A/N: Yup, you guessed it, I forgot to put a disclaimer on the last chapter. I also forgot to thank my new beta, Katie (which I shall do in a moment). Anywho, thank you guys for all the great reviews. This is my first fic and it really means a lot to me that you guys like it so much. I love it when reviewers mention their favorite parts, it totally makes my day. So thank you yet again. And last, but never, ever least, thanks to Katie and Mandi, my betas; I don't know what I'd do without you guys.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for my exceptionally perverted mind. This is all JK Rowling's genius creation. Please don't sue me!
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Dear Ron
Hey, how have you been? How's your family? I hope you're doing well. I am just writing to inform you that Hermione is staying here, at my house. I'm really sorry I didn't tell you before, but I have a really good reason…
Harry Potter sat staring at the unfinished letter before him, as thunder and lightening violently cracked overhead, wondering what lie he was going to tell his best friend now. "I'm just writing to inform you?" Harry reread the letter to himself. It sounds like I'm going to tell him his order for car parts came in!
Realizing it was just another failed attempt; he crumpled up the letter and tossed in the trash with all those before it. Harry had been having this same battle of scruples for the past two days, ever since he and Hermione had decided to keep their newfound relationship a secret from Ron. On one hand, he knew Hermione was right; Ron would never accept this. Harry knew Ron was very temperamental and telling him that his two best friends were carrying on a relationship behind his back would probably be the end of their friendship right then and there. But on the other hand, just because Ron has a temper does not mean that what he and Hermione were doing was okay. Ron was their mutual best friend, to lie to him like this was just plain wrong. Ron may not always be the most understanding person, but he was there, always there. From the beginning in first year, Ron had been willing to make that near fatal move in the chess game, just so Harry could go on. And in third year, even after he broke his leg, Ron still tried to fight off Sirius Black and said if Black wanted to kill Harry, he'd have to kill Ron too. And in second year, and in fourth year, and…the list went on forever. Was he really willing to risk so many years of loyal friendship for his relationship with Hermione?
Hermione…
Just thinking her name did something to Harry. Ever since they were eleven, they had been best friends and Harry thought this meant that he knew her completely. Oh, how wrong he had been…
He was a bit shocked, though pleasantly, to find out that aside from being intelligent, kind, caring, brave, and all those other Hermione qualities, Hermione was also, well…sexy. He had always enjoyed spending time with her, talking with her, joking with her, doing his homework with her; all those best friend things. But now he found himself wanting to do other things, things that brought a guilty grin to his face. It was as if he always acknowledged that Hermione had a body, that he didn't understand the full implications of it, but he didn't worry, he was starting to…
In the last two days, Harry and Hermione had shared more than their fair share of stolen kisses. "Coincidentally" ending up in the same place at the same time, like in the laundry room at two in the morning. Harry smiled thinking of it. Who knew a vibrating dryer could add so much to a snog session?
He had re-discovered Hermione, as corny as that sounded. She completed him in ways he never knew he needed to be. Her words lifted his soul, if it was okay with Hermione, then it was okay with Harry. She gave him herself, completely and unconditionally and in doing so, allowed him to do the same. He never had to worry about her accepting him or his fame or his "family." She already did, and she understood. He wondered if he was falling in love? No…no, it's too fast Harry thought to himself. But then again, he had known Hermione since his first day at Hogwarts, so even though their romance was only a few days old, their friendship went back for years. Hmmm, maybe I am…
Harry was completely amazed at these new feelings surfacing in him. It wasn't as if he had never had lustful feelings before, but they were more or less just little things; like seeing down a girl's top accidentally or noticing a girl's figure, teenage boy things. But with Hermione it was so much more than that. He felt magnetically drawn towards her, like no matter what he did, it wasn't enough, and he wanted more. True their kissing had been getting a bit more daring in the past few days, but the feelings he had within him called for so much more. He didn't just want to snog her, no, Hermione deserved so much more than just snogging, he wanted to kiss her so deeply, so passionately, as if to show her exactly how he felt for her. Not how much he liked her, because his feeling were more than just the word "like" could explain, but not how much he loved her either, because he didn't really know if he did.
God, this is so confusing!
"Harry! Harry Potter get down here this instant!" yelled a voice from downstairs.
"Oh no," Harry mumbled to himself as he jumped of his bed and raced downstairs, wondering what he was in trouble for now. He was in such a hurry he didn't even realize his uncle was standing in the doorway until it was too late; he ran right into him!
Vernon Dursley landed on the ground with an echoing thump! Harry stood, rooted to the spot, half scared out of his mind at what his uncle was going to do to him, and half amazed that he had been able to knock over such a disgustingly fat and solid creature as Vernon Dursley. Though Uncle Vernon seemed a bit shocked at first at being knocked down by a sixteen year old boy, he soon got over it.
"Well don't just stand there boy, help me up!"
"Yes, sir," replied Harry as he hurried to help his uncle up. It took a good while before Vernon was back on his feet but finally, after an uphill battle with gravity, a heavily breathing Harry leaned against the wall as Vernon proceeded to dust himself off. After Vernon was satisfied he narrowed his beady little eyes on Harry and in a severe whisper said, "Just play along or I will kill you myself," before walking into the kitchen.
Harry just stared at the doorway his uncle had vacated as he leaned against the wall trying to regulate his breath. What did he mean "just play along?" Harry wondered.
After a couple more minutes of panting Harry's breathing returned to normal and not knowing what else to do, he walked into the kitchen in pursuit of his uncle. Once inside, he was greeted by the sight of the Dursleys and Grangers (minus Hermione) sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast. While the Grangers respectfully stopped eating so as to be introduced to Harry, the Dursleys just sat there, sending him venomous looks of pure hatred while Vernon place a finger on his lips mouthing "shh" and Petunia threatened Harry by running her finger across her neck like a knife. For what seemed like an eternity Harry just stood, gulping nervously until Uncle Vernon finally broke the silence.
"Mr. and Mrs. Granger, I would like you to meet my nephew, Harry."
As Mr. Granger was beginning to reach over the table to shake Harry's hand, Mrs. Granger bolted out of her chair and captured Harry in a bone-crushing hug.
"Oh you poor dear, you poor sweet dear…" she murmured as she kissed his forehead and pulled him into another severe hug. Had Harry not feared the collapse of his lungs he would have been rather impressed by Mrs. Granger's unnatural strength. From Mrs. Granger's reaction to him, Harry surmised that Hermione had told her mother of his "situation" with the Dursleys. Mrs. Granger was just fixing to plant another kiss on Harry's forehead when Mr. Granger, fortunately, interrupted.
"Claire, sweetheart, I think you're scaring poor Harry. This must be very awkward for him considering you've just met him," he stated, emphasizing the last part. Mrs. Granger abruptly stopped smothering Harry and just stood still in realization, her eyes moving like Hermione's when trying to figure out an Arithmancy problem. Meanwhile, the Dursleys just gaped, obviously confused by Mrs. Granger's outburst.
"I know you all must think I'm crazy," Mrs. Granger slowly began, "but after hearing of how you take care of Harry, as if he were your own, I was just overcome with motherly feelings. I suppose it's the wonderful atmosphere of your home, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, it's just so full of love, just so perfect. I mean if you can raise poor little Harry everyday of your life, so selflessly, so lovingly, the least I can do is give him a hug. You all are truly admirable," she finished with a sigh, the Dursleys elated and obviously hanging off her every word.
So that's where Hermione gets it from Harry surmised.
"Well, we're no saints," Aunt Petunia began in a mock modesty, "Taking care of Harry is the highlight of our lives. I thank my dear sweet sister Lily every day for trusting us with her little bundle of joy. To me he's not Harry Potter, no sir. He's… he's my son, Harry Dursley."
It was a very good thing that Harry had not eaten breakfast yet because if he had it would be redirecting itself as his gag reflexes took over.
Harry Dursley? It was the most demeaning and vile thing Harry had ever been called. Even Malfoy's constant insults paled in comparison to be considered a…a Dursley.
"Harry, are you alright? You look a bit pale," queried Mrs. Granger noticing the color drain from Harry's face.
"Oh…er, I'm, I'm fine," Harry stuttered out. Aunt Petunia quickly got up from her chair and came up behind Harry, resting her hands on his shoulder as Harry felt his skin crawl.
"He's not very good with strangers," she said before whispering, "It's because of his condition."
Harry could have sworn he saw something flash in Mrs. Granger's eyes as she listened to Aunt Petunia feed her this lie. "Now Harry," said Aunt Petunia, as she forcibly turned Harry to face her, "we are all going to be gone for a couple of hours, which means you will be home alone. Will you be alright by yourself?" she questioned, her eyes daring him to say "no" and see the punishment he receives.
"Yes, aunt Petunia, I'll be fine," replied Harry, the sarcasm uncomfortably noticeable in his voice.
"Well good then," said Petunia, her plastered smile faltering a bit. "Well why don't you head on back upstairs and-"
"Actually, Mrs. Dursley," interrupted Mrs. Granger, "Hermione will not be going with us today either, she has some homework to finish up. I'm sure she'd be happy to keep an eye on Harry while we are gone."
If Harry hadn't been looking at Dudley as Mrs. Granger was speaking, he would have missed it. Dudley's multi-chinned face drooped as he heard that Hermione wasn't going, and then began to glow red when Mrs. Granger suggested Harry stay with Hermione.
If Harry didn't know better he'd swear his spoiled cousin had a crush on her.
Huh? Imagine that thought Harry I finally have something (or rather someone) that Dudley wants and I can't even tease him about it.
"Oh that's very sweet of you Mrs. Granger, but that won't be necessary. Even with his condition, Harry is very responsible, he doesn't need to be watched," replied Aunt Petunia. Harry's heart sank, couldn't his aunt just be quiet this once?
"Oh no, I insist," said Mrs. Granger.
Yes, insist; insisting is good!! Screamed Harry's mind.
"Hermione won't mind at all, besides if Doug and I are willing to invest in your family business, it should come as no surprise to you that we don't mind helping out our…friends. Our daughter is instilled with the same values, she'll be very happy to spend time with Harry."
Aunt Petunia was just about to object again when uncle Vernon hastily interrupted. "Now, now Petunia, Mrs. Granger is our guest and I think her suggestion is just splendid. Why don't we go and introduce Harry to his new friend?"
"I'm very pleased to see that you feel that way Mr. Dursley," answered Mrs. Granger in the dignified voice of a woman who had just won her argument. "Come Harry, I will introduce you to Hermione," Mrs. Granger said before leading Harry out of the kitchen. Harry was just about to thank her when he realized Aunt Petunia was following them. The three of them climbed the stairs and came to a stop in front of Hermione's room while Mrs. Granger knocked.
"Hermione, dear, is it okay if we come in? There is someone I'd like you to meet."
"Come in"
Mrs. Granger opened the door and Hermione came into view. She was sitting on her bed, surrounded by books which she hastily threw a sheet over as she saw Petunia walk in. Hermione was still wearing her pajamas, and had her hair up in a messy bun. She was snuggled in a warm blanket with the sprinkles of a huge thunderstorm brewing splattering on the window behind her.
"Hermione, I'd like you to meet Harry, the Dursleys' nephew. Harry, this is my daughter Hermione."
Hermione gave him a coy little smile and extended her hand, "Pleased to meet you Harry."
Harry took her soft hand; small sparks flying through his skin, as he replied, "Likewise."
"Hermione," said Mrs. Granger, "Your father and I will accompanying the Dursleys to Grunnings today for a tour of the building and while we are gone we expect you to look after Harry. His aunt assures me that he is very responsible but due his…condition it is only right that you assume responsibility for him while his aunt and uncle are not home. Is that okay with you darling?"
"Yes, Mum, that's fine."
"Good, now I'll just leave you two to get better acquainted. I think we'll be leaving shortly, bye Harry, bye Hermione. Be good, I love you," Mrs. Granger said over her shoulder as she exited the room.
"Bye, Mrs. Granger"
"Bye, Mum, love you too."
As Harry watched his aunt and Hermione's mother leave the room his heart began to race. Imagine his luck; left alone with his girlfriend, in her room, and with no parents! It just did not get any better than this. They could do whatever they wanted and there would be no one there to interrupt them.
Now, what to do…? Harry smiled to himself as he turned back around to face Hermione; slowly beginning to think of all the delicious thing he could do to her. Harry's smile completely faded as he noticed that instead of finding Hermione staring back at him, she had taken the sheet off of her books and resumed her homework. In fact, she was going on like he wasn't even in the room!
No, this is not how it's supposed to be Harry's mind whined.
Harry was beginning to lose hope when Hermione finally looked up from her books, frustration written all over her face. "Well, what are you waiting for Harry? Do you want a formal invitation or something?"
Harry's face burst into a grin as he replied, "Oh, well sorry Ms. Granger, I didn't realize you were so…impatient. All you had to do was say the word."
"Harry stop acting stupid and come help me move these books off my bed to make room for you."
Harry's heart jumped up to his throat. Oh my God, this is really happening!! Of course being a red blooded male Harry was not about to pass up this offer but he was extremely surprised at Hermione's audacity. Never, in all the years that he had known her, would he have expected her to be so forward. It was a bit of a turn on really.
Harry casually sauntered over to her bed (or tried to at least) and began closing various books and stacking them at the foot of the bed as his hormones raced a mile a minute. To an observer it would have appeared as if Harry was having the time of his life, lifting and stacking books from the maniacal grin plastered across his face, but in reality he was just lost in the realization of the "memorable" time he was about to have. When Harry reached for a Charms book, which Hermione had open directly in front of her, she swatted at his hand in irritation.
"What? I thought you wanted help moving these books off your bed?" Harry asked indignantly at Hermione's hand swat.
"Well, yes, the books I was finished reading. As you can clearly tell, I'm still reading this one," Hermione replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well, don't you think it will…you know, get in the way?" Harry asked completely bewildered at the confusing signals that Hermione was sending him.
"Not at all, you don't need that much room. I'll just move over," Hermione answered quickly before returning to her book.
To say Harry was confused would be an immense understatement. He knew when it came to girls he wasn't any Casanova but he figured he at least knew the basics (a fact which Hermione was quickly disproving). There are only so many things a guy can assume when asked by his girlfriend to help make room for him on her bed… aren't there?
"Honestly, Harry, if you just stand there all day gawking like that we're never going to get anything done," Hermione replied, impatience apparent in her voice.
"What?! What do you want me to do?!" Harry nearly exclaimed in agonizing uncertainty.
"I ask you to help me move my books, I make room for you on my bed, I even scoot over to give you space and you still don't know what to do? Isn't it obvious? Go get you books, I'm not the only one that was assigned homework this summer," Hermione answered, annoyance surfacing in her voice.
Suffice it to say Harry felt like the world's greatest idiot as he got over his shock and trudged towards his room to go get his books. Hermione, on the other hand, couldn't help but let a little satisfied smirk cross her lips as she watched him leave. She knew perfectly well what Harry had been thinking while making room for himself on her bed, she just chose to pretend she didn't. She knew it was a bit cruel but it was better than the alternative: snogging Harry senseless.
Just because she was a girl didn't mean her hormones were anymore in check than Harry's. She was starting to go a little crazy too, knowing that she was going to be alone with him; she doubted her mother would have left them alone if she had known about the change in their relationship. Something which Hermione conveniently forgot to mention.
But back to Harry. Of course kissing Harry wasn't what had made her trick him like that; it was what kissing could lead to. True, they had only been officially together for the past two days, but those two days were more than enough for Hermione's imagination to run wild. Harry had changed so much; over the years he had grown into more of a slender, defined frame than just the wiry thin one he used to have. She was attracted to everything about Harry; his innocent green eyes, wild black hair, his sweet, soft, perfect lips, and his, not noticed until now, toned physique (Hmm…I think I'm starting to like that one best). She definitely loved the physical but Harry was even more than that. His outer appearance didn't even begin to do justice to the beauty that lay on the inside.
He was always more of the quiet type; gentle and sweet, never giving way to the fire that burned within. Hermione knew he had a dark side, an angry side in which he was fearless, brave, strong, and ready to take on the world, if he had to. But then again she only knew the sweet side, the one in which he kissed her with kisses as soft as whispers and held her like she was made of glass. She loved the special treatment he gave her but sometimes she found herself wondering about the fire within him; what would it be like to be kissed by him then? Would he just kiss her or would he do more? How would it feel? Would she like it? Would he make love to her…?
"Hermione? You okay?" Harry asked startling Hermione out of her thoughts. A bright blush invaded Hermione's cheeks as she realized what she had been thinking about.
Oh my gosh, I was daydreaming about him again!
"Oh, yes - yes I'm fine."
"Then why are you blushing?" Harry asked. "Don't worry Hermione, I won't tell anyone I caught you not doing you homework," Harry grinned as sat down next to her on the bed.
"No, it's not that," Hermione replied weakly thinking again of what it really was.
"I know," Harry answered, "I was just joking. Guess it wasn't that funny," he added as an after thought and began pulling his books out of his bag.
"It was funny," Hermione all too quickly responded before forcing out a laugh that sounded more like a wounded duck quack than actual laughter.
"Um…yeah," Harry replied while giving Hermione an "are-you-mental" look. "Are you sure you're okay? You're still blushing. I mean, what were you thinking about before I came in here?" he asked before raising his eyebrows in amusement at the fact that Hermione was now blushing even more than before.
Hermione just stuttered incomprehensibly.
"I bet it was something dirty," he teased just to see what she would do, and to his further amazement she quickly looked away as her face now began to actually emit a red glow. Harry wondered if it would be enough to light the room if he turned off the lamp, and judging from the near halo forming around Hermione's face, he was completely convinced it would.
"Oh my God, I don't believe it! It was dirty, wasn't it?" Harry questioned incredulously. He knew she wouldn't answer but it was fun just teasing her. He tried to get her to look at him but she began fumbling with the edge of her nightshirt and just stared at the floor.
Shrugging his shoulders, he decided to stop teasing her and began flipping through his history book to get some research material for an essay. After a few moments of silence Hermione spoke.
"You," she said in a voice barely above a whisper.
Harry turned his head to look at her. "What did you say?"
"You," Hermione said, her voice gaining some confidence when she spoke.
"Me what?"
"I was thinking about you," she said slowly smiling with satisfaction as Harry began forming a red halo of his own. "And yes, it was a bit dirty," she added before nonchalantly turning back to her book. Leaving Harry to stare at her completely dumbfounded. A small giggle escaped her mouth before she resumed her homework and gave poor Harry time to recover.
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Thunder and lightening continued to crack overhead as the wind picked up speed, wailing louder and louder. Harsh rainwater thudded against the windows as the sky became darker that usual for the time of day. Harry and Hermione had now been working on their homework for a good three hours, well three hours minus the time they spent sneaking little glimpses of one other, letting their eyes glaze over with a dreamy look splayed across their faces, and then grudgingly returning back to their homework. They had moved a bit closer as well during those three hours. Harry was now leaning his back on the wall that Hermione's bed was pushed up against, reading a book in his lap, while Hermione sat beside him, her back at an angle against Harry's arm and the wall. She was diligently reading about charms from the early 1400's and kept contorting her face from confusion, to understanding, to appreciation and then back again. Harry turned to look at her, only the angle of her face visible due to their sitting positions.
She looks tired he thought. She should take a break.
"Hermione?"
"Hmm…?" she answered without looking up.
"Don't you think we deserve a break? I mean we have been working for…" Harry paused to check his watch, "over three hours. Isn't that's bit much without stopping?"
"You can take a break if you like Harry but I'm fine, thank you. Besides, I'm reading about this fascinating charm old wizarding families used to use, mainly royalty. It's quite interesting in it's deceptiveness, you can't even tell when it's been placed until it's too late!" Hermione rambled on excitedly about the charm as Harry closed his book and adjusted himself so that he was angled towards Hermione, causing her back to rest on his chest instead of his arm and the wall. He hoped this would catch her attention a little bit but to his disappointment, she continued rambling, completely unfazed.
"It's called the clast virtus charm. A paranoid old queen invented it when she thought her to be daughter-in-law, a princess, was acting promiscuously. She knew that her son's fiancé, you know, her to be daughter-in-law, would never admit to it regardless of the evidence the queen brought against her. And she also knew that her son, the prince and future king, was hopelessly in love with the woman and would probably take his fiancé's word over hers." Hermione continued as Harry brought his hands down on her waist and slowly wrapped his arms around her. He listened listlessly as he leaned down to kiss her neck, hoping to catch her attention once again. And yet again, she didn't even stop talking but to Harry's delight, leaned her head a bit to one side to give him better access.
"What the queen did, which I think is purely ingenious, is invented a charm to test her daughter-in-law's virtue, so to speak. Basically, the charm would tell her if the princess was a virgin or not. You see, what she did was cast the charm on the princess's favorite book, the clast virtus charm obviously, it means "broken virtue". And now this is the part I find fascinatingly deceptive…" Harry slowly kissed down the side of Hermione's neck and pulled her nightshirt to the side and continued to kiss down her shoulder, murmuring every now and then to make it appear as if he was paying attention.
"…If the princess was a virgin, then she would possess the…'cleanliness', for lack of a better word, to read the book as she normally would. However, if she was not, then the princess would be unable to read the book due to a plethora of difficulties: the book would now appear to not be in English, the words would be backwards, everything would seem misspelled, etc." Harry was now kissing, feathery soft kisses, behind her ear, sending wave after wave of tiny shivers through her body.
He was elated to notice that aside from shivering a bit, Hermione's voice had become a bit breathy and slightly lower.
It's working!
"Anyway, the queen told the prince about her spell and he agreed to subject the princess to it, but only to prove to his mother that she was indeed of pure virtue. So when the, the-um…"
Hermione hesitated a bit as Harry's fingers found their way under her shirt and began moving up and down the sides of her delicate waist. "The princess came to the annual ball, the queen asked her to, of course, read the charmed book. And when the princess read it guess what happened?" Hermione breathed, not sounding the least bit interested in answering the question she had posed.
"What?" Harry whispered by her ear in a husky voice caused by his only breathlessness. Little goose bumps began forming on Hermione's neck at the vibrations from Harry's voice. She bit her lip at the feeling but tried to remain focused on her reading.
"Well, the princess took the book to read but as soon as she opened it she began laughing. When the queen asked what was so funny, the princess replied that the queen couldn't possibly expect her to read a book with no words in it. Suffice to say, the princess's secret lover was soon discovered and the engagement to the queen's son was…was broken." Hermione stuttered before she closed her eyes and leaned back into Harry's embrace as he continued to tease her senses with low murmurs and tender kisses.
"What happened to the book?" Harry slowly asked while he pushed strands of Hermione's hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck, hearing her moan slightly.
"The book?" she breathed. "Oh, the book. It remained charmed, because even though the queen had figured out how to cast the charm, it was such a complex charm that queen couldn't figure out how to take it off. Eventually many people caught wind of it and began charming their own objects," Hermione barely finished in a whisper before her voice gave out. Harry, enjoying this academic sort of torture he was putting Hermione through with his questions, proceeded to ask another question as Hermione leaned her head back even more and brought her hand up to tangle in Harry's soft hair, bringing him closer.
"So what happened to the objects that the families' charmed? Did they figure out how to take off the charm after they were done?"
"No!" Hermione exclaimed softly in irritation at the never-ending questions. "No, the objects charmed back then, oil lamps, vases, books, chairs, wands even, are still around today. They can be found in many pureblood families, usually displayed in glass so as not to have someone pick up a charmed object up and um…" she answered before licking her lips and swallowing as her body heat continued to rise under Harry's delicate torture.
"Um, what?" Harry prodded, still roaming Hermione's body.
"Oh, um… unintentionally share the status of their virginity with everyone when they are not able to properly use the charmed object," she somehow got out. "Oh and Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up, it interrupts your kissing when you talk."
Harry chuckled quietly and stopped kissing momentarily to help Hermione turn around and face him so that she now sat straddling his lap.
Yup, kissing was definitely a brilliant addition to our friendship.
Slowly yet passionately Hermione's lips came up to Harry's and enveloped them in a long sensual kiss. Their tongues dueled as Hermione reached under Harry's shirt to feel his soft skin and the defined muscles that had been driving her crazy since she saw him in that towel. She heard him or rather felt him groan under her touch. Harry felt his skin tingle in feverish heat as Hermione began kissing down the side of his face, his neck, then his chest through his shirt and back up again. She came back up to his ear and bit it gently sending shock waves of desire coursing through him. Harry cupped Hermione's face and brought it in front of his.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispered in amazement causing Hermione's already burning cheeks to change to a deeper hue of crimson. Hermione backed off of Harry's lap and back on to the bed as Harry watched in confusion. Then she tugged at his shirt collar bringing him down on top of her.
"Come here you," she murmured seductively in a throaty whisper as Harry obliged and began kissing at her neck once again. Hermione felt like she was running a fever with the intense heat radiating off her body. Though hesitantly at first, their kissing became deeper and bit hastier as desire overcame them both. Soon clothes were being removed and it shocked Hermione that she was the one initiating it. She hungrily helped Harry pull his shirt up and over his head, revealing his gorgeous chest, before he threw his shirt carelessly to the floor. He once again came down on top of her and pulled her into another mind-blowing kiss. Hermione's hands raced up and down Harry's naked chest, her fingers scorching a trail of fiery want and desire on his warm skin.
We should stop murmured her mind I should stop, this is going too far.
But she couldn't, slowly the voice faded and her brain turned off as the power of Harry's kisses took over.
Harry couldn't believe what was happening. Sure they had kissed, made out, snogged, frenched whatever you want to call it, before, but never like this. He didn't know how far Hermione wanted to go, but when she helped him take off his shirt his perception got a bit clearer (even though he was shocked out of his mind at the action). He now gingerly reached for the top button on Hermione's top, wondering if she'd been insulted if he unbuttoned it. She didn't seem to notice so he unbuttoned it causing her to gasp in his mouth but she didn't stop kissing so he kept going.
Riiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnngggggg…. Riiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnngggggg
The telephone, damn it.
Abruptly they stopped kissing before Harry sighed and reluctantly got off her. She got up and reached for the phone but to Harry's enjoyment didn't pull the front of her nightshirt closed.
"Hello?" she asked breathlessly.
The caller said something.
"Yes, this is her. Oh, hi Mum, I didn't recognize your voice. Yeah we're fine…uh huh, …yeah. Oh…. Oh that's too bad. All night? Oh, okay. We'll be fine, yes, I will, okay then… love you too. Bye." Hermione hung up the phone as Harry waited for her to tell him what Mrs. Granger had said, but Hermione just continued to stare at the phone while a little battle seemed to be taking place behind her eyes.
"Well?" Harry questioned.
"Well what?" Hermione absent-mindedly mumbled without looking up.
"What did she say? Did something happen?"
"All of downtown is blocked off. Apparently the thunderstorm caused quite a bit of car crashes and power outages, among other things."
"Is everybody okay?" he prodded.
"Yes, everyone's fine."
"Then why do you seem so shocked."
"Because, due to the blockage they won't be able to get back home tonight. They have gotten a hotel room and will be back no sooner than tomorrow afternoon," she answered as she turned to face him. "Meaning that for tonight…we're on our own."
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A/N: Mwahahahahahaha!!!!