noticing the slightly hurt look on Harry's face. "It's the fact that I believe Sirius has decided to watch Pirates of the Caribbean while we were at school!" she finished, now bursting into swarms of laughter.
"What?" Harry asked, confused.
"It was a muggle movie!" Hermione said exaggeratedly. "Very popular too. My parents bought it for me as a welcome back gift. I believe I brought it with me too." Hermione explained, rummaging around the shelve that contained the movies she had brought with her.
"Yes! I have it; we can watch it later tonight if you like." Hermione added as an after thought.
"Sounds great to me. I never got much movie watching in when I was living with the dursleys" Hermione scowled. "Only since I've moved in with Sirius have I gotten much time in." Harry said. "You hungry?" Harry added upon hearing Hermione's stomach growl.
"Well, yes. Do you have a Wendy's around here?" She asked.
Harry looked mournfully at Hermione. "Id love to, but I don't think Dumbledore would want us outside of the house."
"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry! I just -"
"No its okay. I mean, with you here having fun wont be much of a problem will it?" Harry said earnestly. Hermione beamed at him. Then, noticing the T.V., Hermione plopped down on the love seat.
"Pop a squat!" Hermione said.
"Whuh?" Harry said. Of all the confusing things, this was the most.
"It means sit down," she replied, motioning to the couch. Harry sat down but almost instantly stood back up. The couch was alive! Wait no, that's just Crookshanks. He had decided that right as Harry sat down was a good time to dart to Hermione.
"Crookshanks!" Hermione said as Harry sat back down next to Hermione. Hermione was rummaging around for the remote, but Harry found it on Hermione's bed.
"Accio Remote!" Harry bellowed, and the remote flew to his hands. He handed it to Hermione.
"Harry! You're not supposed to use magic outside of school! You could be expelled again! I thought you had learned your lesson! I mean having dementors going at you once is bad enough, but-"
"Don't worry Hermione" Harry interjected. "Dumbledore and the ministry have given me permission to use magic."
"Oh" Hermione said, blushing a bit. "Well, let's see what's on T.V." Hermione started flipping channels but couldn't find anything good on. Well Harry found quidditch, but didn't pipe up, as this WAS Hermione's room. Hermione decided to put in Pirates of the Caribbean, as it was packed with action yet had many "feminine" scenes.
Harry could tell that Hermione had watched this quite a few times since she had been home from school. She kept quoting the movies comments under her breath. Near the end, Hermione fell asleep on Harry's shoulder. Just then, a powerful swooping feeling erupted in Harry's stomach. It was a lot like the feeling he got when he was near Cho, but it was slightly different. He chose to ignore it and continued to watch the movie. He managed to stay up long enough to watch through the end, but soon followed suit with Hermione as his head rested on hers.
Sirius then walked up to check on them. He noticed content smiles on both of their faces. He felt like he was back at Hogwarts watching Lily and James.
"I was only joking," Sirius thought out loud. And with that, he left the room, careful not to disturb the clueless lovers.
A/N: Yeah the usual disclaimers apply. Also, I borrowed an idea from another fan fic, (sorry can't remember the name or author) but it's been
adjusted to fit my story. So props to whoever wrote it. Read and Please review! Also, this is set in 6th year, but Harry is living with Sirius in
grimmauld place during the simmer.
Harry lay down on the couch after doing several hours worth of chores both in the hot summer sun and in the over sized, stuffed up rooms of his godfather's house. He didn't deny that he loved his god-father dearly, but he could come up with hour's worth of work in a matter of seconds. However, neither of them could blame the other for the mess because both of them were champion couch potatoes. Well, at least when they weren't playing quidditch or helping fight death eaters (Harry had taken up an offering for junior assistant to the head auror at the ministry of magic). The worst part was that the work was not even done. True, they had put quite a dent in the job, but it wasn't quite done. The work was never quite done at number 12 grimmald place.
So it was with a resigned sigh that Harry got back to cleaning his robes. It was admittedly, much easier than muggle laundry, but that didn't stop him from thinking that this was STILL a pain in the butt. However, the reason that they were cleaning kept Harry's spirits up a bit. Hermione was coming over for a week to visit. After the thoughts of Hermione had floated into his head, Harry vigorously returned to work, determined to get this done before she arrived.
But his wish was not granted; he heard a high female voice that most certainly was NOT his fathers say, hello! Harry attempted to walk smoothly to her, but broke into a fast speed walk that was far more like a jog after the first few steps. Hermione held out her arms; an invitation that Harry accepted. He wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug, and she happily returned the gesture. It lasted for quite some time. Sirius smiled knowingly, for this was an exact copy of what James and Lily did after meeting each other on the train ride back to Hogwarts for their 7th and final year. They were still holding each other when Sirius coughed loudly. They both pulled apart and while neither lost face, Sirius noticed that Harry and Hermione both had slight hints of pink on their ears.
"So," Sirius said, an idea concocting in his head, "which room would you prefer to sleep in Hermione? The guest room? Drawing Room? Harry's room?" Sirius asked, a devilish grin upon his face.
Both Harry and Hermione felt the blood rushing to their cheeks, though Sirius doubted that either was aware of their feelings to the other. Well, maybe Hermione was, but Harry was just an airhead on the subject. It would take the mirror of erised to show him what his deepest desire was!
"So.." Harry said nervously. "Want to unpack?"
"Why sure, I mean, lets do it in your room Harry" Hermione said sarcastically.
"Yeah, let's go" Harry replied, glad that the awkward moment was over, and following in Hermione's game.
"Locomotois Trunk!" Hermione barked, her wand pointed at her trunk.
They both ran up the stairs and into the dark hallway containing most of the bedrooms with Hermione's trunk in hot pursuit. Harry pointed to a room with an elegant wood door, beautifully carved and charmed to open to only to those who the guest wished welcome. The door was a sharp contrast to the otherwise blank hallway. Hermione walked in and her jaw dropped. She was only staying for a week, but it looked as though Harry had put so much effort into the room that it was designed for her own permanent living. She immediately ran to the bookshelves that were so much like her own; Crammed together in rows 2 and 3 deep. This would be a week in heaven for her.
"Oh Harry! It's beautiful! How much time did you put into this? Oh never mind, the fact is that you did this, and for me! Oh thank you!" She squealed, running to Harry and giving him the second bear hug she had given that day. As soon as they released each other Harry replied,
"It's not that good," Harry said, trying to be modest. It seemed as though Hermione had read his mind, for the next second later, she said,
"Stop trying to be modest. This was really nice and thoughtful of you. Would you like to help me unpack? I mean, I've been in the house before, no need for a tour right?" She said, chuckling a bit.
"No problem at all," Sirius interjected. Neither of them knew how long Sirius had been standing there, but Harry had a gut feeling that he had been watching them the entire time. He gave his wand a few flicks, first pointing at Hermione and then to the trunk. Everything inside immediately flew to wherever Hermione would have designated it.
"That's a nice household spell!" Hermione said.
"Thanks, I mean I-"
"Sirius, do you mean to tell me that you know household spells?!? Why then, were we cleaning up by hand!?! You haven't caught a case of the weasley fever have you?" Harry asked, joking around a bit with his dear old god father.
"Well, you needed to be kept busy! Besides, how else would you have past the time?" Sirius replied sneakily. Sirius was playing mind games with the both of them. Ohhhhh, if only Sirius had a girl friend; that would be the ultimate form of revenge for both Harry and Hermione. He could hear the hallelujah chorus playing in the background.
"Well ill be going now," Sirius finished, walking out the door, but not before he popped his head back in to add,"Ohh and Hermione, he didn't make this all by his welty savvy!" in his most convincing pirate accent. Hermione started giggling.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked. He hoped Hermione still liked the room.
"Ohh, it's nothing about the room," she said, noticing the slightly hurt look on Harry's face. "It's the fact that I believe Sirius has decided to watch Pirates of the Caribbean while we were at school!" she finished, now bursting into swarms of laughter.
"What?" Harry asked, confused.
"It was a muggle movie!" Hermione said exaggeratedly. "Very popular too. My parents bought it for me as a welcome back gift. I believe I brought it with me too." Hermione explained, rummaging around the shelve that contained the movies she had brought with her.
"Yes! I have it; we can watch it later tonight if you like." Hermione added as an after thought.
"Sounds great to me. I never got much movie watching in when I was living with the dursleys" Hermione scowled. "Only since I've moved in with Sirius have I gotten much time in." Harry said. "You hungry?" Harry added upon hearing Hermione's stomach growl.
"Well, yes. Do you have a Wendy's around here?" She asked.
Harry looked mournfully at Hermione. "Id love to, but I don't think Dumbledore would want us outside of the house."
"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry! I just -"
"No its okay. I mean, with you here having fun wont be much of a problem will it?" Harry said earnestly. Hermione beamed at him. Then, noticing the T.V., Hermione plopped down on the love seat.
"Pop a squat!" Hermione said.
"Whuh?" Harry said. Of all the confusing things, this was the most.
"It means sit down," she replied, motioning to the couch. Harry sat down but almost instantly stood back up. The couch was alive! Wait no, that's just Crookshanks. He had decided that right as Harry sat down was a good time to dart to Hermione.
"Crookshanks!" Hermione said as Harry sat back down next to Hermione. Hermione was rummaging around for the remote, but Harry found it on Hermione's bed.
"Accio Remote!" Harry bellowed, and the remote flew to his hands. He handed it to Hermione.
"Harry! You're not supposed to use magic outside of school! You could be expelled again! I thought you had learned your lesson! I mean having dementors going at you once is bad enough, but-"
"Don't worry Hermione" Harry interjected. "Dumbledore and the ministry have given me permission to use magic."
"Oh" Hermione said, blushing a bit. "Well, let's see what's on T.V." Hermione started flipping channels but couldn't find anything good on. Well Harry found quidditch, but didn't pipe up, as this WAS Hermione's room. Hermione decided to put in Pirates of the Caribbean, as it was packed with action yet had many "feminine" scenes.
Harry could tell that Hermione had watched this quite a few times since she had been home from school. She kept quoting the movies comments under her breath. Near the end, Hermione fell asleep on Harry's shoulder. Just then, a powerful swooping feeling erupted in Harry's stomach. It was a lot like the feeling he got when he was near Cho, but it was slightly different. He chose to ignore it and continued to watch the movie. He managed to stay up long enough to watch through the end, but soon followed suit with Hermione as his head rested on hers.
Sirius then walked up to check on them. He noticed content smiles on both of their faces. He felt like he was back at Hogwarts watching Lily and James.
"I was only joking," Sirius thought out loud. And with that, he left the room, careful not to disturb the clueless lovers.