When she awoke, she tiptoed to see if Harry was in their common room. Just
her luck, he was. She waited twenty minutes to see if he left, but he
didn't. She had to cross the common room. Suddenly, she had an idea. She
ran to his room. She was shocked. It was all green and black. Imagine if
she hadn't knocked before entering if he were in here. That would take a
great deal of explaining. I need something glass, she thought. Aha! She
found a life-size glass picture frame containing the Slytherin badge. Too
big to carry and drop, she simply knocked it over with her foot. She fled
to her room. Harry came running to his room to see what had caused the
crash. Hermione took the opportunity to run to the door. She didn't stop
running until she got to the Great Hall.
She ate breakfast with Ginny. Because she was training to be an Auror, she only needed to take four classes: DADA, Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration. She had all four classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Tuesday and Thursday she had off. First thing on her to-do list for the day was going to the library. She read the whole day and even skipped lunch. By dinner, she had found one possibility: a Switching Spell. But it needed a powerful witch or wizard to be performed. She knew Malfoy was powerful enough to be a Death Eater and perform Avada Kedavra. She ought to be scared of him. Did the Switching Spell take more power? Somehow, Hermione didn't think so. She headed off to the Gryffindor Tower. She had to tell Ron about her discoveries and say hello to the rest of the seventh year Gryffindors. She climbed the seven flights of stairs to the Gryffindor common room. Just then, she realized that she didn't have the password.
"Password?" asked the fat lady.
"I don't know the stupid password, you idiot."
"Are you head girl?" asked the portrait.
Hermione, extremely annoyed by now (she had climbed seven flights of stairs for nothing), answered, "Don't you see the badge?" Then realization dawned on her. Head Girl was given the password to all the house common rooms.
"Scurvywurvy!" she exclaimed, and the picture flung open. She sprinted through and looked for Ron in the common room. He wasn't there, but everyone else was.
"Hey, Mione!"
"Sup, Hermione?" Everyone seemed to want to talk to her. Then she realized just how much she missed the Gryffindor common room already: its squashy armchairs, warm fires, and so many people to talk to. Her dormitory was comfortable all right, but there was no extra warmth or social activity in it.
"Hey, guys," she said. "Where's Ron?"
"He's up in his room," said Neville. "He's been there all day. Don't know what's wrong with him. He won't talk to us."
I know what that's about, thought Hermione. "Thanks, Neville." She walked up the spiral staircase to the boys' dormitory. "Ron?" she called, her voice echoing endlessly through the stone hallway. "Ron?" She opened the door. Ron was on his back on his bed, eyes red and looking put out. "What's wrong, Ron?" He sat up and faced her.
"You wanna know what's wrong?" he said angrily. "I'll tell you what's wrong. I wanted to ask you out, but no, Harry beats me to it, like in everything. Next, he comes and visits me. He says that you're his girl, and I'm not to talk to you. I told him you're my best friend; I have to talk to you. He tells me to go to hell. He says if he ever sees me talking to you again, he'll kill me."
He likes me that bad, thought Hermione. Not bad. Maybe I should consider him. No!! What was I thinking? Consider Malfoy? Ha! After what he did to my friends and me? "I wonder what that was all about," said Hermione.
"Why don't you ask him? He said that you said you didn't like me anymore. He told me to find some new friends, that you were through with me."
"Um, Ron," began Hermione. Oh boy, is this going to take a lot of explaining, thought Hermione. "This is a long story. You see, Harry isn't Harry."
"In English please? What do you mean he's not Harry? Did he morph into You- Know-Who now?"
"Actually, that's not far off," said Hermione.
"Are you off your rocker?" asked Ron.
"No, I mean that, er, Harry and Malfoy switched bodies." Ron let out a low whistle.
"Well that explains things," said Ron.
"Yeah. Let me tell you what happened. Day before yesterday, when we got here, Harry kissed me on the lips in a carriage." Hermione noticed Ron's eyes grow wide. "I thought, 'Oh, he likes me.' But really, he grabbed Harry when he got off the train and switched bodies with him. We don't know why. We think it's because he likes me or wants something from me."
Ron blurted out, "Or maybe he just wants to be Head Boy and make Harry jealous."
Hermione exclaimed, "It's great having three guys fight over me." She sighed. Ron rolled his eyes. "I think we should get the true Harry up here so we can talk."
"I though you were the smart one, Hermione. A Gryffindor can't just walk up to the Slytherin table and start talking to what seems like Malfoy."
"I know," said Hermione, "so I have a plan. I got a new Invisibility Cloak over the summer. We disguise ourselves as Slytherins, lead Harry/Malfoy into the entrance hall, put him under the Invisibility Cloak, change back into Gryffindors, and bring him back up here. See, Ron, I am the smart one." Ron was gaping open-mouthed at Hermione.
"You're a genius, Mione!"
"I know." They ran to the laundry room to get Slytherin robes. They put them on, and Hermione conjured them some black-haired wigs. They sprinted down the seven flights of stairs and into the Great Hall. They quickly spotted Malfoy's obvious white blonde hair and shuffled stealthily across the Great Hall to the Slytherins and stopped by Malfoy.
"Pssst. We're taking you to the common room," whispered Ron. They yanked him from under his armpits and dragged him to the marble staircase. Throwing the Cloak over him, they led him up the stairs to the seventh floor landing. They quickly slipped on Gryffindor robes and took him to Ron's room.
Once up there, he pulled off the cloak, his face contorted with rage, and yelled, "What the shit are you doing to me?" For Draco had switched back with Harry so he could eat dinner. Ron and Hermione, however, didn't know of this switch.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped. "You never use profanity!"
"Oh," began Draco, whom Ron and Hermione believed was Harry still stuck in Malfoy's body. "Well, you see, I was practicing my Draco- I mean, Malfoy- imitation. How is it?"
Ron said, "Well, you had me fooled for a second, there. I though you were Malfoy for a moment." Malfoy did one of his famous I'm-better-than-you-and- you-know-it smirks.
"I am getting good, then," he said. "Well, what are we doing up here?"
"First, Malfoy in your body told Ron he needed to get some new friends," said Hermione.
"And I meant it," said Malfoy under his breath.
"What?" asked Ron.
"I said, 'What an evil little son of a b- I mean, Death Eater."
"So, apparently, he wanted Ron out of the picture," explained Hermione. Malfoy laughed.
"I wonder what his intentions could be," said Malfoy in a mock voice of concentration. "I wonder..."
"Well, we better get you back to your common room," said Hermione, "or they'll be wondering where you went. We just wanted to know what had happened."
"Okay, I'll leave," said Malfoy. "Bye."
"Wait!" said Hermione. "You need the invisibility cloak.
"Oh yeah," said Malfoy. "Give it to me, and I'll leave it outside the Gryffindor common room door."
"Great!" said Hermione. "I'll pick it up in five minutes. Bye!" Malfoy opened the door and walked down the stairs, except Hermione and Ron could not see him, for he was invisible.
* * * *
Draco entered the Slytherin common room stealthily because he didn't want to talk to anyone and wanted to go to bed early. Before he had reached the staircase, Crabbe and Goyle waylaid him.
"Leave me alone or I'll curse the shit out of you," said Malfoy.
"Where were you?" asked Crabbe.
"In a Death Eater meeting," said Malfoy sarcastically.
"Really?" asked Goyle, dumbstruck, eyes as round as Galleons.
"No, you piece of shit. I was working on my plan."
"Plan?" asked Crabbe. "What plan?"
"Oh! That plan!" said Goyle. Then he added to Crabbe through gritted teeth, "What plan?" Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"Then plan to get the mudblood to like me so I can stabilize Voldemort's power."
Crabbe asked, "What do those big words mean?"
Malfoy responded, "It means getting the mudblood in bed so I can produce an heir. Because as you know, Granger isn't a mudblood, after all; she's Voldemort's kid. Voldemort wants me to impregnate her so that in case she dies, he has another successor."
"You're going to tuck her in?" asked Goyle. "How sweet."
"I don't even know what I hang around you two pieces of shit," said Malfoy, while rolling his eyes.
"Is 'shit' your favorite word?" asked Crabbe.
"No shit!" said Malfoy. "I'm going to bed!"
* * * *
Meanwhile, Harry awoke with a splitting headache in a broom closet outside the Great Hall. He had been there since before dinner, when Malfoy had switched them back. The first thing he needed to do was to go tell Hermione that he was himself once more. He knew he'd find her in her bedroom, or he'd wait there until she got back from dinner.
"Malfoy sucks!" He exclaimed the password and hurried to Hermione's room. The door was closed, so he knocked.
"Who is it?"
"Hot stuff!" said Harry. Hermione laughed.
"Come in!" Hermione was unaware that they had switched back. She thought the person coming in should be Harry in Malfoy's body, as she had thought she'd seen him moments before. Hermione shrieked because she thought Draco in Harry's body had just walked in.
"It's me, Hermione! It's okay; it's Harry!" explained Harry. "Really! I can prove it."
"How are you going to do that?"
"Well," said Harry, "I know that in our second year, you took a hair off Millicent Bulstrode's robes, thinking it was her hair, and when you drank the Polyjuice Potion, you turned into a half-cat."
"I'll give you credit, Harry, but how did you change so quickly?"
"What?" asked Harry. "I've been changed for a couple hours now." Hermione gasped as realization struck her.
"Then Ron and I were just talking to Malfoy!" Hermione said.
"Did you tell him anything important?" Harry asked sharply.
"No," Hermione replied, "but he knows what the Gryffindor common room looks like."
"Well, that's not too bad," said Harry. "Now we're equal. Ron and I saw his."
Hermione let out a little shriek. "But he knows the password to the common room now!" she exclaimed.
"Well," said Harry, "We'll just tell McGonagall that we feel like changing the password."
"So that's solved," said Hermione, relieved.
"There's another reason I came," said Harry, his voice softening.
Hermione's mind was racing. Oh my gosh, she thought. Oh my gosh. "What could that possibly be?" she asked out loud.
"Remember the Room of Requirement?" asked Harry. "I have a surprise there. Come with me." He took her hand and led her out the door. Harry walked past the bit of wall that contained the room and a door appeared. They walked in, and Hermione gasped.
"Harry!" she sighed. "It's beautiful!"
Harry grinned at her.
Since when was he a romantic? Hermione wondered in her head. For the room was decorated beautifully; flowers were in a vase at a table for two; the lights were dim; and floating candles hovered every few feet.
"Just what I imagined," muttered Harry, more to himself than to Hermione. Plus, there was a Jacuzzi (with swimsuits, so Harry was a little disappointed). "Excellent!" said Harry quietly, staring at the Jacuzzi.
"Oh no, Harry!" said Hermione, following his gaze. "I'm not getting in there!" But secretly, she thought it would be a great way to end her second day of school. Snuggling up against Harry in a Jacuzzi. She was busy thinking about these pleasant thoughts so that Harry's next words took her in surprise.
"Let's have dinner," said Harry.
"Sure!" exclaimed Hermione. I already ate, thought Hermione, but anything for Harry. It was a great supper of filet mignon, boiled potatoes, light Caesar salad, and a little red wine. Harry didn't want to give off the impression that he was a drunk, but he thought the wine was an excellent choice. He even noticed that Hermione drank some, which was the first time in her life. He thought she must have done it for him. "This is really good wine!" said Hermione, impressed. "Where did you get it?"
"Well, you know," said Harry, "I just imagined when we were walking past the door that some really good red wine would be excellent." They both reached for the wine bottle at the same time. "Let me pour some for you," said Harry. He tipped the wine bottle and some spilled out into Hermione's glass.
"Thanks," she said warmly. She picked up the wine glass with her left hand and let her right hand sit on the table. Harry picked it up and held it. Hermione tried not to notice and not to blush, but his hands were so surprisingly soft that she couldn't. She thought Quidditch would make his hands rough, but they felt like a baby's. He is so hot, thought Hermione. She put down her wine glass and started to eat salad with her left hand, but because she was right-handed, the task was a little difficult. Harry seemed to notice, so he let her hand go. He was still staring at her though, and Hermione knew it because she could feel his eyes on her when she was staring at her plate. Harry, who thought Hermione didn't care for makeup, noticed that she was wearing some natural-looking makeup.
She's so damn hot, he thought. The way her hair curls around her eyes, and the way she tosses it back. And her eyes are the perfect amber color. Those lips, so strawberry red and pouty. Her perfectly curved nose. And when she gets mad or frustrated, she looks so cute. He considered how he couldn't have noticed that she plucked her eyebrows or wore makeup before. "Did you make yourself beautiful just for me?" he wondered aloud. "You didn't have to; you're always beautiful." Hermione blushed again.
That is so sweet! she thought. Harry thought he was getting too tacky and changed the subject.
"Did you hear the latest rumor?" asked Harry. "They say that Parkinson was found in bed with Malfoy."
"No!" gasped Hermione. She knew that that was what character Draco probably had though. He probably had gone through half the girls in the school. Well, she thought, with his looks, I would have put myself in Pansy's position, too. She felt an inward twinge of jealousy of Pansy, but quickly mentally scolded herself. Hermione! she said in her mind. The Draco Malfoy of Slytherin. You can't be thinking about him. You are in love with Harry Potter. No Slytherins allowed. Especially not the king of them. Then she added, out loud, "Well, he is hot." Harry reached across the table and smacked her arm playfully. He could not help but be jealous, though he tried to hide it.
"Hermione!" he exclaimed. "I didn't think you were the kind of person who went for looks. Even counting looks, I'm still the best over him, though. Right?" Hermione laughed.
"Of course you are!" In her mind, though, she wasn't so sure. Oh, of course, Harry was definitely nicer, but no one could argue with Draco's looks. No! she thought. You can't think Malfoy's hot! Harry, who was getting pissed off about this conversation that was all his fault because he brought it up, quickly changed the subject.
"How are your classes?" he asked conversationally.
"For all it's worth, you should have asked how the weather was," teased Hermione.
"Witty, witty!" said Harry. "I was just trying to be nice. Really! Watch your tongue! It could get you in trouble one day!"
"Well, said Hermione, "my tongue could be useful one day, too!" Harry snorted with laughter. Boy, did she know how to go for sexual appeal.
"Is that day today?" he asked.
"I can fit you in my busy schedule," said Hermione, licking her lips seductively. Kiss me now.... thought Hermione. Sure enough, Harry leaned over and pushed his lips onto hers. Hermione thought he had a powerful kiss, but not one that made you go farther than you wanted. His lips were soft, like his hands, and he tasted good. His tongue found her lips, and Hermione gasped. She didn't know if she was ready. She had never kissed before. Of course, as soon as she pulled away, she knew she'd been rude.
"What's wrong?" asked Harry. "I'm not that bad at kissing, am I?"
Not at all, thought Hermione, but aloud she said casually, "Pretty decent, I guess. I haven't really kissed anyone before, though." Suddenly, she had the urge for more. She wrapped her arms around him, and he pressed his lips onto hers once more. This time, Hermione allowed his tongue in, and she felt her knees shaking. "He is so good," she thought. They got up, still kissing, and walked over to the sofa. They sat down and broke apart. Hermione was breathing fast. Yum! she thought. Harry wanted to spend the whole night kissing Hermione, but he knew eventually they'd have to get back to bed; it was twelve o'clock, and they had classes in the morning. But he really didn't care. He pulled Hermione to him, and they laid down on the sofa, kissing again. Hermione could have stayed there forever, but eventually she pulled apart, for time's sake. But she couldn't say goodnight. She rested her head against Harry's chest. He was warm and cuddly. He put his arm around her. Hermione could feel the wine having its effect. She was getting drowsy. Harry was so comfortable and tired from classes. Within thirty seconds, they had both drifted to sleep, Harry's head resting on Hermione's.
She ate breakfast with Ginny. Because she was training to be an Auror, she only needed to take four classes: DADA, Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration. She had all four classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Tuesday and Thursday she had off. First thing on her to-do list for the day was going to the library. She read the whole day and even skipped lunch. By dinner, she had found one possibility: a Switching Spell. But it needed a powerful witch or wizard to be performed. She knew Malfoy was powerful enough to be a Death Eater and perform Avada Kedavra. She ought to be scared of him. Did the Switching Spell take more power? Somehow, Hermione didn't think so. She headed off to the Gryffindor Tower. She had to tell Ron about her discoveries and say hello to the rest of the seventh year Gryffindors. She climbed the seven flights of stairs to the Gryffindor common room. Just then, she realized that she didn't have the password.
"Password?" asked the fat lady.
"I don't know the stupid password, you idiot."
"Are you head girl?" asked the portrait.
Hermione, extremely annoyed by now (she had climbed seven flights of stairs for nothing), answered, "Don't you see the badge?" Then realization dawned on her. Head Girl was given the password to all the house common rooms.
"Scurvywurvy!" she exclaimed, and the picture flung open. She sprinted through and looked for Ron in the common room. He wasn't there, but everyone else was.
"Hey, Mione!"
"Sup, Hermione?" Everyone seemed to want to talk to her. Then she realized just how much she missed the Gryffindor common room already: its squashy armchairs, warm fires, and so many people to talk to. Her dormitory was comfortable all right, but there was no extra warmth or social activity in it.
"Hey, guys," she said. "Where's Ron?"
"He's up in his room," said Neville. "He's been there all day. Don't know what's wrong with him. He won't talk to us."
I know what that's about, thought Hermione. "Thanks, Neville." She walked up the spiral staircase to the boys' dormitory. "Ron?" she called, her voice echoing endlessly through the stone hallway. "Ron?" She opened the door. Ron was on his back on his bed, eyes red and looking put out. "What's wrong, Ron?" He sat up and faced her.
"You wanna know what's wrong?" he said angrily. "I'll tell you what's wrong. I wanted to ask you out, but no, Harry beats me to it, like in everything. Next, he comes and visits me. He says that you're his girl, and I'm not to talk to you. I told him you're my best friend; I have to talk to you. He tells me to go to hell. He says if he ever sees me talking to you again, he'll kill me."
He likes me that bad, thought Hermione. Not bad. Maybe I should consider him. No!! What was I thinking? Consider Malfoy? Ha! After what he did to my friends and me? "I wonder what that was all about," said Hermione.
"Why don't you ask him? He said that you said you didn't like me anymore. He told me to find some new friends, that you were through with me."
"Um, Ron," began Hermione. Oh boy, is this going to take a lot of explaining, thought Hermione. "This is a long story. You see, Harry isn't Harry."
"In English please? What do you mean he's not Harry? Did he morph into You- Know-Who now?"
"Actually, that's not far off," said Hermione.
"Are you off your rocker?" asked Ron.
"No, I mean that, er, Harry and Malfoy switched bodies." Ron let out a low whistle.
"Well that explains things," said Ron.
"Yeah. Let me tell you what happened. Day before yesterday, when we got here, Harry kissed me on the lips in a carriage." Hermione noticed Ron's eyes grow wide. "I thought, 'Oh, he likes me.' But really, he grabbed Harry when he got off the train and switched bodies with him. We don't know why. We think it's because he likes me or wants something from me."
Ron blurted out, "Or maybe he just wants to be Head Boy and make Harry jealous."
Hermione exclaimed, "It's great having three guys fight over me." She sighed. Ron rolled his eyes. "I think we should get the true Harry up here so we can talk."
"I though you were the smart one, Hermione. A Gryffindor can't just walk up to the Slytherin table and start talking to what seems like Malfoy."
"I know," said Hermione, "so I have a plan. I got a new Invisibility Cloak over the summer. We disguise ourselves as Slytherins, lead Harry/Malfoy into the entrance hall, put him under the Invisibility Cloak, change back into Gryffindors, and bring him back up here. See, Ron, I am the smart one." Ron was gaping open-mouthed at Hermione.
"You're a genius, Mione!"
"I know." They ran to the laundry room to get Slytherin robes. They put them on, and Hermione conjured them some black-haired wigs. They sprinted down the seven flights of stairs and into the Great Hall. They quickly spotted Malfoy's obvious white blonde hair and shuffled stealthily across the Great Hall to the Slytherins and stopped by Malfoy.
"Pssst. We're taking you to the common room," whispered Ron. They yanked him from under his armpits and dragged him to the marble staircase. Throwing the Cloak over him, they led him up the stairs to the seventh floor landing. They quickly slipped on Gryffindor robes and took him to Ron's room.
Once up there, he pulled off the cloak, his face contorted with rage, and yelled, "What the shit are you doing to me?" For Draco had switched back with Harry so he could eat dinner. Ron and Hermione, however, didn't know of this switch.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped. "You never use profanity!"
"Oh," began Draco, whom Ron and Hermione believed was Harry still stuck in Malfoy's body. "Well, you see, I was practicing my Draco- I mean, Malfoy- imitation. How is it?"
Ron said, "Well, you had me fooled for a second, there. I though you were Malfoy for a moment." Malfoy did one of his famous I'm-better-than-you-and- you-know-it smirks.
"I am getting good, then," he said. "Well, what are we doing up here?"
"First, Malfoy in your body told Ron he needed to get some new friends," said Hermione.
"And I meant it," said Malfoy under his breath.
"What?" asked Ron.
"I said, 'What an evil little son of a b- I mean, Death Eater."
"So, apparently, he wanted Ron out of the picture," explained Hermione. Malfoy laughed.
"I wonder what his intentions could be," said Malfoy in a mock voice of concentration. "I wonder..."
"Well, we better get you back to your common room," said Hermione, "or they'll be wondering where you went. We just wanted to know what had happened."
"Okay, I'll leave," said Malfoy. "Bye."
"Wait!" said Hermione. "You need the invisibility cloak.
"Oh yeah," said Malfoy. "Give it to me, and I'll leave it outside the Gryffindor common room door."
"Great!" said Hermione. "I'll pick it up in five minutes. Bye!" Malfoy opened the door and walked down the stairs, except Hermione and Ron could not see him, for he was invisible.
* * * *
Draco entered the Slytherin common room stealthily because he didn't want to talk to anyone and wanted to go to bed early. Before he had reached the staircase, Crabbe and Goyle waylaid him.
"Leave me alone or I'll curse the shit out of you," said Malfoy.
"Where were you?" asked Crabbe.
"In a Death Eater meeting," said Malfoy sarcastically.
"Really?" asked Goyle, dumbstruck, eyes as round as Galleons.
"No, you piece of shit. I was working on my plan."
"Plan?" asked Crabbe. "What plan?"
"Oh! That plan!" said Goyle. Then he added to Crabbe through gritted teeth, "What plan?" Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"Then plan to get the mudblood to like me so I can stabilize Voldemort's power."
Crabbe asked, "What do those big words mean?"
Malfoy responded, "It means getting the mudblood in bed so I can produce an heir. Because as you know, Granger isn't a mudblood, after all; she's Voldemort's kid. Voldemort wants me to impregnate her so that in case she dies, he has another successor."
"You're going to tuck her in?" asked Goyle. "How sweet."
"I don't even know what I hang around you two pieces of shit," said Malfoy, while rolling his eyes.
"Is 'shit' your favorite word?" asked Crabbe.
"No shit!" said Malfoy. "I'm going to bed!"
* * * *
Meanwhile, Harry awoke with a splitting headache in a broom closet outside the Great Hall. He had been there since before dinner, when Malfoy had switched them back. The first thing he needed to do was to go tell Hermione that he was himself once more. He knew he'd find her in her bedroom, or he'd wait there until she got back from dinner.
"Malfoy sucks!" He exclaimed the password and hurried to Hermione's room. The door was closed, so he knocked.
"Who is it?"
"Hot stuff!" said Harry. Hermione laughed.
"Come in!" Hermione was unaware that they had switched back. She thought the person coming in should be Harry in Malfoy's body, as she had thought she'd seen him moments before. Hermione shrieked because she thought Draco in Harry's body had just walked in.
"It's me, Hermione! It's okay; it's Harry!" explained Harry. "Really! I can prove it."
"How are you going to do that?"
"Well," said Harry, "I know that in our second year, you took a hair off Millicent Bulstrode's robes, thinking it was her hair, and when you drank the Polyjuice Potion, you turned into a half-cat."
"I'll give you credit, Harry, but how did you change so quickly?"
"What?" asked Harry. "I've been changed for a couple hours now." Hermione gasped as realization struck her.
"Then Ron and I were just talking to Malfoy!" Hermione said.
"Did you tell him anything important?" Harry asked sharply.
"No," Hermione replied, "but he knows what the Gryffindor common room looks like."
"Well, that's not too bad," said Harry. "Now we're equal. Ron and I saw his."
Hermione let out a little shriek. "But he knows the password to the common room now!" she exclaimed.
"Well," said Harry, "We'll just tell McGonagall that we feel like changing the password."
"So that's solved," said Hermione, relieved.
"There's another reason I came," said Harry, his voice softening.
Hermione's mind was racing. Oh my gosh, she thought. Oh my gosh. "What could that possibly be?" she asked out loud.
"Remember the Room of Requirement?" asked Harry. "I have a surprise there. Come with me." He took her hand and led her out the door. Harry walked past the bit of wall that contained the room and a door appeared. They walked in, and Hermione gasped.
"Harry!" she sighed. "It's beautiful!"
Harry grinned at her.
Since when was he a romantic? Hermione wondered in her head. For the room was decorated beautifully; flowers were in a vase at a table for two; the lights were dim; and floating candles hovered every few feet.
"Just what I imagined," muttered Harry, more to himself than to Hermione. Plus, there was a Jacuzzi (with swimsuits, so Harry was a little disappointed). "Excellent!" said Harry quietly, staring at the Jacuzzi.
"Oh no, Harry!" said Hermione, following his gaze. "I'm not getting in there!" But secretly, she thought it would be a great way to end her second day of school. Snuggling up against Harry in a Jacuzzi. She was busy thinking about these pleasant thoughts so that Harry's next words took her in surprise.
"Let's have dinner," said Harry.
"Sure!" exclaimed Hermione. I already ate, thought Hermione, but anything for Harry. It was a great supper of filet mignon, boiled potatoes, light Caesar salad, and a little red wine. Harry didn't want to give off the impression that he was a drunk, but he thought the wine was an excellent choice. He even noticed that Hermione drank some, which was the first time in her life. He thought she must have done it for him. "This is really good wine!" said Hermione, impressed. "Where did you get it?"
"Well, you know," said Harry, "I just imagined when we were walking past the door that some really good red wine would be excellent." They both reached for the wine bottle at the same time. "Let me pour some for you," said Harry. He tipped the wine bottle and some spilled out into Hermione's glass.
"Thanks," she said warmly. She picked up the wine glass with her left hand and let her right hand sit on the table. Harry picked it up and held it. Hermione tried not to notice and not to blush, but his hands were so surprisingly soft that she couldn't. She thought Quidditch would make his hands rough, but they felt like a baby's. He is so hot, thought Hermione. She put down her wine glass and started to eat salad with her left hand, but because she was right-handed, the task was a little difficult. Harry seemed to notice, so he let her hand go. He was still staring at her though, and Hermione knew it because she could feel his eyes on her when she was staring at her plate. Harry, who thought Hermione didn't care for makeup, noticed that she was wearing some natural-looking makeup.
She's so damn hot, he thought. The way her hair curls around her eyes, and the way she tosses it back. And her eyes are the perfect amber color. Those lips, so strawberry red and pouty. Her perfectly curved nose. And when she gets mad or frustrated, she looks so cute. He considered how he couldn't have noticed that she plucked her eyebrows or wore makeup before. "Did you make yourself beautiful just for me?" he wondered aloud. "You didn't have to; you're always beautiful." Hermione blushed again.
That is so sweet! she thought. Harry thought he was getting too tacky and changed the subject.
"Did you hear the latest rumor?" asked Harry. "They say that Parkinson was found in bed with Malfoy."
"No!" gasped Hermione. She knew that that was what character Draco probably had though. He probably had gone through half the girls in the school. Well, she thought, with his looks, I would have put myself in Pansy's position, too. She felt an inward twinge of jealousy of Pansy, but quickly mentally scolded herself. Hermione! she said in her mind. The Draco Malfoy of Slytherin. You can't be thinking about him. You are in love with Harry Potter. No Slytherins allowed. Especially not the king of them. Then she added, out loud, "Well, he is hot." Harry reached across the table and smacked her arm playfully. He could not help but be jealous, though he tried to hide it.
"Hermione!" he exclaimed. "I didn't think you were the kind of person who went for looks. Even counting looks, I'm still the best over him, though. Right?" Hermione laughed.
"Of course you are!" In her mind, though, she wasn't so sure. Oh, of course, Harry was definitely nicer, but no one could argue with Draco's looks. No! she thought. You can't think Malfoy's hot! Harry, who was getting pissed off about this conversation that was all his fault because he brought it up, quickly changed the subject.
"How are your classes?" he asked conversationally.
"For all it's worth, you should have asked how the weather was," teased Hermione.
"Witty, witty!" said Harry. "I was just trying to be nice. Really! Watch your tongue! It could get you in trouble one day!"
"Well, said Hermione, "my tongue could be useful one day, too!" Harry snorted with laughter. Boy, did she know how to go for sexual appeal.
"Is that day today?" he asked.
"I can fit you in my busy schedule," said Hermione, licking her lips seductively. Kiss me now.... thought Hermione. Sure enough, Harry leaned over and pushed his lips onto hers. Hermione thought he had a powerful kiss, but not one that made you go farther than you wanted. His lips were soft, like his hands, and he tasted good. His tongue found her lips, and Hermione gasped. She didn't know if she was ready. She had never kissed before. Of course, as soon as she pulled away, she knew she'd been rude.
"What's wrong?" asked Harry. "I'm not that bad at kissing, am I?"
Not at all, thought Hermione, but aloud she said casually, "Pretty decent, I guess. I haven't really kissed anyone before, though." Suddenly, she had the urge for more. She wrapped her arms around him, and he pressed his lips onto hers once more. This time, Hermione allowed his tongue in, and she felt her knees shaking. "He is so good," she thought. They got up, still kissing, and walked over to the sofa. They sat down and broke apart. Hermione was breathing fast. Yum! she thought. Harry wanted to spend the whole night kissing Hermione, but he knew eventually they'd have to get back to bed; it was twelve o'clock, and they had classes in the morning. But he really didn't care. He pulled Hermione to him, and they laid down on the sofa, kissing again. Hermione could have stayed there forever, but eventually she pulled apart, for time's sake. But she couldn't say goodnight. She rested her head against Harry's chest. He was warm and cuddly. He put his arm around her. Hermione could feel the wine having its effect. She was getting drowsy. Harry was so comfortable and tired from classes. Within thirty seconds, they had both drifted to sleep, Harry's head resting on Hermione's.